Monday, September 17, 2007
New Yipes: Fun Times in Fun City.
First of all, I would like to take back almost everything I said about Mills. I like them again. Why was I angry? I hate feeling left out of things, I guess. Sometimes people who are friends with one another have difficulty including outsiders, and I go blue like Babe. I could never be in a gang because I want to be in everyone's gang. I am very lucky to have been a part of as much as I have. When not included, most people feel like they have been rejected by snobs or something. That is a horrible feeling that makes people behave like asses. This happens to me a lot.
Wasn't last night fun?
I thinks so, too.
Catherine Meng was really good. I liked her so much that I wanted to put her on a stage so that everyone could see her. Seriously. She was sitting down, so no one I talked to could see her. That sucked. It was frustrating. The chair on the stage; that's a good idea. I liked her poetry a lot, though. You should read it.
Anslem Berrigan. He brought a big crowd. I think it's because, while he read a very long time, it seemed, there were moments of sheer brilliance. Those moments seem to have been different for everyone. I am going to buy something that he wrote: a good idea.
Craig Goodman is fucking brilliant. I would have liked to have met him, but I didn't know who he was, and I am always awkward meeting new people I admire. I don't know when to laugh or what to ask until days later. I am always emailing people telling them something was funny and asking them questions I should have asked when I was talking to them. Isn't that weird? Everyone knew when to laugh during Craig Goodman's films. Really, the films at New Yipes have been excellent. I wish I could make films. I think it is an art that has a great deal of creative potential. I took classes in college on film editing and shooting and stuff like that. It was a long time ago. I felt like it was useless if you weren't going to be in the entertainment industry, but I was wrong. Craig Goodman is a great artist, methinks.
My smart friend Salinger got drunk last night. That was funny. I just emailed him to tell him he was funny. I gave him a copy of my manuscript to read. He said he would read it. I hope he likes it as much as everyone else has. I am beginning to think it might actually be good. It makes me very nervous. I wrote a novel once, and I never read it because it makes me nervous. There is something wrong with me. I finish big projects, but then they scare me and I run away. It's like getting Goliath on the ground and not kicking him into submission.
So,,, I love Mills again, I wish I were a filmmaker, and New Yipes is still good.
There was more I wanted to say, but this is a very long post, and I don't want to scare you away. Please come back soon. Thank you very much for reading my blog. You make my life worth living.
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