(Alex's work)
(My work)The Punk Rock Flea Market ...
overall went well. The place was absolutely packed all through out the day and I was told there were lines outside? It felt like it was the busiest year yet out of the times I've had a table. Phew. No space at all to move. In the beginning business was a bit slow for me, but in the end I did pretty well. Alex kicked butt this year selling most of his stuff. I didn't buy anything, which in the end was good, and I am hoarding all my money in a cigar box under my bed. I did trade prints with "Kenny G" (myspace.com/kingkmg) and got a free copy of Wuthering Heights and a poetry book called "Except" by Craig Czury in the girls bathroom.
Later by Craig Czury
your father slapped you
for what you saw writhing in trees.
You were still the young girl
who pulled the rug out from under grass
and lay spinning the monster face
of clouds--
would have opened your shirt
and slept if the eyes hadn't sucked
huge sweeps of blue into a fish mouth.
What stories you wove from smoke!
God's fist against the sky.
My body is achy and something feels a bit off.
7 comments:
i really wanted to go :'(
Hope you made lotsa MONAYYYY
where you selling anything other than photography?
sounds exciting
Hi, hi.
I was at the PRFM yesterday, and bought one of Alex's things. The "Beautiful Little Fool" plaque. I sort of rudely glanced through your photographs, which were striking, but I couldn't buy one as I'm a dirt-cheap, between jobs student and claustrophobic as all hell. I wanted to apologize.
This is awkward. I tend to comment on things when I'm not sleeping through the night. Anyway...
Insomniatic musings and shameless self-promotion.
The self-promotion isn't going so well, though. It seems damn near impossible to break into this publishing business. Relying on the kindness of faceless editors, while sending out a pretty blank CV makes things harder. But I'm young, and I'm not really sweating it too badly.
Anyway, keep reading, by all means!
Obviously you're an early-riser. Are you from Philly or the suburbs?
Also, I propose we be blog-friends. Link to each other, raise our status on Google.
Also (again), before this becomes creepy, I should mention that I'm in high school as well, so that I don't seem like some odd old man, contacting you on the internets.
I've had some luck, made a few nice contacts. I have work being held over at a few journals, but who knows when those pieces will appear. I don't want to advertise any of that yet. It takes ages. I can't just set up a table and sell poems, you know? That, and the four months' wait for a rejection letter can be crushing.
Anyway, Jersey or Pennsylvania suburbs? I'm in Cherry Hill, about five minutes from the bridge.
Also, I'm jealous. I still have another year and a half to go. I read through some of your previous posts - UArts and Temple. Pretty sweet. Congrats! My aunt went to Tyler and loved it there.
A Raisin in the Sun is a reread, I loved Sebald's The Emigrants, and Bowles is just wonderful. Who are your favorites? You seem like someone with pretty good taste! Maybe you could recommend me something?
Nothing wrong with existentialism. Buber was a religious existentialist, Spinoza was an ethicist, Goffman was a sociologist, and De Man was a deconstructionist. It's funny; the last was virulently anti-semitic, yet I'm reading him in conjunction with three Jewish authors. Heh.
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