Seen on the Red Line to 95th at about 11:45 a.m., June 10th, 2012
shoulders are blue, blue from the chemicals that drip drip down from his
machine. His hair is white, white from stress, but white also from the
corrosive exhaust that bursts and billows from his machine. His glasses are
orange, orange by special design, orange because the color helps him to see
even the tiniest flaws in his machine. His machine is metal, meticulously
built. It is mighty, magnificently developed. It moves, it motions to you in a
way that seems almost magic.
Saw this crazy looking guy on the way to Printer's Row Lit Fest. Thought he was definitely story-worthy. The festival was really fun! Talked to lots of great people at McSweeney's, Drag City, Featherproof Books, Midwestern Gothic, the Poetry Foundation, and more. Definitely check all those lovely publishers/journals/organizations out. And I only bought three books! That is some serious self-control, my friends.