Saturday, March 29, 2008

Last Hoorah


Last night I went to my last party in New York.
It was Tao and Justin's flat, filled with artists and writers.
Someone built a fort out of mostly a baby grand piano, a hat rack, and a large sheet.  Being a large individual, I am usually left out of such things because I take up too much space and ruin everyone's fun, so I didn't go in the fort for the sake of others despite really wanting to.
Anyway, really cool people were there, and I had a good night.
New York parties are the best.  I even got a present, the Agriculture Reader, and I've been reading it and adoring it. Such a great journal!

This afternoon, I am going to see Mark Wallace at the Bowery Poetry Club.  I can't believe that they do readings at 4:00 PM on Saturdays.  Doesn't seem realistic.  Will people actually show up?  I half expect to be alone in the audience.
From now on, I will be staying in a nineteenth century brownstone in Brooklyn.  I've been looking forward to this part of the trip.  I've said goodbye to everyone as if I am leaving tonight, and then I will live, more or less like a local in this brownstone.

4 comments:

jen. said...

How much longer are you there for?

I want to attend a new york party. i also want to build a fort now.

Jack Morgan said...

only until Tuesday, unfortunately. I wish you were here; I would have built a fort just for you.

Gary said...

Were you able to find a seat at Mark and Rodrigo's reading?

Jack Morgan said...

Yes, I was, and I spent a lot of time after it looking for you. I think I was standing near you for most of the reading, but I only found that out when I found out the lovely lady at the end of the bar was your wife.