Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Mosh Pit Press
I like to look at ceilings. People give me weird looks when I take photos of their ceilings, though. Shame on you. You're ceiling is lovely.
On Sunday I went to the 4 Faced Liar to hear Ada Limon and Alex Lemon read. They are fantastic readers. No mic, clear voices, carried their poems well. Were humble and confident. Lovely Sunday afternoon:
And last night I went to the Poetry Project for Frank Sherlock and Kate Greenstreet. Kate read poems from her book "case sensitive" and also her forthcoming chapbook from Lame House "This Is Why I Hurt You."
Pre-order This is Why I Hurt You here:
Sherlock predominantly read from his new book, co-authored with Brett Evans, called Ready-to-Eat Individual.
Today I'm going to eat lunch outside on the base of this statue on which I usually eat my salad when it starts to get warm again. Then walk to Whole Foods and get Gluten free bread. Once I have gluten free bread, I can start packing lunches like normal people and save a lot of money. Lots of editors bring lunch to work if they're not meeting with agents. Brownbags, just like 2nd grade, except everyone is in their 30s and it's cool not to have a lunchbox.
I've been looking for a new apartment somewhere in Brooklyn. One bedroom. One mosh pit?
I'm always amazed by how little I know the names of specific neighborhoods even though I've been living here for years. Like if you give me cross streets, I can picture it on a map. But if you say "Ditmus Park" then I have no clue where the apartment might be (I've been browsing craigslist). Also, I think that they have started to give bad neighborhoods nice names to trick you, like Kew Gardens and Leffers Gardens. Are they going to start saying "Bed-Stuy Sanctuary" and "Crown Hights Arboretum"? I'm not falling for it, I've been there.
This is very rambling. I'm sorry.