Besides handing out Estonian flags at the Four-Faced Liar this weekend, I will be a contestant in the Bowery Poetry Club's Poetry Game Show, this Monday at 5:45 p.m. It's free! The BPC is at 308 Bowery, opposite CBGB's.
Sweat's a way of life here, easing down
Into the plastic basketweave lawn chair,
Hose in one hand, the idea of washing
the car a pretense for getting your own
Skin wet. Mountain Dew in hand No. 2,
the slow heft of wrist to elbow to shoulder
to mouth, listening to the tinny whispers
Of an old radio in the shade of the carport,
Playing adult contemporary, cord snaking
back through the screen door into the kitchen.
Or else you could stay inside, laid out
like a corpse on the black leather couch,
skin stuck to its skin, conscious only
of the rise and fall of your rib cage,
the whistles and tweaks of a game show,
Watching through the window as the kudzu
strangles a mimosa. There's no recipe
For that. Bob Barker leads the audience
In air-conditioned applause, and if you
Could hear the pounding of the surf, it would
Be like a fly's buzz, it wouldn't make it any better.
This SATURDAY at 2:30 pm
at The Four-Faced Liar
165 West 4th St
Karl Martin Sinijarv and Asko Kunnap, poets extraordinaire of Estonia, will read from their work. I will be handing out small Estonian flags to wave. So come wave a flag while sipping the beverage of your choice in a congenial atmosphere. Plus, you know, culture! All the cool kids will be there. Seriously.
[Update: substitute poem deleted as well. Alas, dear reader, alas!]
Anyhoo, have some Ada Limon poems (sorry I'm too lazy to put the accent over the "o" in Limon...) here, here, and here.
The Estonians are coming!!! Tiny flags will be provided!!
I saw a hasidic guy yesterday and totally thought he was Abraham Lincoln.
The man with the biggest butt in the world was on the 2 train today. At first I thought he just a had a really bad case of Dad-Wallet, but no, you could have snapped quarters off that bubble-shaped monstrousity. And not in a good way. In a crazy inflated moonbounce way. Beware the giant man-butt!
They upgraded our Lotus notes and the new little logo screen that hangs out on your desktop while the program is loading involved a frightening mystic child. She looks like a kid in an M. Night Shylaman picture. I just hope Lotus isn't psychic.