Self is just back from Chicago. Weather was positively balmy, and self saw four plays: “Apat” at Circa Pintig, “Animal Farm” at Steppenwolf, “Strandline” at A Red Orchid Theatre, and “Smokefall” at the Goodman. BLISS.
Here she is with poet Angela Narciso Torres (Angela’s first book, Blood Orange, won the Willow Book Prize. Angela is an editor of Rhino Magazine). We’re on the train headed downtown from Angela’s place in the suburbs.
Seeing Angela again in a few. She’s giving a reading at Beyond Baroque in Venice Beach, this Sunday, Nov. 2. Can hardly wait.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
Kanlaon 
2 responses to “Oh Chicago”
Why “self?” What ever happened to “I” or “me?”
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It’s my silly need to manufacture a sense of “psychological distance.” It’s the only reason I’ve been able to maintain a blog at all. And it turns out, using “self” has opened up this zany persona that isn’t the “real me” at all . . .
Thank you, I’ve asked myself your question about a thousand times, believe me . . .
The blog is a construct. “Self” is just my way of emphasizing that.
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