Last week I had it on slam poet­ry, a spe­cial form of poet­ry not ever­yo­ne likes. They are quite simi­lar to other forms of sto­rytel­ling.

Short sto­ries and fairy tales are often con­side­red dif­fer­ent­ly: You love them or you hate them. To wor­ship tho­se parts of lite­ra­tu­re you have to take a look into their world. This world often is dif­fe­rent from ordi­na­ry life. For many peo­p­le that’s the main reason not to care about them.

But for others it’s such a fasci­na­ting trip into bizar­re worlds, books on fic­tion­al sto­ries is all they read. Har­ry Pot­ter was just that kind of hype. And today it’s Twi­light.  A groo­vy sto­ry on love, trust, being an out­si­der and bloo­dy vam­pi­res. It’s some­thing that can take con­trol of your dreams.

Cher­ryChain­saw is obvious­ly not rea­dy for such a trip into won­der­land:

That would make rea­li­ty quite sca­ry.