“Our dreams are a second life.” ~Gerard de Nerval
by Skylar Smythe, excerpted from her blog
Neither does two or three. Even if it wins you the pixel hearts and admiration of avatar babes with long flowing dollarbie hair and blingtard scanty silks. Classy eh? But for people who are serious about loving poetry (and I am) it is painful to watch what is happening to the literary community in Second Life.
Did all the good people leave? Seriously? Did all the great writers and poets who created countless works of original inspired poetry leave? There are very few of them left. And I know because one of my favourite things was to attend poetry readings (from dawn to dusk) in Second Life every single Sunday. I marked my calendar on it. I always made time for it because I would revel in the creativity and expression of brilliant writers from around the world. What a joy to hear them! The accents and new perspectives. Cultural diversity!
I was absolutely one of many vocal speakers and supports of spoken word in Second Life. Then the bottom fell out to be honest with you. Some great writers left. Others withheld their works for publishing perhaps and were less willing to share original things for fear of losing first rights of publishing on their blogs or note cards within Second Life. Poetry reads which were so much fun became dog and pony shows and cliques focused more on “self-grooming ego” than quality writing.
I would not consider sharing a poem at the same poetry read every week. To me that would be offensive to my audience. There are some poets who have very impressive talents and yet choose to recycle the same great poems over and over and over and over and over and over …. and over again. It is boring. I’ve heard this stuff. It was impressive in 2008. It’s beyond boring now.
What new forms have you engaged in? How hard are you working to evolve your craft. Do you do it just for fun or are you a serious writer who dreams of being published? Because if you are here is a reality check. Writing is a constant evolution of skill. It is a muscle you develop over time. A craft to be honed. So please don’t call yourself a writer if you wrote three poems in 2008 and have been using them to get “pixel laid” prolifically since then.
Write something wonderful. Make the Second Life literary scene something to be proud of again. Bring original stuff to your poetry read. Practice it before reading. Do your microphone checks. Have some fucking pride in the performance of Spoken Word because truthfully offline you would be laughed out of an establishment for bringing lame, poorly performed shit to the microphone. Sorry. It doesn’t cut it
I’ve been reading my poetry live for two weeks now (offline) and my heart is filled again with admiration and love of Spoken Word. We used to have that quality in Second Life once upon a time.
And then I’ll get that stuff together for the Lindens that was requested of me. A poster advertising the amazing weekly Spoken Word festival that occurs from dusk to dawn in the virtual world of Second Life. But don’t ask me to promote it until you show me you have pride in it again. Until then I’ll keep sharing my poetry in forums and Google+ Hangouts and Skype groups where I find writers that still have pride in their performance and written word.
Ponder it, poets. It’s a dying art unless you bring your A-Game.
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