Man on Wire
Tonight I submit myself, amid the first serious cold I've had in five years, to groggily compete in Opium Magazine's new Literary Death Match, at the Bowery Poetry Club @ 7:30, and I'm all about those split infinitives... It's late notice, of course, as it was for me, so I'll save this space for afters, as they say in Brighton, and for the inevitable and inevitably mortifying YouTube clip...
1/22/10: All done, no clip as yet, but I lost, my subtly ironic/noirish Hemingway narrative proving no match for the distinctive non-sequitur humor mill of the Opium contingent... Ah, well. Sold some books, had some drinks, met many lovely women.







It's going to be fine, it's going to be fun, but it may be a little unnerving. Work the cold for sympathy points. Todd understands intellectual fun, as do you, so have no worries and may the best writer triumph!
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