A new lit mag called Poetry is Dead
launched their first issue this Sunday. I wrote an essay about the rise of spoken word, an extended version of my drunken response to Betsy Warland
. And "Dear Sasquatch"
was published as well, just in time for the Olympics.
The party, though, that's what really has me excited about this crew. They throw a great party
. The Grace Gallery was packed! It probably helps that they each work for a bunch of magazines, including Geist, Narwhal, Sad Mag, Megaphone, Adbusters,
and others. These folks know how to get the word out.
I closed out the readings with a performance of "Dear Sasquatch", which slayed. I was telling Natalie Gray (an awesome poet also published in PID) afterward that, really, we don't need to write new material, just find new audiences. I can't wait to break out "Donair Daze" on an audience like that, the full ten minute version. I can't wait to break out RC Weslowski
on a crowd like that, the full Duchamp
version. To quote my ex-gf, they will shit their minds.