Thursday. Three Points. You Know the Drill. →[More:]
1. I sat down in a park in Soho, a small pocket park of a couple hundred square feet and benches. I opened up my copy of Thomas Bernhard's
Woodcutters and began to read out loud. This was the very end of the book, filled with references to self-loathing, "my Vienna", art, life, philosophical temperaments, the Gentgasse. If you've read the book, you know what I'm taking about. Very artsy, very highbrow.
2. A couple of minutes into my recitation, a homeless gentleman sat down at the bench across from me and started mutterin' and mumblin' and freestylin'
3. I can't help but think that Thomas Bernhard would have found the sight of the two of us extremely funny.