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I didn’t stay for the slam, because it goes so late, and I have to wake up at 6:00 for work.  There were a few pieces worth noting, though.

Dane Kuttler’s eulogy for Maurice Sendak was a magic labyrinth, just as any poem about his work should be [full disclosure: Dane is my co-editor for the collection In the Biblical Sense: An Anthology of Ap0cryphal Poetry].  The poem begins, “Inside every human is an oak door with a brass knob. . . this is where the wild things are.”  The poem gives the feeling of being led by the hand through a thick forest in the winter, all bare branches.  We’re going somewhere, but it’s kept a mystery until we arrive.  This poem is rich with the identification of introverted writers, showing us how a closet could be a refuge, and in sickness, an apartment could be an island.  Dane’s performance of this piece was so raw and personal.  It exhibits her recent streak of dream intermixed with concrete experiences, and I so enjoyed it!

Also on the open mic, Sean Patrick Mulroy performed “Fair.” In it, he creates a sepia-toned picture of a carnival.  A jock, “the one whose sweat-ringed jersey burns a hole in your stomach” apologizes for past homophobic remarks and takes a boy on a date to the fair.  There, they act out an all-American date, complete with ferris wheel and jacket sharing.  I won’t spoil what happens at the end.  Of course the double entendre of “fair” is great, but I find the craft of this poem is the precision of the images Sean Patrick creates.  It sounds like a faded photograph or film of a fair from the 1950s.  I could smell the popcorn, feel the clouds of cotton candy.

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