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Friday, June 17, 2005

 

First new discovery in the tiny: Dana Ward. My God! If I thought that by hunting this man down, kidnapping him, and eating his still-throbbing brains, I would thereby gain all his poetical powers, I would do it.

Professional jealousy much? O mais oui.

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Thursday, June 16, 2005

 

ANOTHER READING ALERT

Hi. It appears that in addition to reading at the Ear Inn on Saturday, I'm reading at Frequency on Sunday. I'm slightly baffled, as I don't recall ever setting this up, but hey, I'm game. So come on out to the Four Faced Liar (I must admit, I would have been there anyway) at 2:30, and hear some of me, and more interestingly, some of Mark Lamoureaux!

Incidentally, we are both featured in the first issue of the tiny. It's hot off the presses; I got my copy yesterday, and have started to dip in. So far the verdict is: yummy!

UPDATE: The Am-I-Reading controversy is currently in the stages of resolution. Stay tuned for the amazing details!

UPDATE: I'm not reading! Whew! Two readings in one weekend would have been a bit much. But show up to the Liar anyway, to hear Mark Lamoureaux, Heather Christle, William Cassidy, and Andrew Kaufman.

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CULTURE ALERT

Next Tuesday, 8:30 p.m., put on your semi-fancy duds (jackets and ties for guys; whatever follows therefrom for girls) and head out to the historic National Arts Club (15 Gramercy Park South) for the opening of the new Portraits show, featuring a whole passle of people who deign to call themselves artists. Some of your favorite poets will be showing up: Todd Colby, Jordan Davis, Shafer Hall, Dan Nester, and lately added to the bill, myself. Ha!

I got the tour of the National Arts Club yesterday from the lovely Jennifer L. Knox, who pointed out the Club's fine collection of American impressionism and bizarre pug tchotchkes. Then I had a wonderful lunch from the club's kitchen, which I also toured, thereby inspiring the fearful misapprehension that I was the health inspector. Jen and I then retreated upstairs to share our lunch with Gobi the Parrot, who I found is very partial to pasta and puff pastry.

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Tuesday, June 14, 2005

 

Quick, bored American office-workers! The world needs your help. Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of the party, for only you can put together this online puzzle of Stevie Nicks apparently fending off an attacking unicorn.

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READIN' ALERT:

This Saturday, I will be reading at the Ear Inn Reading Series, 3 p.m. at 326 Spring Street. Huzzah!

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Monday, June 13, 2005

 

Went to see the "Little Boy" exhibit at the Japan Society on Saturday. Thoroughly disorienting interplay of the Japanese kawaii "cute" culture and the anime/manga culture, with all the bizarreness that entails. Crazy fighting robots, prepubescent schoolgirls whose panties are visible but otherwise don't seem particularly vixenish, elephants wearing flowered underpants, the atomic muchroom cloud outlined in hippy daisies, way too much Hello Kitty, cutesy-cutesy childrens' show mascots, vaguely menacing sculptures, etc. Very impressed by the crazy giant eye paintings of Kawashima Hideaki, the computer-generated scrollwork of Chiho Aoshima, and a group of realist paintings of Japanese WWII battleships, which echo the many realist oil paintings of American WWII battleships I saw gracing the halls of Navy offices and wardrooms during my childhood.

Then it was off to the BBQ festival, where I waited in line for a very long time, but got some very good pulled pork and coleslaw. No need for barbecue sauce; if you cook your pig right, all the flavor will seep down into the meat and it will stay juicy, all without having to worry about getting a soggy bun from sauce.

Finished reading Tom Jones; I now am having trouble not thinking and speaking in 18th-century mode. Weird dreams last night involving John Ashbery stalking about in the snow, with eyes like luminous blue bug-zappers. Ta-da.

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