Trying (trying) to wrench myself back in (wrench!) to this time zone so I can blog about my trip!
Wrench! Slept until 11 NY time today (only 8 in SF), a fluffy feline on either side of my head. Dante! Nemo! I melt into their eyes.
Home’s coziness — no comparison. But how dare the trees have no leaves. Where are the date palms overflowing with fruit, the green hills, the line of sentry cormorants going across the lake? Bah. OK, I live on the East Coast because __________. Because why? Oh yeah, some guy convinced me to come here (some guy who now has gone a successful week without smoking, leading me to wonder — do I drive him to it?).
First order of thanks goes to Stephanie, for letting me do the crazy things I do in her gorgeous Craftsman-style living room (envy envy envy). Stephanie, by the way, is swell, a ton of fun, articulate, animated, blessed with wit. Same goes for her guy Clive, whose Christmas CD of totally obscene carols had me and Gary giggling in the living room.
And thanks to David Larsen, meow meow meow, for being his brilliant self and getting me high to boot.
Thanks to the inestimable Pat Reed for reading those Cloisters sonnets with me, the sonnets with her socks and my shoes in them. Pat is one of my favorite people to collaborate with; she takes poems right out of the air.
Thanks to Kasey and Alli for making the trip from Santa Cruz. Alli’s a gem. And Kasey, will you just please move to New York? I don’t know how much longer we can live without you.
Thanks to Laura for her incredibly reflective generous writing that scoops up and surrounds the younger writers in the community, and also for always talking about boys and fashion with me.
Thanks to Chris Stroffolino for the ride across the bay and his Costello-meets-Lou Reed-meets-Hank-Williams indie CD. But why he didn’t come to my reading? Humph. This was my first reading in the Bay Area in EIGHT YEARS!
Thanks to Kit Robinson for his book, 9:45, also for being tall and kind, and also to Nick Robinson for having stretched the limits for me of what could be possible in poetic performance.
Thanks to Alan Bernheimer also for being tall and kind and also for writing the “Most Anthologizable Lang-Poem Ever.”
And thanks to Mike Scharf, for telling me that I head to read the Matthew Arnold parody without cracking up, and just for being my HOMIE — also for introducing me to Joshua Clover.
Thanks to Cassie Lewis for her calm and joyful presence. So very good to meet her in person!
Thanks to Andrew Joron for his generous after-comments and also for assuming that I am good for Gary, whom he knew in Minneapolis.
Thanks to Stephen Vincent for saying he enjoyed “Womanish” and making the somehow elfin comment that I am “out of the cradle endlessly mocking.” Hee.
Thanks to Taylor Brady for coming despite the anxieties of tobacco cravings, and good luck on the Atelos project!
Thanks to James Meetze for coming although he had to miss my reading (theatre tickets).
Thanks to that lovely couple who recorded — they do a lit mag — I’ve forgotten their names… eek…
Thanks to Geoff Dyer and his sweet way of asking me to sign my book. Just got his Krupskaya book and will duly read.
Speaking of Krupskaya, thanks also to Jocelyn Saidenberg for coming, and the same to Yedda Morrison. We didn’t get to talk — maybe next time? Yedda is almost unlawfully beautiful, I think she should be a cult figure of some kind.
Thanks to Laynie Browne for being so lovely and also for letting me stare at her with much curiosity because Gary says that his ex-wife (soon he’ll be able to say “first wife” — how very adult!) resembles her.
Thanks to friend R. Tapp for the Hafiz calendar and the book recommendations!
Thanks to Liza for being one of the most charmng people on the planet and for giving me the copy of A Suitable Boy (good plane and insomnia reading!).
Congratulations to Jimmy for having had a kid — little Lincoln. But shame on him for not having told me.
Thanks to Becky for the spicy lunch at Brandy Ho’s and for wandering around City Lights with me.
Thanks to my MOM for taking me to get my NOSE PIERCED!
I can’t imagine a better 40th birthday present.
There are of course more thanks due and when I think of them I will add them to this list.