Bill Luoma's Ear Inn reading report Nov 16

Last friday night Drew Gardner had a cold. He played drums at Biblios with
his hands. The Poets watched and drank beer. They smoked. They read
popular magazines and Klaus Kinsky.

After jazz the poets went to Sophies, occupied the window and talked. The
poets got a table and sat. The poets sat in the window and kissed. Urging
was done by the poets because one poet wanted to go home. The poets bought
one poet more drinks.

Saturday morning the poets called in search of the blood brain barrier. They
learned that one poet had made out with another poet who had made out with
Allen Ginsberg. After the calling, they gathered and discussed psychological
testing. Arguments were passed to the back end, the DSM was referenced and
poetry books with illustrations were consulted. The poets who had headaches
were massaged, drank water & smoked more cigarettes.

In the Afternoon the poets saw themselves at the Ear Inn. The workers at the
Ear Inn do not like the poets. The bartender at the Ear Inn is a poet and
doesn't like it when the poets start readings late.

A poet pointed out that Armand Schwerner sat at a table. Drew Gardner began
to read. Once he said devil. Another time the mind of god. And before that
the arms of my lover. His poems were described by one poet as about
thinking. Another poet didn't have a comment. The poets were pleased by his
beautiful changeups.

The poets put $3 in a basket. After counting, there were $64 for the poets
and $25 for the workers. The poets socialized. The workers worked.

Chuck Stein was described as having written the Hat Rack Tree. Chuck give
whale advice. Drew invented this because he took esoteric classes with
Chuck.

Chuck explained his idea of a project not a long work but the things you do.
He talked about small press publishing, Jack Clark and Hermes Coyote.

If it doesn't bite
don't believe its wolf teeth
gate the god speech

Chuck said how your old hat sits on the hat rack tree. Now you go to buy a
new hat. Should it be just like it? One poet wore a raiders hat and hugged
another. After Chuck, the poets were urged to come back next week to hear
Patricia Jones and Lydia Davis. They were also urged to pay their bills, tip
big, and leave the room so the workers could set up for dinner.

The poets walked to the sitting area at Brothers and drank. A few poets
walked around looking for one another and talked when they were found. The
poets irritated the poets and made them laugh.

On Sunday the poets ate carribean food and went to the Brooklyn Moon. There
were no snakes in a tree poem read by a poet. Hundreds of tiny halos
surrounded the figs. After the reading the poets talked about Michele
Wallace and irony. One poet shaved his mustache and another poet won a
nickel. The poets were very relaxed.

At night the poets took the F train to a party. One poet left a hat on the
seat hoping that it would go to queens. Another poet left one at the party.
The poets went home, confessed & didn't get much sleep.