Friday, November 14, 2008

Like a Pulsing, Scaly Creature Wrapped Around Your Heart Press

Guess what I found on my way to the subway/work yesterday.

A bag of cocaine.

Yes, a dime bag of cocaine, a block from my home. I live in neighborhood with lots of kids running around. I didn't want to leave it in the middle of the sidewalk for a kid to find, and I also didn't want to touch it, really, like anything else on the ground. So I nudged it with my foot all the way to a tree and buried it so no children or crack heads would digest it.

So, that was my good Samaritan act of the day.

I love Brooklyn.


Today I had lunch at Eisenberg's Sandwich Shop. It's sort of a Jewish deli right by where I work, but well-known enough to have tourists come, I think. People like the Matzoh ball soup and the tuna sandwiches. It might be the worst, unexpected dining experience I've had in years. Anyways, I was grossed out:

1) There were big, black flies

2) There were little fruit flies

3) I don't like a variety of flies crawling on and nesting in my food.

4) The waitress completely ignored us for an inappropriately long amount of time even though the restaurant was not that crowded, and even though I deliberately made eye contact with her multiple times.

5) The waitress brought out one of the meals a good 10 minutes after everyone else was served (and I don't think a grilled cheese sandwich takes so long to make).

6) This isn't the restaurant's fault but: A group of 5 men sat down next to us, professional looking men, and then each of them seemed to pick one of us (5 women) to stare at through our entire meals. Intensely stared at with occasional little smiles. I wanted to tell them to F off, but a) I didn't think that would get me anywhere besides being called a feminazi and b) they were actually seated so close to us it would have been very awkward to finish our meals after I told them that their stares were less than appreciated.

7) One of my most well behaved co-workers, the one who always dresses and acts professionally, lost control at the end of the meal, and before she could stop herself, said:



Oh wait, did you want to hear about poetry?

You should really buy this broadside by Elisa Gabbert:

Designed and sold by Grey Cat.

And next Thursday you should come to this reading 'curated' by Shafer Hall:

Hey Fishes, it's been too long, so we're gonna raise a very special poetry ruckus in the back room of the Four-Faced Liar.

Chris Tonelli is coming all the way up from Carolina, Sampson Starkweather is making a rare departure from his makeshift laboratory deep in the North woods, and Justin Marks is getting out of bed to come celebrate their synchronous publications by Rope-a-Dope press.

Rope-a-Dope Press is a collective of former pugilists in South Boston who create fantastic handmade chapbooks, broadsides, and other collaborations between visual artists and poets.

So come meet us at 6:30 PM in the dank dungeon of the Famous Face, 165 W. 4th St. and 6th Ave., on Thursday November 20th. This isn't one to miss.


Justin Marks' first full length collection, A Million in Prizes, is forthcoming from New Issues Press in spring 2009. His chapbooks include Voir Dire (Rope-a-Dope Press, forthcoming) and [Summer insular] (Horse Less Press, 2007). He is the founder and Editor of Kitchen Press Chapbooks and lives in New York City.

Sampson Starkweather is the author of City of Moths, forthcoming from Rope-A-Dope Press, and The Photograph from horse less press. He lives in the woods.

Chris Tonelli is the author of three chapbooks: For People Who Like Gravity and Other People (Rope-A-Dope Press, forthcoming), A Mule-Shaped Cloud (w/ Sarah Bartlett, horse less press, 2008), and WIDE TREE: Short Poems (Kitchen Press, 2006). He teaches at North Carolina State University in Raleigh, NC.

Founded in the spring of 2007 by painter Robert daVies and poet Mary Walker Graham, Rope-a-Dope Press fosters collaborations between artists, writers, and their communities through the publication of handmade, letterpress printed chapbooks, broadsides, and artists' books.



Maximum Etc said...


Free bag of cocaine buried at the base of a tree 1 block from Julia's house!

Mathias Svalina said...

I "curated" that dime bag.

Maximum Etc said...

I want to go to that "reading series"

Julia Cohen said...

I'll see "you" there