I would not miss this for all the ass-slapping in the world.
Jennifer L. Knox announces:
"I'll be reading some poetry with Jim Behrle
THIS TUESDAY, 8 p.m. at a bar called KILI
at 79-81 Hoyt Street at Atlantic.
The G, A, C to Hoyt Schermerhorn,
or the 4, 5 to Hoyt should get you there, God willing.
But that's not the freaky part. The freaky part is:
I have had my ass slapped with Jim Behrle.
Not with Jim's hand, or something in Jim's hand,
but with his whole self. Some guys picked him up
and smacked my ass with his entire person.
Freaky!
Will this ever happen again?
Will it happen on Tuesday?
We shall see."
I will however miss the
Free Radicals party tonite, because I am still sickly and will be in my PJs post-haste post-debate. I just gotta kick this cold, dudes.
As Reen mentions, this is one poeterrific week: In addition to the festivities this evening, Tracey McTague, et. al. read TOMORROW at a SATURDAY
Frequency, then Shafer reads Monday at
Pete's, then Jen & brand-spanking-new Brooklynite Jimmy take the stage at Kili.
Have we all died and gone to poetry heaven?
