Thanks Samantha, for creating and hosting such a fantastic event.
History is written by the victors, so they say. So if you want the best account of what happened at last night's shindig, go to new Head to Head Haiku Champion Ryk McIntyre's LiveJournal entry here and read all his samples that shows why he won. Congrats Rick.
And James, if you somehow find this, email me your last name. I want to know the full name of someone who not only kicked my ass soundly but gave us, along with Ryk, the Haiku slam version of Ali/Foreman--your energy vs. Ryk's stamina and experience.
Ryk's account is probably going to be the most detailed and accurate because he was one of only two or three people who didn't have the freedom to lose it and start roaring with laughter at any given moment. I won the first round of eliminations but lost in the second. In some ways, I was lucky, since I got to watch final match and take it all in (when I wasn't doubled over) rather than worry about how badly I would have lost.
Slam interests me very much, especially since I've come to learn that there are more variables than the quality of the poem that decides a winner. Though there are only three judges, the attitude and demeanor of the audience definitely helps to dictate where a poet's going to go with his or her work. I never realized that more than last night, when it came to me in the middle of my first round that my serious "true" haiku were just not going to work. Luckily, them kids sure do hate Bush.
I conclude my winning set from the first round.
Saddam unshaven.
The children ask their parents:
What’s wrong with Santa?
G.W. hears
his troops pound defenseless flesh
and thinks it’s applause.
Coming this Christmas
Saddam and Rumsfeld dolls with
handshake action grip!
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