Grad party last night -- drinks here prior to. Jazz on the stereo, people dressed up and beautiful. No one launching beer off the patio. Class, I shouldn't have to say, is for my kind of people, and last night -- class by the troughfull.
In a packed SUB building filled with people too young to be graduating, a stranger fondled my arse in a line-up, and a Catholic man kissed me on the red carpet duct taped to the sidewalk. People from my highschool grad grading with me for the second time, a few stilted conversations waiting for the pisser. Beer on the Felicita's patio with The Crew.
And now, hopefully, I'm on my way outta all that with a BFA in my pocket. A new life for me.
Nothing to do today except rewrite some poetry and rework some non-fiction, schedule an interview . . .
My family is in Vancouver visiting a dying uncle.
Posted by matty-b at April 10, 2005 11:41 AM"class by the troughfull" is a very interesting contrast of a line. You should use it in a piece . .it reminds me of Kerouac . .but, a lot of things are reminding me of Kerouac right now since I've been listing to the tribute CD over and over again since very late last night. It's amazing the writers you leave behind for a few years and then comes back to---become a snippet of yourself . . former self???
aye. you guys are lucky to be at the BFA stage that you're at. Tho' . . if I were at it myself right now, I honestly wouldn't know what to do with myself. Maybe proves you're all either braver or more evolved. probably both.
in any case: I wish luck to all. Whatever that means to you guys.
Thanks for the words. . . Last year I thought I could move on et al, but whatver, maybe I wasn't ready, cuz right now I'm like, "what is ready? and is anyone ever?"
At that point I usually put a Coen brothers movie into the machine.