Have just got back from building poetry night. In a word: interesting.
That word means nothing anymore. Ha!
There were five or six others there, plus the FiRs. They all wrote serious poetry, and then I read "Eulogy." It was nice to make people laugh.
One of the guys had real talent...he was quite, quite, quite good. Another had a lot of potential and I hope he really works with it because it could be lovely if he keeps going. One guy clearly had serious negative-attention issues, but apparently all the others were regulars and knew how to handle him (thank Cimorene).
We got into kind of a discussion after we'd been round the circle twice, and that was fun, too. It was nice to talk to intelligent people. Good guy pointed me to a new musician, too, who I intend to investigate.