Day 45: Las Vegas
UPDATE!
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I want to hear Elvis sing one more time so I keep pressing this button.
I believe Elvis sees into my soul and he sees I am on a fundamental leval a loser so he gives me nothing, only takes more and more numbers from my tally on the screen.
Noodly doodly ding ding!
From the monumental awe of Roden Crater to the flimsy sugar high of a Las Vegas casino, we’ve had an intense 24 hours, in no small part because of readings like Eileen Myles’ below.
All of Las Vegas is not like this, but this is what we see when we come to read at the Brooklyn Room of the New York New York Casino.
A strangely charged reading, with some of the most intense performances we’ve had yet, with one particularly loud heckler and a man telling me I’m sexy afterwards as I stand at the urinal.
Really?
Elvis doesn’t think so.
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too bad it you didn’t read at Excalibur, i’m sure you all had some good medieval poems you could’ve whipped out for the occasion (you got off easy with ny).
thanks for coming to LV.
“Don’t tell me this town ain’t got no heart / You just gotta poke around” – Robert Hunter
hey kids, you’re almost home. Ambrose and I miss you.
ahhhhhhh seattle is eating my brains
also i think you made jackie poo sad.
also i think you made boo sad, but i will put cheer into him