|Outsider Poets of Padukah|
I'm excited that Sam Acho is returning to the Bears roster this week, and I'm bummed that Duke Ianacho has been put on injured reserve.
What is Outsider Poetry?
Nothing, really. Apparently. In the past it was a catch-all category for poetry or art created primarily by mental patients or self-trained artists. I'm really kind of sick of talking about it. I never really tire of the name Paducah, though, and I occasionally feel the need to refresh my memory of the best funny sounding names of cities.
Then I always forget the last one, or two, because I insist there are six, but I never can remember all of them. If you want to post the funny name of a city here go ahead. I'll probably come back later when I remember and add the other one.
Last night was interesting on Thursday Night Football, and somewhat liberating for me in that I had put a lot of energy and thought into my drafts, but as soon as the game started people who hadn't put any thought into it were playing Knile Davis and I knew he would score a touchdown in the game eventually even if he was a negligible part of the game plan, and he did, and I couldn't do anything but laugh because it felt completely freeing in that I realized it was pointless to care about something so much because all of life is random and it seems at times the more you care about something the more the Universe seems determined to teach you a hard lesson that you're not in charge here.
But unfortunately for you I am sort of in charge here at Outsider Poets of Padukah. I'd like to explain to you why this blog exists at all, but see the above paragraph for the only explanation I can offer. I feel I need to slip a lot of the Universe's sucker punches by just continuing to press forward.
The next five exits are all Paducah, so get off wherever you want, with whomever you want, using any combination of genitalia and/or props you want, I really don't care. I need a lot more words here, don't I? The Waffle House is very popular in the South, and you start seeing them as soon as you get to the Southern tip of Illinois, which might as well be Mississippi for the most part, and I went in one in Paducah, and I have to tell you it wasn't very good. Breakfast food isn't that hard to prepare, and at the Waffle House that's what they do, so when they burn toast, put runny eggs on a plate, and can't get bacon or coffee right I'm left wondering about the culinary judgement of people all throughout the American South. Also, see the above picture. Kentucky and Tennessee were a delight to drive through, and I stopped to see Hitler's typewriter, which could have ended up nowhere but in Alabama.