Sunday, February 5, 2012

A Weekend of Substance, i.e. Meat

After reading THIS, despite the fact that it is not at all well-written, I decided to take a break from vegetarianism for an evening and seek out some grass-fed beef.  C., the man who loves me, and I went out to a place on the Sunset Strip called The Burger Lounge.

It was good. Really good.

There was more meat to come--at a reading for the launch of Issue 2 for The Rattling Wall held at the trés chic Hollywood Standard. Lots of opportunity for people watching as we waited for the show to begin. And support for C's theory that the hipness of a hotel bar is inversely proportionate to the light in the bathroom. All those pretty people are so dang fine that they don't need to check their eyeliner or their lipstick, I guess.

There was interesting signage--which made us wonder if pictograms ought to employ

There was a sort of real-life pictogram, too. Behind the check-in desk in the lobby, there was a large glass case with a gorgeous woman lying on a bed. As if to say, "Hey! This is a hotel! And we have beds! And maybe you could have a someone as attractive as this in your bed if you hang out in this neighborhood long enough!" It seemed too awkward to photograph her, so I didn't. You'll have to take my word for it that a hotel on the Sunset Strip would display a woman on a bed in a glass case.

But the real substance of this Hollywood night (held poolside with a view of The City of Angels spread out before us, of course!) was the reading. I was fascinated by the way the featured writers presented their work--prefacing it or not. Interjecting comments or barreling straight through their material in full-out performance mode. Reading from the magazine or choosing something else entirely.

This morning the man who loves me and I were still talking about Jon Sands's poems, how there really are those moments in life that change everything, how an artist's commitment to his material can be so profoundly moving.


Ms. Moon said...

That's a lot right there. What an evening! Glad you got it. From beef to the profoundly moving.

Anonymous said...

Love how this works - I read your post, click on your link to Jon Sands, and isn't he just on the verge of coming to read in the country where I live?! Thank you!

Shanna said...

Wait, whaaat? I was there. I wish I'd known you were, too. We sat around and ate ceviche and drank margaritas with all those poet boys until 2 in the morning. It's pretty amazing that Wrtie Bloody Publishing is making it possible for them to tour like musicians. It gives me hope for the future of publishing. And Jon Sands' wedding poem for his brother is affecting me still.

Shanna said...

Ugh, *Write* Bloody Publishing.