The Enclave Reading XVIII Tomorrow 1/31 @ Cake Shop

30 01 2009

As featured in Time Out New York and on the official site for all things Enclavian. I will be reading with Micaela Morrissette and Jon McMillan. For some reason I have the longest bio though I am the least creditable of the three.

Come see!

The Enclave XVIII


Tough Love from No. 44

20 01 2009

En train de regarder (comme le reste du pays) l’investiture d’Obama… quelle honte que ce soit la première fois de ma vie que je fais autant… mais honte personnelle (manque d’intérêt) ou honte nationale (manque de leader intéressant) ? Qu’est-ce que cela fait venir les larmes aux yeux de cet esthète incurable, que d’entendre Arethra chanter “My Country ‘Tis of Thee”—that brassy, generous voice capable of so much pain and defiance—mais aussi dois-je avouer que c’est précisément ce côté théâtral, que dis-je, cinématique, qui m’émeut tant. Il y a quelque chose de faux, de démesuré, de si américain là-dedans, qui dans sa perfection à la guimauve aurait pu sortir d’un film Hollywood, on dirait une comédie banale (qui se voudrait satire) où se passait impensable : un homme noir devient président des Etats-Unis (et encore les ricains, se frayant un chemin, montrent aux autres comment faire). Une bonne vieille chanson me touche plus que tout discours, et une mise-en-scène m’importe plus que toute politique ; je m’y reconnais. Je suis fait comme ça, irrémédiablement superficiel. Soit. Mais un film a-t-il jamais osé plus que la réalité ne l’ose désormais?

Loin de moi l’idée de crâner, mais mieux Arethra que d’entendre chanter Madame Bruni. Chapeau, Madame Franklin! Dans tous les sens.

Cory Booker, Open Office Hours, Tuesday January 13, 2008

19 01 2009

What would you have me say from five minutes and a handshake? My meeting with the mayor did not especially deepen my insight into him. His Honor held open office hours in the basement of a church. The affiliated hospital was across the street, its neon cross glowing over a deserted entrance, a gilded portrait of Our Lord between the elevators. I went because the year I’ve lived in Newark has been spent in woeful ignorance of the local political climate, though the latter largely describes my whole life, apart from a brief Nader fling in 2000. I inhabit a 20th floor studio in a decaying Mies van der Rohe monolith (one of two facing each other across a lawn and reminiscent of Detroit’s Lafayette Park) in what was once Newark’s Little Italy, and from my eyrie survey with sovereign aloofness the downtown skyline. Since I moved in, two neighboring buildings have been demolished—one a Westinghouse factory—with no new construction announced. I took the Light Rail to the main station and crossed into the largely Lusophone Ironbound. The travel agencies, the shops that advertised check cashing, phone cards, and international parcels were closed, the churrascarias slow on a Tuesday night; a few people still sat in clusters in the bakeries. Off the main drag houses with old siding crowded narrow alleys. Snow from two days ago lay banked against the curb, and in a fenced lot moonlight glinted from the cars. Read the rest of this entry »

Postcard Remix #5

19 01 2009

Chelsea High Line

With apologies to Y: The Last Man.

I’ll Be Reading Again

15 01 2009

Saturday 1/31 at 4pm at Cake Shop, 152 Ludlow St, NYC btwn. Stanton & Rivington. I’ll be reading with Jon McMillan (he has a story out now in the New England Review!) and Micaela Morrissette (a senior editor at Conjunctions who won a Pushcart and a best american fantasy award this past year). Scott Geiger was instrumental in setting me up for this reading up with his New School buddies Jim and Jason, who run the Enclave reading series; huge thanks to all three. Apparently, Micaela Morrissette named her hedgehog after Scott’s first published story, “The Pursuit of Artemisia Guile” in Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet 16 (July 2005). If you watch this site, further info and reader bios should eventually get posted there.

Come one and all!

Obama Card Game!

15 01 2009

Charlito, of Indie Spinner Rack fame, and co-publisher of what is to date my only published comics work, has produced a handsome handmade card game from the natural effervescence of his irrepressible creative spirit and sheer infectious joy at our soon-to-be President. I am egregiously late about notifying the masses of it, but when I saw notice posted on my friend GB Tran’s blog, I thought Duh, why not be a copycat. I’m still in time for inauguration. Please go buy it. Feed Charlito.

Postcard Remix #4: Guest Post

15 01 2009
Lou Marchetti, 1959

Lou Marchetti, 1959

A guest postcard mysteriously signed “Sport.”