I got myself drawn today in central park, and it kind looks like me, too. I like how the eyes are all squinty -- like, "I'm watching you! You're not getting away with nutin', mothafucka!"
In other news: SMUT!!
8:00 Monday night at Galapagos! Me and some other hip chicks, like the infamous Elise Miller. (She is infamous, you can check..) I'm reading dirty poetry until my head explodes or I get booed off the stage, whichever comes first. Plus, you'll get to see me dress very 80's, with the big hair, fishnets and big shiny, purple skirt with crinolines. I'm reading from Safe Word, which you can find here.
To get to Galapagos --
70 North 6th Street
between Kent and Wythe
Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY 11211
From Manhattan by Subway- Take the L to Bedford Ave. (1st stop in Brooklyn), exit on N. 7th and walk down one block to N. 6th, take a right and walk 2 1/2 blocks over. We're between Wythe and Kent on the left side.
Or Take the JMZ to Marcy Ave. Walk two blocks west on Broadway to Bedford Ave. Catch the B61 bus and take it to N7 (approximately 5 minute ride).
From Manhattan by Car- Take the outer right hand lane across the Williamsburg Bridge, get off at the first exit and curve around to the right until you are on Broadway. At the 2nd stoplight take a right. Continue up to N. 6th, take a left and drive 2 1/2 blocks. We're between Wythe and Kent on the left.
(I just take the L. I find that quite easy.)
Oh, and also, my reading series is away! It's rolling! The Bowery Poetry Club agreed to host it. So all you chicas who are in NYC and would like to read, please send your bio and a sample to inktastesbitter at yahoo.com. We're doing poets, novelists, whatever. Please apply. Some of you may have already agreed to read, and I'll hold you to it! Like a hand to a burner. Or something a little nicer.