Back in October I read at Borders. I read a piece about the etymologies of words relating to vegetables, sang a song on the ukulele about the erotics of writing, and ended with "abridging the freedom accusation", a process poem based on the Bill of Rights. There were also three shorter introductory pieces for each bit: etymologies, puns, and an interpretation of Alfred Joyce Kilmer as the father of modern poetics.
It all went over very well. You would have enjoyed being there, almost as much as the people who were there enjoyed being there.
Labels: Alfred Joyce Kilmer, Borders, etymologies, informalism, me, reading, ukulele
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