reading: kitchen confidentiallistening to: nada. zip.
getting kitcheny with: old ovens (in utter ambivalence)
2005-03-04
8:54 p.m.
i had wanted to stay at the coffee shop till it closed- somewhere about ten. 8:30 was as far as i'd made it, however. poetry reading. so hilarious i actually had to leave before i giggled and insulted one of the delicate, blossoming Persons of Intensity.one began: "rub-a-dub-dub/our love smells like vapor rub".
i kid you not. it reminded me of course of all the bad readings in portland which still didn't come close to the deep, deep, deep, deep level of suck demonstrated tonight. and reminded me of course of how much talent chris has packed into his un-gymed, un-moussed form. the first, the rub-a-dub-dub guy, was just stuck on this wanting clever rhyming patterns and rhythms and it got his brain to wagging out these images and connections that had nothing but absurdity- not in the good way. at least not in the talented way...
whereas chris actually has some thought in things. it gives the sensation of having some actual, touched upon. moulded out with heightened saturation.
people are so damned dumb.
rub-a-dub-dub. lordy, lordy.