Saturday, August 28, 2010

Wilbo writes his friend, the movie mogul, who has visited City Lights Bookstore in San Fran for 1st time.

I always have a fine night upstairs at City Lights bookstore. A person
who walks up that staircase has qualified as a rather interesting
person. I remember one time meeting this woman who had flown in from
Florence Italy the day before and wanted to enjoy a nice Italian meal
in North Beach. One really doesn't need a date in San Francisco. I am
glad your pilgrimage made you feel at home. I had to look up the
Zukofsky, and I recalled he's the poet I just didn't get when reading
anthologies in college. I'm improving in my appreciation of him now.
The store emails me the announcements for authors arriving to promote
books, and there's so many people having a great time authoring books
with sales of 10 K copies or so. What works for them might work for
you? I still wondering why I haven't seen your act on the Comedy
Channel. Dane Cook isn't as well read as you.

You, of course, remember this quote. It started your comedy routine at
that Black Box on Gratiot in East Detroit.

"I want to give a really BAD party. I mean it. I want to give a party
where there’s a brawl and seductions and people going home with their
feelings hurt and women passed out in the cabinet de toilette. You
wait and see."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (Tender Is the Night)

Sometimes when I remember the Lundi Gras, I wonder, maybe we did?
Maybe we did give a fabulously bad party.

I am still writing business intelligence programs in "The Gun" or "The
Keg" or "The Moose" or "Skeetown"; there's as many names for Muskegon
as Smilla has for snow http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120152/ . Wonder
why that is the case. I'm guessing you passed a bit of time fishing
around here, casting for Steelies, Walleye, Salmon and Whitefish, is
my guess.

I'm enjoying very much being in the same state with my daughter, a 13
year old who is really impressing me. I take her to live theatre every
chance I can, and she moxied up and landed the lead role in her school
play (okay, it's Smella and it's a parody of Twilight written by a
local author, but still !) She loves to hear those stories of my days
hanging out in the Hollywood Hills. It's just a matter of time before
I'll be back.

I'm off to see a local poet probably about to hit it big, Jack Ridl
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Ridl, http://ridl.wordpress.com/

Wilbo

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