I listened to Anselm and Eileen on the floor of Dynaco. Floored.
After the reading a young woman sitting next to me on the floor turned and said, -These were the perfect seats.
-Oh, watching the reading from the floor you mean? Yeah, right, especially when Eileen got up on the chair.
-Yeah, it was like she was reading poems down through the clouds.
-Totally, like we were children sitting at Mama's feet and listening to bed time stories.
-Hey, is that a sky-light up there?
-I don't know. If it was it's been boarded up.
-I had a sky-light growing up in my room.
-That must have been amazing, to see the clouds and stars and sun and moon right above your bed.
-Yeah, it was, I used to look for the moon every night.
-And there was Eileen Myles reading poems from the clouds.
-Yes, and this morning I even baked a loaf of Challah.
-It was cloud shaped.
-Well, there you go, you got a poem right there.