Birgitta was sitting by
herself wondering why it was so boring being a poet. The only
ways it seemed to get poems across to people was to read them at an organized
poem evening or publish it in a book. Sometimes they
could be heard on the radio and sometimes papers would publish it. And
people would ask can you make a living being a poet.......!??!
Of course the answer had to be no. So she was thinking and thinking until
her brain was frying. Thinking of how much fun it was
to mix all possible things together and make some unpredictable blend out
of it. Thinking of that it would be really about time that
poets would get some dough for having to be poets. Thinking how great it
was to work on making things for the Internet. When the
brain in Birgittas head was about to be just a tiny little burned out piece
of over fried organ she got an idea. This idea was
very little in the beginning and she would talk about it and then she
stumbled into Kristrún and other good people and told them about this techno poet
concept and the Internet broadcast and they decided that it would be fun to
make something out of it. This was half an year ago.
The whole process of getting this thing moving has been a very positive
experience. But this thing is as heavy as an elephant that
needs to be pushed through a glass factory. So now Birgitta is not bored
anymore but she is drowning in work. And being a
typical Icelander she likes that a lot........