Mei-mei recap plus assorted other stuff

Last night I went to the Mei-mei reading (which I forgot to post on my blog) with Mónica de la Torre and Rusty Morrison. There were lots of nice faces in attendance like Nicole Steinberg (who also has a poem in the same upcoming ish of Eleven Eleven as yours (un)truly,) Evie Shockley (whose book, Half-red sea doesn't seem to be in many book stores which is a shame because it's a complete must-read) Kate Greenstreet & her husband- both always a pleasure to converse with, and my roommate, Tara aka Deep Disco (if I can continue to perpetuate a slang name like its a M.I.A. thang).

The crowd was a bit smaller i.e. no Richard Tuttle or Kiki Smith so it gave both Tara and I a lot of face time to chat with Mei-mei, which was a pleasure. Especially hearing about how Mei-mei's daughter is one out of a hundred trying to get an intern job at a graffiti studio.

Mei-mei read some new poems which were inspired by her husband's shoot with W magazine. The mix of fashion & science was of complete interest to Tara as she's a fashion designer who tutors in science and math. When Tara asked Mei-mei what her science background was, Mei-mei said she had none except an interest in making the language less masculine.
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It was a perfectly beautiful evening out so after grabbing food Tara & I walked from Williamsburg (where the reading took place) back to Chinatown.

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This morning is a wet raining one that makes me want to sit in bed and drink endless amounts of French Press Coffee.

It's also exceptional weather to try & make some significant progress in reading this book.

You Must Be This Tall Before Riding This Ride

Tonight is the first night I've had internet at the apartment in almost 2 wks.  So what have I've been doing with my nights, you ask?  Well making visual poetry of course!  On this funhouse ride Sandy has no idea I'm about to bite off her head

Blame it on Ben Lerner's Angle of Yaw but I'm feeling downright violent.  Quick someone spread the word- poetry is more corruptible than porn!

Damn straight yo! if you made it this far into the ride and haven't recited one single Ashbery line we will haunt you until you swear David Lynch's movies are nuthin' but Disney.

Did you punk out?  Me, Sandy, and Tara aka N.o.t.o.r.i.o.u.s. C.h.o.i., ECK (East Coast Kid) and Deep Disco are the new kids on da block- hanging tough.