Last Look at the Red Mill, Fresh Eyes on NYC

Levi asked if I’d inaugurate his art opening (the artist who did me in magnite-see earlier post) with a reading. So, read new stuff from the novel in progress. Later, Friday night, all of us writers were sharing stories of humiliation and embarrassment. Poet John Oliver shared one particularly squirm-inducing one that involved the song, ‘Build Me Up, Buttercup’—why do you build me up, Buttercup/Don’t break my heart…’ and so on.

Got ver klempt, yesterday, when John dropped us off at Burlington after sound, sound hugs and reunion reading tour plans (TO, NYC, Austin, Burlington and all points beyond!) and that sun on the Gihon River coming over the falls there…then, Madora and I caught the Jet Blue over to the city, I got into Joanne’s place on E. 32nd (Murray Hill-ish), then off to the Guggenheim.

Then, later, as I’m standing on line outside the Guggenheim, the guys in the waffle truck, impromptu, started singing, —why do you build me up, Buttercup/Don’t break my heart…’!!!! There are no loose molecules in the world. Here’s some pics….Oh, and there was, walking along in Central Park at twilight, a man in a tunnel playing Vivaldi. Magical.  

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~ by Thom on April 10, 2011.

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