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Tony's open eye cafe reading series

Tony Tost started a reading series at the open eye cafe where he works. Great crowd last night. Tony and Brian really spread the word. A really really refreshing change to the university reading venue. A lot more energy, more informal. Yes. Ah. Feels soooooo gooooooooood

Things are happening. WOW. Things are really heating up in these parts in terms of non-mainstream poetics.

check out some pics from the reading last night. Some are blury cause I just got this digital camera and often forget to hold the button halfway to allow it to adjust to the light etc.

check 'em out:

Open Eye Cafe Reading Series

Driving to NY city tomorrow. Hope to hit the bowery poetry club on saturday and visit the Strand, McSorleys and some art in Chelsea.

OH YEAH!!!!

Now I gotta get back to grading essays on Irish nationalism.

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