I love subways. From the graffiti coated hulks of decades past, to the sleek, energy efficient models of today, every subway has a story to tell. Ever since I was a child I've been fascinated with the city and the seemingly infinite amount of possibilities that are presented here every day. New Yorkers have the extraordinary ability to to leap from lily pad to lily pad, each time soaking up a new experience. At the heart of this ability are the subways. My favorite, and most defining aspect of living in New York City is that people can re-invent yourself every time they walk out the door.

 So when I first started writing this blog entry, it was five in the morning and I had just finished watching the movie "Annie Hall" with Woody Allen and Diane Keaton. It is no longer 5 in the morning and after many technical difficulties I am BACK to write this entry for the LAST time.=) Watching "Annie Hall" made me consider the different mediums through which we are exposed to opposing viewpoints.  I realized that humor should be considered an art form. I don't know if it is formally considered one but if it isn't, it should be.

What was extremely interesting about each poet was their different backgrounds and what influenced them into writing poetry. The first poet, named Khadijah Queen, came to love poetry when she was in her undergraduate college, studying Walt Whitman and Ezra Pound, which I have studied in High School as well.