Life on the road is tiring, one is always on, listening to people is like a constant barrage of feedback, and it starts to sound like @$#^#%@%@&#, after awhile. It's one of the best things to hear from a person that got up on stage for the first time and said "your performance helped give me the confidence to do that"! It's not the seasoned local poets that come out to see who is in cringing on there turf, and they are the tough critics, but last night was the opposite. They could not relate to the Poverty, the homelessness poems, the gay poems, the debauchery drunken poems. This spot here in Canmore, AB was not fully aware of who I was I think? They looked shocked, stunned, and the young man kept his distance from me after the show, After he yelled "Government Poet Sellout" was that a Shaming thing? or just young anarchist blindness? That's not for me to say, or care about, I was young once, and had "ideals" of how I thought I would like to live, but reality slaps you in the face and says" WAKE THE FUCK UP! I have been on the road long enough to know that one has to take feedback with a grain of salt. I am relieved that the tour dates are done. I can relax and sit in the mountains for the last few day and write, read, and just be. Gone are the Antichrists, the crazy-makers (energy suckers), the day unfolds, and Sam Bailey is the reason maturing Government poets travel to high schools to empower the voiceless.
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