The Costume and the Cherries

Kate Moss sports the poet's costume very convincingly.

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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:

Stanford Chan

Lorelei Lee : Un-fucking-believable! Makes every other sex-writer look like naive, unpoetic prudes.

Cynthia Posillizo

Stephen Boyer

Ariel Goldberg

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!