There is safety in numbness,
in so denatured a locality, so far removed
from nature and history.
And I’m grateful, deeply grateful, to be stuck here,
sinking in geographical and cultural isolation,
seldom jolted out of numbness,
in this seductively deadening place –
both sanctuary and termination.
Actually, it had nothing to do with Kiedis. An easy target, a cheap shot. I put it in that context for the kids, not that there were any kids in the house that night.
I will be delivering an ‘Anti-Awesome’ oration, and perhaps also some poesy, at the closing party for Dix Denney’s terrific show at the Sancho Gallery (1549 W.Sunset in Echo Park), Saturday night Dec 3rd, round about 9pm.
But if you feel like dragging your ass across town at 7pm on a Tuesday evening to watch five middle-aged literary hacks hold forth, this might be what you’ve been waiting for.