No, that’s not onomatopoeia, my lieges; it’s a friendly reminder that the finals for the Ann Arbor HS Poetry Slam happen tomorrow night at the Neutral Zone! At the incredible price of $3/students and $5/adults, attendees can witness eighteen of our fine city’s best poets duke it out—with their words, friends; I know, it’s deep—for a spot on the team and a chance to go to Nationals in NYC. Ryan and I got to judge the CHS/HHS slam, and, picture my eyebrows raised suggestively: this is an event you want to attend! Speaking for myself, and maybe a lot of you out there: this is not the kind of poetry I was writing in high school (see also: overly dramatic, morose, filled with clichés). These poets are i-n-c-r-e-d-i-b-l-e. I’ll cut you a deal: if you go, and are not significantly moved at least three times, I will personally reimburse you for your ticket.
Unrelatedly, happy Ides of March to you all! Watch your backs!
PS For those of you keeping track, this blog has two semi-colons, five colons, and three exclamation points. Oh man, I love punctuation.
PPS Here is something to consider from our inspiration room:
If this is the answer,
what is the question?