Beach Sloth

MAKE SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL by Steve Roggenbuck

                Syracuse is the capital of salt. Put it on your fries. French fries would never exist without Syracuse. People in Syracuse are the salt of the Earth. Lot’s wife is from Syracuse originally hence her transformation. The students are learning. Though Steve never uses Powerpoint he teaches people across the country. Happy those students get to see America’s best known living, traveling poet.

                Dark poetry comes up as it is the death of summer. Leaves fall for they have nothing to live for but to clutter sidewalks. Romance and darkness can be the same thing. Here Steve reads about kissing people in the rain. Syracuse is the Michigan of Upstate New York. Few know this but I spent many summers living in Syracuse. While I was a mere seedling before, Syracuse grew me into a tree. I want to thank Syracuse for fertilizing my mind. 

                Our comments were more than ‘on deck’. The audience could see the comments in the Spreecast chat, creating multiple realities. Every time the audience saw our comments their hearts grew a little bit more. Steve read to a large audience in an undisclosed location underground. Alt lit remains underground for now. Yet give it time. It will improve and get better. New York Times believes in alt lit. One newspaper’s support is all that’s needed. Glad the New York Times is giving the Wall Street Journal a run for their money, and they have a lot of money. 

                Macros are right behind of Steve serving as back-up. Screens behind, screens next to him, and screens all around work together to create a new experience. Internet people and IRL people intermingle with each other. Is IRL the largest MEMEPLEX ever? Reality exists only for the internet. Wonder what people did in reality before they could tweet. Witty comments were never re-tweeted. No positive reinforcement was available. 

                It ends with a beautiful, heart-ass breaking finale. As a light show goes on behind Steve feels every word. The audience is silent, rapt in sheer attention, wafting on every word. They are underground in a cavern. Few live above the surface in Upstate New York due to the extreme cold. Believe me. I know. To replicate the Upstate New York weather I refuse to turn on the heat in winter to feel the cold on my skin. 

                A band follows Steve’s performance. Can they compete with poetry on the internet? Maybe they can. Who really knows? All I know is Steve’s search for meaning through his travels on the internet continues unabated.