The Frequency Series Fall season kicks off on Sunday at 2:30 p.m.
with Gina Myers, Edmund Berrigan, and special friends.
As always, everything happens at the Four-Faced Liar: 165 W. 4th and 6th Ave.
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Anyway, St. Mark's was packed to the gills. I ended up sitting on the floor way in the back, which didn't matter too much because they had a sound system set up. Extra vibrant/great performances by Anne Waldman (as accompanied on mandolin by Bethany of the Feverfew), the Living Theater people, the stranger known only as Zero Boy, and a surprise appearance by a talking nazi Republican mime (I kid you not). I stayed almost to the end, but drifted out around 10:15.
Best lines of the evening:
"Matriot Act!"
and
"The revolution isn't a movie that was shown in 1968."
But, then I went home and found this sitting in my room. Three inches long! Ugh! He died a shoe-y death.
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Beachy-
Quick
!!
Wow!
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George W. Bush is to Winston Churchill as cheese is to ____.
(a) wine
(b) more cheese
(c) those little cracker thingies, whaddaycall 'em . . . Triscuits.
(d) the Necronomicon
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I'm Not Imagining You Naked
You can't go to town in a bathtub,
But oh yes you can, and this car
Is the greatest thing since the erector
Set. Say no more, the quiet streets
Cast a pall over midwives pasting
Cauls on newborns to give their sideline
Work in fortune-telling some needed
Authenticity. And in this city, when
You hang fruit from the elm branches
In the pebbled air preceding dawn,
you'll breathe the chorus of the spiders:
a little sea-chanty, a little sideways
chant. You might as well lie down
right then, dream of bathtubs, dream
of tin lizzies and pony cars rolling
down the dream highways, passing
checkered flags and deserts, passing
fruit trees with the reflexiveness
of memory, trailing the definitive scent
of motor oil, of repetitively written desire.
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