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collective noun. a PISS-UP of poets.

After my final academic workshop - the final poetry workshop, I ended up in Felicita's with the poets, some of the poets, drinking. You know, the usual: open mouth, insert booze, close mouth, act emotional. Forget yourself: give into the petty exertions. Started on a gin-tonic, then a double gin-tonic and then beer. Emily was the steadfast, iron voice of BOOZE, all capitals, and demanded that we continue drinking. After that, Emily and I stumbled to the #14 bus where we ate popcorn and raged as usual. I went over to Michael's, and we zoned.

Anyway, back inside my tiny box of zen and waiting, waiting, waiting for the film screening tonight. Should be peculiar. It's a spectacle, with Brian up front delivering sermons before a kaleidoscope of video presentations.

Comments (7)

Stiffy:

It'll be stellar. We'll knock 'em dead.

ben:

Mostly because of the cannisters of knockout gas I've prepared.:)

so sorry that I can't make it for the films: too much story to write, and that interview. But I wish you well!!

also: holy shit. last night was fun. I can't believe half the things I was going on about.

That is what happens when one forgets the actual days one will be pmsing on. I knew *something* was amiss.

Stiffy:

BAM! Hyper-critical arthouse film snobs go DOWN...

ben:

Between our legs, darling! Between our legs.

RJ:

Good luck with the film screening! You have to upload to the web so I can watch it, either that or release it on DVD!

ben:

Try and do that at some point soon; apparently it's a participation angle in the class to have the movies on the web, but nobody's actually explained that in any depth.

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