Wow, is it just me, or is life just really strange these days?
Let me just say one more thing about fiverr (see yesterday’s frustrated post)– my tax paperwork got approved and before the day was over, I had already received 6 scam attempts through my new fiverr account.
Needless to say, that shit never used to happen in the old days.
Plus, I recently had a scam attempt through a writing group on the Substack app. I’ve never had that happen before on Substack, either.
And I personally think the semi-scams for writers are endless now on LinkedIn so I try to stay off of there. (LinkedIn started out as a whole different thing 20 years ago, when I first started using it — long before it was an overcrowded phone app.)
Anyway. I won’t go on and on about it, but phone apps targetting writers (that have basically replaced the corresponding websites) are my new pet peeve.
But I have to say, that both the Tabor Research Group and Ross K. Nichols’ private Yachad, now have phone apps and they are fantastic. But they’re private, members-only type apps.
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Okay!
So.
On to happier things!
I had a chance to read the short story Maxim Jakubowski contributed to our upcoming anthology honoring the life of M. Christian, and it was fantastic. It was such a joy to read it — erotic but also an undercurrent of sci-fi. And I know for certain M. Christian would have loved it.
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Before I forget, I thought I would just post a little update regarding me and Sandra and our upcoming staged reading in NY for our play, “The Guide to Being Fabulous”.
Sandra is in Los Angeles, working on a different project right now and we are sort of playing “text-tag.”
If I don’t get assigned to a jury on Tuesday (when I have to report for jury duty), then we will finally get a chance to really catch up.
But if I do get put on a jury, then who knows how long it will be…
Ditto for the podcast that Valerie and I are trying to finally launch. Valerie’s hands have recovered quite nicely from the surgeries and she texted me a photo of her current painting-in-progress yesterday and I just loved it!!
So now she’s just waiting on me and my unkown schedule at this point. But it’s all coming, eventually.
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Okay, on to the Sealey Challenge!
I did indeed re-read half of Lunch Poems (by Frank O’Hara, City Lights Books, 1964) last evening. I will finish it tonight.
And it was indeed very emotional for me. Quite a few of the poems were familiar to me long before I first read Lunch Poems in 1984, because those poems had been included in The Selected Poems of Frank O’Hara, which I’d pretty much had memorized since I first read that in1975.
And yes, I even took the book to school with me back then, even though it quite clearly has a drawing on the cover by Larry Rivers of Frank O’Hara totally naked…
I digress!
The emotional part about re-reading Lunch Poems last night was all those references to places in NYC (and also Paris) that were totally foreign to me when I was first reading his poems at age 15, alone in my room in Ohio in 1975.
Not only are they no longer foreign, but they became places, buildings, shops, museums, even train stops, that I came to know very well.
And now it’s all part of my distant past. When did that fucking happen?
Anyway. I found the short video below online last night and I wanted to share it. It is Frank O’Hara reading 2 poems in 1964 that I came to know by heart as a young girl. (The first poem is about the day Billie Holiday died.)
But mostly, I wanted you to notice at the end of the first poem, when they pull back and show you Frank’s apartment in downtown NYC — my apartment on E. 12th Street looked exactly like that, with the built-in bookshelves next to the old fireplace! And everything painted white. (My apartment had two fireplaces! And they have since gutted the apartment and got rid of all of that cool stuff.)
After Lunch Poems, I will either re-read Baudelaire’s Flowers of Evil (a 1952 edition that I’ve owned for over 40 years, that has the original French alongside the English translations).
Or I will read Drunk on Angel Breath by R. Nikolas Macioci. (He was the the teacher I was so blessed to have in Jr. High School who literally taught me how to write, on his own time, after school.)
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Okay!
There is only one “here’s this” today that is not connected to Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds!!
And that “here’s this” is THIS!!
From Johnny Depp’s new Sauvage campaign with Dior!
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Okay.
Here’s an older photo of Nick Cave that I just loved!
And here’s a photo from July, back in Vienne, France, that I also just love!
And the rest are all from Belgrade last night — and I have to say (again), the show looked INCREDIBLE! So many great photos and videos that it was sort of overwhelming this morning.
Here’s Warren Ellis last night:
And the rest are basically Nick Cave.
Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds play Romania tomorrow night. You can buy tickets here!
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And that is it for today, gang!
I have so much to do at my desk today — in preparation for maybe not having anytime at all after Tuesday, if I get assigned to a jury.
I am still hoping that they will let me go but we shall see.
In the meantime, enjoy your Saturday, wherever you are in the world, gang!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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Let’s close with this!
Some more of that making-the-bed music!!
From the Oldies FM Radio Station on the retro boombox next to my bed!
Saturday mornings are “Amazing 80s Day” and the DJ launched this morning’s show with this absolute gem!! Talk about memories from my Paradise Apartment on E.12th Street in the East Village in NYC!! I used to play this song so loud!
“Born in the USA”, Bruce Springsteen, 1984. Enjoy, gang.

































































































