Last night's reading: a success. The crowd was far bigger than I had expected--people were backed up in the hallway outside the bar. The only time I remember seeing the place more packed was for Mark Z. Danielewski when Only Revolutions came out. Also, I have to say I was pleased at how many people I know showed up--EJ (of course), Richard Grayson, Mina K., Mina K.2, Lexy, Knighton, this guy, these guys, and many others to whom there are no immediately obvious hyperlinks.
The whole thing was videotaped and is being edited. Eventually (soon, I hope) video will be available.
It's fortunate that Suzanne hosted because otherwise there might simply have been too much young maleness. Ned read an extended, graphic, wry sex scene. Noah Cicero, as promised, appeared to have a breakdown/freakout on the dais, slamming the lectern so hard it sounded like something cracked--either a bone in his hand or the wood below. Noah, who I met in person for the first time last night, is very fucking cool. I read two short sections of Fires. Tao went last and read a handful of his poems, including several of my favorites, like this great one.
To the people who couldn't come to the reading but emailed me to buy one of the commemorative proofs: thank you, and I will mail them on Monday. They should arrive very quickly.
Fires is now available to pre-order on Amazon.com.
Here are some pictures [some people are having trouble seeing the pictures but when I click the links it looks fine to me...hm, sorry, well they'll be on the KGB website in a couple days anyway]:
The four readers.
Readers and friends.
Poets Tao Lin and Ellen Kennedy.
A random moment from my company's holiday party.
Have a relaxing Sunday.