woo hoo! nick’s back from china (nick’s suit from raheeb’s hand-made on pleasant street). he’s so going to yell at me for not finishing the color cover art for ordem. it’s gonna be awesome. also, i checked out some scaffolding this morning and i have decided that scaffolding is definitely not a ladder. thus you can walk under it without fear. the deciding factor was this- one doesn’t climb up (all) scaffolding, but one definitely climbs (all) ladders.
oh yeah, and an incredible thing happened last night after the show at cool beans- a bunch of poets started reading, and the first was this elderly woman, and before her first poem she said “this is about the music you just heard. i was here last week and wrote a poem about it.”. !. i wish i got a copy. i’m sure i’ll see her again sometime. other poetry was good and bad. i read poetry, including handsome matt’s born dead icons poem and selections from my manifesto-in-progress. staton asked if rainbow bird of peace was dada. i was like, yo, i’ll finish my manifesto, then you’ll see what i’m manifesting motherfucker. incidentally i have mixed feelings on dada but what it boils down to is that anyone who does dada now is way lame. and jean arp i love you!
