15 July 2012
12 July 2012
on weird photo apps & seeing john ashbery read.
I ventured out to Poet's House this evening to see/hear the illustrious John Ashbery read some of this recent/new work. I like Poet's House a lot, but I get there rarely as it is something of a trek from my place in BK.
I wouldn't say I'm a huge John Ashbery fan (I realised today that I don't actually own any of his books) but he is the single most famous poet... probably ever. He's won every major award. & sure, he is another white dude in the sea of white dudes that is the realm of literature, but I still feel like you gotta give credit where credit is due.
The reading was very nice indeed... even though I was relegated to the upstairs "video feed" version because the auditorium was full.
I wouldn't say I'm a huge John Ashbery fan (I realised today that I don't actually own any of his books) but he is the single most famous poet... probably ever. He's won every major award. & sure, he is another white dude in the sea of white dudes that is the realm of literature, but I still feel like you gotta give credit where credit is due.
The reading was very nice indeed... even though I was relegated to the upstairs "video feed" version because the auditorium was full.
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before the upstairs really got crowded. |
The best parts were the following:
- I was almost hit by a cab crossing River Terrace to get to Poet's House. This was the cab John Ashbery was riding in.
- Waiting by the elevator I ended up standing beside the man himself! The following conversation was overheard:
John Ashbery's Assistant: "There's a wheelchair right there John, do you want it?"
11 July 2012
06 July 2012
"it is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there."
-William Carlos Williams,
Asphodel, That Greeny Flower
I'm obsessed with this photo of cher:
I'm obsessed with this photo of cher:
and this photo of winona ryder:
more obsessions on tumblr.
05 July 2012
01 July 2012
"I am in the subway
it smells of gasoline.
this really happened."
-journal entry, last night.
it smells of gasoline.
this really happened."
-journal entry, last night.
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