by Cameryn Moore
Was talking with a friend of mine last night, he’s a producer of spoken-word events and a prolific poet and performer in his own right, and man, he was bumming hard. He had just celebrated a major anniversary for his signature monthly performance event, and then two days later he got a text from the venue saying they were closing up shop, sorry, no space next month. No warning, no hints a month beforehand, just “see ya later”.
I, as a producer of events myself, feel moments like this like a sledgehammer to the gut.
We could all get SO MUCH DONE if we did not have to deal with the cursed vagaries of the market economy, of other people’s bullshit, of accidental overbooking, of the weather, of acts of terrorism, of bar owners and their shitty financial practices, for example. This all sucks. We’ve all been there, usually more than once.
Okay, occasionally I welcome the break, acknowledging that yes, maybe I should sit back and relax a little. And occasionally things are not as bleak as they seem; I can do something about it. But when it is, in actual fact, a force at work outside of myself, a force so vast or far away from myself that there is no way I can wrench that river back on track, fill up the yawning spaces on my own… well, that feels terrible.