‘like a clover sick robot of love’ intones wendy shaffer atop the white bed back here in the fairy trap love shack. kathy’s recording both of them on her laptop with her borg-babe apparatus. 2 readers, 3 hearers, and something about bug-eyed wet buns.
this is the true, mostly only, payment in the art life. forget fame’s fortune – it seldom comes. it’s the artists and poets you meet along the way – they’re more interesting to be around than most folk. their minds run faster and further, down odder lanes. they give you performances between the performances, color in the shade.
and, it’s the life. the chance to live up to one’s wish.
kathy’s recording me too, before i lose my tom waits bug voice – she’s adding music to some. gonna be a mock star… then kathy & i can mocu-marry, make an honest mutant out of me.