Kate Moss sports the poet's costume very convincingly.
Last Friday night was a miracle reading. It was one of the best I have ever been to.
I don't make it to SPT very often because I always thought it was a bitch to get to, but it wasn't really, and even if it were, a long hike would be worth the reading that happened at CCA last Friday night.
Everyone was absolutely wonderful. I don't know how to write more enthusiastically. People were looking at each other saying, I can't believe how fucking good this is.
These writers read in this order:
Lorelei Lee : Un-fucking-believable! Makes every other sex-writer look like naive, unpoetic prudes.
Paul Ebenkamp : Happier now than ever that he moved to California.
I would go to any reading that involved any of these readers.
Epigrams prefaced two poems. One of the epigrams was by Walt Whitman. The other one was by Jack Morgan! I was touched and giddy. It really was the cherry atop the sunday for me. I have been using that cliché a lot lately. I like the way it sounds. And there have been a lot of cherries lately.
Speaking of cherries, here's one. There are photos of the Sunday reading here!