I’ve just read in English, Russian, and Ukrainian in the Blanton Museum of Art, and it was great. the hall was huge this time; every year it gets bigger and bigger; this time it was a theater-like auditorium. I like reading in languages that the public does not understand. It’s the best kind of readings. Shubh Schiesser (who is speaking, according to the latest update, nine Indian languages and four European), insisted on taking a group photo on her camera, but as it was what is called “soap-box camera” in Russian, I doubt I would ever see the photo. poetry was great this time; I am out of battery on my phone and can’t lavish you with what I handwrote listening to the Babylonian bubbling. Linda Marie was there in a shiny bright-blue dress, and Gordon was sporting a shirt of the same color. I noted on that, and they argued for a minute who mimicked whom; lovely.
