08.23.05

Aaaaaaaaaaa!

Am looking forward to evening of reading trashy romance novels and Verses that Hurt (ed. by Jordan and Amy Trachtenberg, St. Martin's Press, (c)1996 by Naked Ear Productions).

The Verses... is a recent acquisition. A couple of weeks ago, one of the semi-regular readers at the Beat Revival brought a copy. The Dark Lord and CWC stampeded over to show me the poem, "Love Letter to His Dick" (p.82, ibid) by Janice Erlbaum. It was wonderful. It was fabulous.

It was so fuckin' A, East Coast that my eyes teared up. My favourite visual from the poem is a penis, gently bouncing on its balls and traversing a zebra crossing in Alphabet City, heading *narf* towards the author. All so they can run away together.

*sigh*

It's late, and I've got to get out of the shop before I crash out.

Go. Be fabulous.

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