John's reading was not so much a reading as an impromptu play. For example:
John: (reads poem)
Phone rings.
Shafer: John! John, stop reading!
Shafer picks up phone
Shafer: Nice job calling in the middle of the fucking reading, Miguel!
...
Shafer: Oh. I thought you were a different Miguel. Sorry for cursing at you.
Or...
John: (reads poem)
Shafer: John and I are in love!
John: Shafer and I need to discuss what our relationship is.
Got some lines down anyway...
"memory: green shadows of gray birds"
"I am rendered extraterrestrial by a Panama hat."
"We don't need no chandeliers."
Paul Killebrew followed.
"It's a gay world.
A gay gay world.
A gay gay, gay world
And I want to be president!"
"All the satanic pharmaceutical companies will never find a cure for the make-out fever, because everyone wants it."
"I'm feeling the sunlight buzz around me like a fanclub."
"I want to be fat and pricey, like my parents' berber carpet."
Peter Streckfuss was last, and I unfortunately don't have anything recorded, because I suddenly began writing a poem about his feet. But I did catch the bit about lichee nuts.
Feet poem to follow in the next day or so, hopefully. Still trying to see if it's going to shape up into anything.
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