a nice monday morning hug from the S-master re: the chicago poetry scene. (This after a standing room only crowd for chuck and matt hart's reading at myopic last night. finally got my thumbs on circulation flowers a.k.a a tour de force, sure to get a lot of attention... and was glad to get to know matt hart's work through his dynamic presentation which gave me a sense of the beat tradition being evoked through my generation of post-everything. like i've never so far heard. to a refreshing degree.) i predict a spike in poetry tourism, that is following the thaw. as of today, -6 windchill, walking to work recalling all the mornings like this spent standing on a bus stop for school thinking of the ominous "it takes __ seconds in these temps to freeze skin," thinking i'd become a cryogenic hans solo any moment, and not much on the literary event horizon until late january. to hibernate!