I think everyone has a calling in life. Lately I’ve been sitting around trying to figure out just what mine might be. Then, while doing some research on literature and poetry tonight, it struck me like a well-placed pop-up ad: I should become a Poet Laureatest, direction! So I have a goal… a status to achieve. Poet Laureates are revered, quoted, and lately, controversial. Sounds like a good mix to me. But as far as I can tell, Poet Laureates are selected by stuffy committees of librarians and politicians as well as beatniks who never quite hit their stride. What to do… I’ve only been writing poetry for a short time and I’m not exactly well-known. But if I were well-known, I wouldn’t need to be Poet Laureate then would I? Because then I’d be famous and I’d be too busy to have a calling in life. Because life would be calling me. And asking me to ‘do lunch’ and read over its hacked-up screenplays.