i read at the reading for the kickoff of poncho peligroso's poetry tour last night. it was great.
i spent most of the night sitting on a couch feeling what one might call "pleasantly alienated." (i would love to deconstruct that phrase some other time) much of the conversation i overheard was related to twitter, tao lin, blog commenting thread battles, etc. which was cool because usually i talk about like food and music and "great books" and shit with most people.
i rolled up with a crew of four male friends of mine and there was only around 10 people already at the apartment. we sat on the couch and drank beer and shit. i spoke briefly to steve, poncho, and spencer madsen over the course of the night. and some other people.
beach sloth was how one might have expected him to be, although i didnt know what to expect. he was very talkative, very excited, seemed to be having a genuinely good time. i have enjoyed his blog, from time to time. i hope someday he writes a post about me.
roggenbuck was very good. so was everyone else.
i gchatted with jess dustchmann once in a group chat. i remembered reading her on "annandale dream gazette", as i am also on the "annandale dream gazette."
spencer madsen read several things after i read. he read his poem about mallory whitten and jordan castro. that was my main prior knowledge of his work, also. i said hi to him and we talked about something. i believe i said "you wrote the book of tweets, right?" which probably made me sound like an asshole. he replied "well, yeah, theres poetry and stuff, too." his reading was good. he likes to cwhine about sexual frustration a bit, which is something i generally like.
mike bushnell was really good. i was blown away. there had been several loud bros kind of interrupting/jeering/livening up the reading up until he read. then one of the bros pretended to be taking a cell phone call and walking right past mike bushnell as he was in the middle of a poem. mike started screaming at him and smashed something on his head. it was really interesting and funny. i was fooled. it was staged. great.
as the reading continued i began to be uncomfortable with the decision to position myself on the couch. it prevented me from being as mobile as i would have liked in terms of talking to people. i got up at some point and remained standing for the rest of the reading.
a poet named ras mashramani read some very out there sex shit. it was entertaining, although unfortunately by that point people were starting to get fidgetty and talk more (the room was very packed and hot).
poncho was great. i like his poetry. i should try to articulate my thoughts better.
in a video (somewhere) i remember poncho saying that he wanted the reading to be less academia and more punk rock. seems it was successful.
anyways, yeah it was fun. to any readers i didnt mention, you were good, but i am still very hungover and i need to tie the knot on this entry and i dont even know if "tie the knot" is the right phrase to be using.
id like to see the video of the event.
piece out
i spent most of the night sitting on a couch feeling what one might call "pleasantly alienated." (i would love to deconstruct that phrase some other time) much of the conversation i overheard was related to twitter, tao lin, blog commenting thread battles, etc. which was cool because usually i talk about like food and music and "great books" and shit with most people.
i rolled up with a crew of four male friends of mine and there was only around 10 people already at the apartment. we sat on the couch and drank beer and shit. i spoke briefly to steve, poncho, and spencer madsen over the course of the night. and some other people.
beach sloth was how one might have expected him to be, although i didnt know what to expect. he was very talkative, very excited, seemed to be having a genuinely good time. i have enjoyed his blog, from time to time. i hope someday he writes a post about me.
roggenbuck was very good. so was everyone else.
i gchatted with jess dustchmann once in a group chat. i remembered reading her on "annandale dream gazette", as i am also on the "annandale dream gazette."
spencer madsen read several things after i read. he read his poem about mallory whitten and jordan castro. that was my main prior knowledge of his work, also. i said hi to him and we talked about something. i believe i said "you wrote the book of tweets, right?" which probably made me sound like an asshole. he replied "well, yeah, theres poetry and stuff, too." his reading was good. he likes to cwhine about sexual frustration a bit, which is something i generally like.
mike bushnell was really good. i was blown away. there had been several loud bros kind of interrupting/jeering/livening up the reading up until he read. then one of the bros pretended to be taking a cell phone call and walking right past mike bushnell as he was in the middle of a poem. mike started screaming at him and smashed something on his head. it was really interesting and funny. i was fooled. it was staged. great.
as the reading continued i began to be uncomfortable with the decision to position myself on the couch. it prevented me from being as mobile as i would have liked in terms of talking to people. i got up at some point and remained standing for the rest of the reading.
a poet named ras mashramani read some very out there sex shit. it was entertaining, although unfortunately by that point people were starting to get fidgetty and talk more (the room was very packed and hot).
poncho was great. i like his poetry. i should try to articulate my thoughts better.
in a video (somewhere) i remember poncho saying that he wanted the reading to be less academia and more punk rock. seems it was successful.
anyways, yeah it was fun. to any readers i didnt mention, you were good, but i am still very hungover and i need to tie the knot on this entry and i dont even know if "tie the knot" is the right phrase to be using.
id like to see the video of the event.
piece out
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