Ecstasy in Paris

I’m reading in Paris with Yann Rousselot this Monday night (June 2) at Au Chat Noir, 76 Jean-Pierre Timbaud, 8:30 pm. Come say bonjour or whatever.

I had a charming reading with Ralf Webb (who is great) the other night in London (still here through the weekend).

Honestly, I just want to go home to New York. I miss being a recluse like Frederick Seidel. I’m not into having a people summer at all and if I’m saying no to a lot of things, that’s why. Some things I’ve said yes to:

Unnameable Books with Max McDonough on June 14 in Brooklyn.

Skidmore on June 27 at the Tang Museum doing a reading for their exhibition “a field of bloom and hum.”

(Turned in a draft of my novel. Waiting to see notes on that.)

And now back to Europe, where nothing interesting’s happened since the 19th century…

(Took this photo a year ago in Paris when these guys would smoke outside my window at exactly the same time every day for weeks. I was like, if I kill myself, at least I have an audience of men. I think they worked construction in that building or something.)