Thanks to Two Tears in a Bucket for the permalink to me (if I hadn’t already ‘cuz I’m a dork and prolly forgot). Clustered in with me and those others in my permalink category, I found Daily Headwork. I am in love. I want to write like this… well, maybe not exactly like this, ‘cuz she’s a different writer with a different voice, but essays with her clarity and precision and sense of geometry.
In my perhaps slightly misguided attempt to burn this damned cold out of my throat, I just had a shot of Hornitos (that’s a moderately decent tequila for you white folk) only instead of using the one shot glass in the house I swigged it directly out of the bottle and now my nipples are hard and I’m remembering why it’s better to use shot glasses… then I followed it with a raspberry tums. not the taste sensation I was looking for, but what the hell. I’m an enthusiastic and resourceful drinker… erm, sick person. yeah. that’s it.
Okay, so I’m exhausted. But in a good way. Went to a scene at the NEST – Pat Payne, a poet and painter new friend of mine, has a great work/live studio that she hosted an open mike night at last night till way late. There was poetry and food and singing and more poetry and performance art and Blue Stuff to drink. Hee! I even read a few of my poems aloud, which had never occurred to me to do before, and I’m seeing all kinds of new possibilities in that direction. Gotta say, speaking the words really adds to, if ya know what I mean. And there’s some cool shit you can do to get across, to add to it, to enhance and demystify. Woweezowee. Fed my soul but good.