If you live in New York, go to this makeshift beach bar across from Manhattan before it closes for the season. The views of the skyline are incredible. And last Wednesday, the poetry was pretty good, too. Here's some pictures reading organizer Rob Casper's friend Elliott took from that night.



From top left: Gene Cawley, me, Notorious D.I.P. Christopher Connelly, Mr. Mark Bibbins, Ms. Monica Youn, and the rather hunky Rob Casper working the crowd. We are working with a karaoke machine PA system.


That's Maze and I towards the top right, the great poet Monica Youn on the lower right, UES contributor Jennifer Epstein on the top center, with Gene Cawley with his guitar case in the middle, preparing to rock some "Skanky Tots" from the Percapella chapbook. Pretty sure that's Matthea Harvey there with a camera taking a picture of the picture.

Apparently there was a concierge convention of some sort that took up a good part of the beach crowd. And so it came to pass that the Notorious Deep Image Poet Christopher Connelly wrote and read a poem, dedicated to them, as an invocation. His first line: "The concierges are eating weiners." Noice.