kuzma is king

this party, this poetry shindig, was arguably argue..eablybly- the greatest party i have ever been to. i spent most of the time talking to bob. bob is from norfolk and im not sure how old he is exactly but he seemed fairly old. went to college in the 60s i think. forgot which college. wayne i think. anyway bob (who is rumored to have met his wife at an orgy, which is not actually true) and i talked for a fairly long time about life, drugs, education, writing, and religion. kyle got his phone number because kyle is lucifer. this became more and more apparent over the course of the night. anyway back to bob. bobs wife barb(ara) who sounds like a fart if you dont say it all out was a pseudo understudy to allen ginsburg at the naropa b.s. academy. anyway though back to bob. bob talked about going to california and india and how he cant remember music that he listened to, but does remember the first time he smoked a joint and how that changed his life. he saw chairs and he knew music intimately, sort of like meeting his wife at an orgy which wasnt true but believed by many to be so. all the while i was consuming massive amounts of fancy beers. particularly this one called samuel smiths organic lager or ale or something. nice beer. had some others too. went inside a few times, quite a few, but never stayed very long. ate many aurerderves. derves. or. the spring rolls were pretty awesome. and the cheese. J.R. (not me) we ate a lot of cheese together and talked about the "man". this was after bob left. J.R. lives down the road and is divorced. anyway back to bob. bob had some really intense eyes and we stared at each other the entire time we talked. it was one of the better conversations ive had in awhile and it felt good. mostly i talked about the main things i think about and bob sifted through it with his worldly knowledge that i am trying to gain. i feel like the more i talk about the same things over and over again that eventually i will figure something out and change what im talking about, maybe learn something. so i try not to talk about anything knew until ive figured this stuff out. its going to take awhile but bob helped. i wonder if he thinks bob sounds like a fart the way barb does. barb and bob. barb is taller than bob. bob seems like a greatful dead sort of guy but im not so sure thats true. new paragraph.

i moderately enjoyed the first few readers to a point. this has to do with the fact that i was pretty drunk at the time and feel the need to like more poetry. i think the key is to like as much poetry as you can until you hate poetry and then hate as much poetry as you can so you can figure out what you actually do like and what you pretend to like so people think youre with it.

our table was covered in beer bottles. it was pretty obvious where we sat because there were roughly 30+ bottles on our table and a number of cigarette butts. kuz told us that he was going to ban smoking but he changed his mind when we showed up. the spring rolls were great. im trying to think what else was great. the guac was great. the cheese. i really really liked the cheese. it was smoked something, that J.R. and i ate a lot of together while talking about movies. Q.T. and star wars and anime. i started talking about miyazaki to a bunch of old men. cartoons you know. one girl asked me what my boba fett tattoo was and i told her boba fett and she said what the hell is that and i said star wars and she said she had never seen it. a guy who i assume was her husband knew though. he knew and i could see something going on there. she said she didnt have time to watch movies but that she had seen the exorcist roughly 30 times. maybe 40. i said you had time to watch the exorcist 40 times, maybe 30, and you dont have time to watch star wars. she was called on her bluff of being too intellectual to watch movies. J.R. and i went off on movies and cheese here. bob was gone.

the beer ran out about 9ish and kyle and kuz went on a beer run. eventually we ended up taking all the beer that they bought and putting it in kyles trunk. this is the end of the party so i might have to go back. but i wont. thats pretty much it.

there was kooser, kuz, bob, a dog, some people from ireland, a man from wayne, some more people, some doctors who were poets, some poets who were doctors, some great food and beer, some more beer, some sneaking, some bathrooms, some smoking, a lot of smoking, a lot of beer, a man with sage, a man with sage advice, a man with a hat, several men with hats, another kooser, eventually no kooser, more beer, less beer, then more beer. there was some reading and a band. kyle did not like either. it was arguably the greatest party i have ever been to. i would say. i read bob one of my poems. the poem about ants. i read him the added on ending that i dont think i have written and know i havent read to anyone or really shown to anyone. i liked it a lot after i read it to him though. it was called ants and i read it to him because he was talking about how he followed an ant for 45 minutes while it carried a bead or piece of something down his driveway. that was bob.