Thursday, March 03, 2005

 

Studiously not writing poetry. I think I poetried myself out, and it's time to let my mind stew for a bit. Time for reinvigoration. But I'm hearing and reading poetry! Attended the first half of the PSA's new poets festival. Twelve poets is a bit of a slog, I must say . . . I was following along nicely right up until about poet eight or nine, and then I found myself staring, gape-mouthed at the weird tiling on the New School's weird Egg-o-Dome Auditorium's ceiling. They made up for it with yummy cheese at the reception. O cheese, my elusive mistress. I heard some new good voices, as well as some good old ones. Met Josh Corey, so now he has a real face, and not just the tiny wee author photo from his book. Going back tonight for more cheese and verse and scribbling nothings in my notebook. In the meantime, I will somnambulate through work.

posted by Reen |link| 0 comments

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -