Tuesday, May 11, 2004

 

Went and saw Shafer play in the Bowery Poetry Club's poetry game show last night. He had to play against the audience, 'cause no one showed up to challenge him. I rock at naming poems from first lines (embarrassing trivia: yes, I was captain of my high school's Quiz Bowl team; I got a sports letter for that. Ha! Thank you Virginia High School League for being crazy enough to consider trivia a sport). I also met Erica Kaufman, who was snazzy, and also late for the Poetry Project, so off she went.

Still working on chapbooks. Ironing out the typos, etc. There should be some soon. I gave Shafer my rough mock-ups. He can write nasty comments on them. Or, alternatively, use them as rolling papers. I'm going to bring copies down to Mark this weekend. He can also write nasty comments, but not do the rolling papers thing, 'cause I turn into Shrill Harpy Girlfriend whenever he smokes.

I once met a handsome Dane who rolled his own cigarettes. That's the sort of thing handsome Danes do. Now I'm rambling. Alack.

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