|i still look & feel a tad sick.|
we had a super long date night, beginning at 2 pm this afternoon.
1) reading at the utah humanities council book festival. i heard this sort of hot poet-dude read. i rather like his poetry, but his reading was atrocious, and actually kind of pissed me off. i might have to use some strong language in this section because, eight hours later, i'm still mad, and i have to say a few things to poets right now: if you don't read well, please, for the love of all that's holy, practice! hire a coach. take an acting class, improve your voice and your stage presence. if you think you write poetry "for the page" rather than for performance, get an actor to read for you. if you get nervous, take a xanax and PRACTICE. or hire an actor. but please don't inflict your bad reading on us. it's insulting. if you want to do public speaking and reading, then respect your audience and treat it seriously. also, we don't need a ten-minute, rambling introduction to an 8 second poem. in which you brag-plain about how long it took you to write your book, how much grant funding you got, which shoe gazing rock band you were on "tour" with, or how random and cool you are. hopefully we'll get all that from your 8-second poem.
am i right, people who go to poetry readings? is there anything worse than an awkward, rushed, poet with annoying head notes at the top of each poem? poets! get your shit together.
|life-sized dudes at ken sanders. someone at ken sanders is super into r. crumb.|
2) arbitrage at the broadway (4.30 show. we were the only non-seniors in the audience). i enjoyed this movie a lot. gere, sarandon, and marling were great, though sarandon had to deal with some weak lines and not enough screen time. arbitrage, the story of a wealthy business man desperately trying to hide the fraud he had committed, as well as another major crime, was a film that almost transcended it's genre. it almost had lady characters who were dimensional, it almost had interesting insights about race and class, it almost showed how complex structures of power, patriarchy, and society are. & tim roth almost convinced us he was a new york city cop.
just slightly off. sarandon's character had a few tricks up her sleeve, but, in my opinion, we never, ever have to hear the wife of a wealthy man say, "do you think i don't know about your little secretaries and assistants, and, and your little whores?" also, filmmakers, old dudes don't need to see any more footage of themselves in the sack with hot french gallerists. maybe make her chubby? in her thirties? a lawyer? i don't know. mix it up a little! you're artists--you can do something different this time!
but really, i did have fun watching the movie and thought it was quite well made, if not ground-breaking.
|alex caldiero: the sonosopher.|
k. caldiero's a super interesting dude and a fantastic performer. a sicilian/new yorker who came up in the cage/rauchenberg years, and knew both artists, then moved to orem, utah after converting to mormonism in 1980. and proceeded to continue doing his really riveting, gutsy, between the cracks performances.
(poets: check out caldiero. emulate his vocal presence! listen to how much silence he gives us between words. take note of how well-prepared his readings are. we can't all be as rad as alex, but we can learn from him.) i bought a copy of the dvd and look forward to watching it.
|i'm pretty sure you've been here before, JT.|
4) burgers at the drive-up--hire's--rootbeer in a frosty mug. i love hires. they make their own buns, grind their own meat, and bring trays to your car so you can eat and listen to john lee hooker and check out all the little dramas going on in the cars around you. tonight there was a cop hanging out with an old lady and her older mother. had they been robbed? bumped into by another car in the lot? witnessed a crime? we never figured it out.
so, yeah, i love hires, but unfortunately, tonight our fries were not fresh and our mugs not super cold and frosty. a little disappointing. the buns, as always, were great.