A 1979 Polaroid that Andy Warhol snapped of the late Farrah Fawcett is going up for auction at the Children’s Museum of the Arts in NYC. The photo is already valued at over $8,000.
I prayed for the city to be cleared of people, for the gift of being alone… which is the one New York prayer that rarely gets lost or delayed in channels, and in no time at all everything I touched turned to solid loneliness.
–from J.D. SALINGER’S “De Daumier-Smith’s Blue Period”
The Washington Square Midsummer Party is tonight at Happy Ending on Broome St. 7:30 pm and it is free free free. John Yau, Timothy Liu, Miranda Field, Ben Mirov, Katherine Bogden, Porter Fox, and Conrad Woolfe will be reading. And I will be there basking in literary delight. Come one and all.
The Guardian has an article up about the recent literary death match held in the UK. Opium magazine holds these all over the country and now in Europe. Pairs of writers read their work back to back and are judged by a panel. The final round has winners from previous rounds performing non-literary feats and playing games for the final victory. The next death match will be here in NYC on Thursday, July 30 at the Bowery Poetry Club. Who wants to go with me?
Suzanne Gardinier, Ana Božičević, and Jericho Brown are scheduled to read tonight at Bryant Park. If this weather keeps up, they’ll be reading at the rain location: The General Society of Mechanics and Tradesmen, 20 W. 44th St. between 5th & 6th Aves (a few blocks from the park). I’ve been reading Gardinier’s book, 101 Ghazals, which is fantastic. I heard her read at the Poetry Society of America Chapbook Prize Reading back in April, and she was wonderful.
One of my favorite pieces of hers continues after the jump.
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I’ve lost my shoes Have you seen them
The winged ones that used to carry me
I’ve heard that when people die they remember
their mothers and call in the night Carry me
Young artists often mistake proximity to the art world for the act of creation itself. Nowhere is this error more common than in New York City, where being able to paint and make rent is a question of finding “the right imbalance” between art and paying work.
I recently moved to a new neighborhood, and when I did my coworker showed me this video clip from the 25th Hour. I think this is one of the best monologues I’ve ever heard. Ed Norton is fantastic. He calls out almost every community in New York City and, well, takes a shit on it. Powerful stuff. You have to see this.
If you miss something or want to go back, the full text of the monologue is after the jump. More
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