Friday’s feature at the Village Arts Center will be the release date for my CD. I have just finished making 30 copies of the darn thing, and the only thing it needs is a Parental Advisory label for explicit lyrics.
For one thing it will help sell more CDs, and for another it does have a few words, particularly “cunt”, which once insisted to me needed to be in one poem in everyone’s oeuvre, in a conversation at the defunct Monday night reading at Java Hut. Your milage may vary. In any case, Midas contains that word and a couple of others.
I am tired, and I’m now going to bed.