I can identify with empty venues. I am a poet. How many times on my poetic travels was the room barely full of people who had come to hear poetry. And how many times, did I do a reading and like one person showed up or two. Then there are those readings where no one shows up and you read anyway. Or the community workshops you set up for people who want to learn to write poetry and only one or two people shows up. I did a great workshop in Nashville once. There were four people. It was amazing. I did a reading in D.C. once and a thunderstorm broke out right before the reading so the only people who showed up was the readers. It happens. You read to who comes. You do it not for you, you do it for the art, for the humanity that art brings to the world.
The guy who is President right now, who came to Tulsa hoping to get his mojo back, was perfectly willing to endanger the lives of thousands of people for his own ego, for his own self-centered, empty, unholy existence. I don’t think this was karma; it was just reality. People hate his ass. Young people do not like him. There is a pandemic going on across the U.S. He should he managing that like his life depends on it not his re-election or his self esteem. That will never happen.
Word is now young people jinned the system by getting all the tickets and not using them. He thought he was going to have a big crowd; he had nothing. He got what he deserved. In his speech, he proved the young people correct: he defended white supremacy in his half full arena, and called the coronavirus, the virus that has made him look foolish as a government leader, the “Kung Flu.” What he does speaks for itself. What he does speaks for itself. One day, the arena will be totally empty for the guy. He will talk to an empty room. Or maybe he will pay people to listen. As James Brown says, he will be “talkin’ loud and sayin’ nothin.’