OPEN DOOR WEATHER    [ Winter 2007 ]

Territory shifting. We appear to remain on the boat (Manhattan island) so far but, to paraphrase a serious thinker about the malaise, the dandelion is holding the NYC art scene for the moment while we all get our feet back on the ground. Let's all move to Canada or Berlin? The odd commune in new england? Well, no. The art in NY is raspy and flopping around on the floor without oxygen; but the new population can only order-in for so long before they need a live poet or clown. Our customer service desk isn't exactly "standing-by" and that's always the trouble with us poets and clowns.
Ha ha.

See you soon.