The Boy Looked at Johnny
Had the honor of meeting the man himself at a reading. I sat backstage with him and John Giorno as they passed a joint, talked about television and ate a pizza. Like some kind of elder insect, he presided over the conversation with an occasional aside, a cryptic comment sounding in person like he sounded on a recording, every imagined reading. He was conversational, not imposing, but it's impossible to be yourself with a legend. Or two, as Giorno was there as well. His schtick a repetition of rhythm and language building, breaking down, building again. The verbal equivalent to a Steve Reich piece of music.
Horses, Horses, Horses. Coming in IN all directions. Horses, Horses, Horses.
Do you know how to pony?