What is your working title of your blog? TOpoet.ca
Where did the idea come from for the blog? a short course at UofT that looked at increasing one’s audience via electronic media.
What genre does your blog fall under? mixed – poetry, spoke-word, writing, short-story, stage – something just me opining from my ancient queer point of view – plus my photographs or photos of me performing.
Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition? John Garfield.
What is the one-sentence synopsis of your blog? Toronto-based poetry vulture/social bloggerfly shares his arts/culture/entertainment adventures, with random photos and cynicism thrown in.
Will your blog be self-published or represented by an agency? self-published – as will be any of my literary expressions. Though I wouldn’t say no to being paid $750 a week to blog as I do either 🙂
How long does it take you to write the blog/how much time do you put into it? The blog is ongoing – I post 3 times a week and a single post can take up to about two hours just to write. Wednesday is usually my yak about poetry post, Monday, Friday review of spoken-word shows I’ve been to – I always include some of my fiction or poetry. I always include photos I’ve taken around the city – lost, discarded items or things that catch my eye.
What other blogs would you compare this story to within your genre? Too many to list.
Who or what inspired you to write this blog? Partly to raise my online presence. Life With More Cowbell inspired me to write about the poetry scene – something that wasn’t being covered – the non-slam poetry scene.
I also saw that blogs that hold my interest have a general focus – arts or writing. So I wanted to give mine more of a focus.
What else about your blog might pique the reader’s interest? You never know what might show up – a review of a flea market, a trip to Stratford, another serialization of one of my novels – glimpses into the life of an old bald gay guy – who could resist that?
The other piece I read at Birthday Inferno
when I called you a useless piece of shit
I really meant to say
how much I respected you
when I admitted I made out with your brother
because it was close as I could get to you
without having to touch you
I actually meant say
I cherish the time we spend together
when I said
the sight of you makes me want to vomit
I actually meant to say
the thought of not seeing you again leaves me bereft
and without a reason to live
when I went behind your back
and lied to everyone
that you had given me a social disease
I had intended to thank them for being your friend
and that the disease
was just a bad case of loving you too much
trust me that when I called
you a cheap money grubbing soulless dick head
as bright as bag of sour milk
I meant to say
you were someone with the finest
emotional and spiritual insights
when I called you the
the useless off spring of two demented
misshaped unwashed oozing genitalia
that were ground together
in a blind moment of drunken stupor
I was really trying to say
that I can’t stand the thought of you
so get the fuck out of here now
sorry sorry I mean
I just want to know
how long it would be before you get here
so we can be together
I really really miss you
more than words can say