Last night was a nice little reading with James Wagner and Suzanne Stein. A lot of people were there who I like. It was nice to see them. It was nice to see Norma Cole, too, who is always the only one I get star-struck about. Did I ever tell you about the night I fell in love with Norma Cole? It was at the Barbara Guest memorial tribute at the Unitarian church. The room was filled with spectacular poets, and she was the one that I walked away from thinking, "holy crap! she is entirely amazing." Sorry to say that I didn't know who she was back then. That's not surprising because I hardly know anything, but it was so refreshing to discover Norma Cole like that, reading someone else's work.
Ben Lerner is one of the coolest poets in the world. He helped me out with a huge favor that I was embarrassed to ask. This is the second time he has come through for me, and he hardly knows me. The bay will weep when he leaves us for Pittsburgh, a town whose name no one ever pronounces the way it's supposed to be, like Berkeley, but not as warm or floral. I do hope that he is able to fit another bay reading in before takes off for colder climes.
Today I finished Vocoder, Judith Goldman. I know it's kind of old by now, but I dig it so much that I wanted to tell you so that, if you haven't read it, you can go out and procure a copy of your own. Judith Goldman was at Pegasus last night, but I hadn't finished her book yet, so I didn't want to say anything to her; a little weird, no? I'm a weirdo, I guess.