After the reading
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Unfortunately The Rec Room scheduled my reading at the same time as a Danny's Reading. I read something very quick and not my own (it was a themed reading: the subject, animals, so I read Leigh Hunt's The Man, The Fish and the Spirit, which killed). I left early, but not so early that I missed Simone Muench and Philip Jenk's partnered recitation: not so early that I didn't already have major beers behind my belt. Arrived at Danny's too late to catch the end of the Abraham Smith reading, and so went directly to more drinking. Girls passed by I remembered vaguely. I blinked at them with aquarium eyes. Weak, weak. Never mind. Soon I was drunk to a vomity greenness and everything was fine. Wound up at Joel's, where we listened to records standing up and swaying semi-consciously over his turntable like forest gorillas during an earthquake. I tried to explain the joys of Burning Witch entirely through the language of spasms. Joel played Can's Tago Mago for me, and i got the spins. Then we passed out. Another night made weird and nightmarey. No more. My powers are diminished. I do believe I stink. Time to rebuild what odd fortifications are left to me.
posted by Greg Purcell @ 4:33 PM,
