I seem to get slower and slower as I endeavour to keep up with my housework. I clean every day but living downtown has a real disadvantage as the street dirt blows in from the open windows. Of course, I could keep the windows closed but I happen to like fresh air!
Thus, I was too late to get to St. Paul's as I was busy with getting organized here. I then had to make a decision which wonderful event I would go to in the afternoon. The Advent Service where I would take notes and write it up for the church newsletter, or the Art Bar's event with some out of town poets reading.
I had forgotten the special service at 3 p.m. at St. John's until Rosie reminded me via e-mail in the morning and had already said I was going to the Art Bar event.
I would have loved to have gone to both but it was impossible and since I had already given my word that I would go, I went and I was glad, as the readers were from out of town and there were very few people in attendance.
It seems poetry is a dying art - it seems to be the same regular folk who come out to hear poets read.
It was pouring rain when we left the Art Bar and Jennifer offered James, me, and Jennifer T. a ride home which was much appreciated.
All in all, a very nice afternoon.
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Not so sure that poetry as such is dying out, although I could be wrong. I believe the Muses are still working as hard as they ever were to get people being creative, but the idea of creativity as entertainment in a world of ever-increasing competition for time/money is moving everything towards smaller niche markets. Art galleries and public theaters seem to be suffering as well. Stratford had to cancel many of their performances this last summer. CD's and movies are being digitally stolen and enjoyed in private. Newspapers are dying, and I expect magazines and books to follow as everything will come through your cellphone's internet access.
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