If you write a book, people will come.
A young author from 826LA read her work. She wrote The Smiths. She lives in Echo Park. I remember a time when I was also the son and the heir of a shyness that was criminally vulgar.
The stage was empty. Earlier, a poet read a poem about some love supreme. Some poems just make me feel too insecure. Is the spaghetti too salty? Does my coffee have enough creamer? Will my husband stay with me 40 more years?
And this is how this man's back looked like when he listened to poetry.
There was a house far from here with green floor and red geraniums. One day poetry arrived.
Mr. Dave Eggers wrote books. We came to listen to his experience.
I took home some words.