Should I go to tomorrow’s (well I guess technically today’s) open mic at 16th and Mission? Maybe, maybe.
There’s a dude in front of my house shouting “Drop your weapon you lousy human” at passing cars and then when they don’t stop he’s making a gun with his hand, pointing, and shouting “Fire! BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.”
Why am I so bad with communication?
Nina Katchadourian borrows the words she uses for her unusual poetry from the spines of books. She arranges those spines, book upon book, so that they form brief poems that are often insightful and surprising.
Cooked Quorn chicken today! It was delish and I’m still alive. Success!