Mikey and I walked through Washington Square Park, a kind of obstacle course of drug dealers who offer their wares in a monotone: “Grass . . . Quaaludes . . . loose joints . . . Tuinals . . . cocaine . . .”
Sometimes I wonder what will become of Libby. Twenty years from now, will she be a fortyish hippie, a relic of the 60s? Most of us, it seems – me, Libby, Mason, Avis, Teresa – don’t seem to be on solid ground yet.
Scotty’s reading of the Torah was this ridiculous section of Leviticus. It sounds very elegant in sung Hebrew, but what it really was saying was that men with flat noses, blemishes on their faces, or cracked testicles cannot approach God.
But the best news came from George. He wants to use the $1500 CCLM grant to fund a special issue of X, A Journal of the Arts devoted entirely to a collection of my work, a 40-page chapbook of my stories.
As if to reassure me, Ronna said, “I’m not jealous, you know, of the young men who partake of your body while I’m typing away at my thesis.” I just smiled.
I have this terrible fear of hurting Ronna. It scares me, her feelings for me. I do love her, but this afternoon, I was in Washington Square Park, reliving 1969, and looking at boys.
The reading at the National Arts Club was a few hours ago, and it went very well. Many friends were there. I know I was the best of the three readers; Dick said that I have “stage presence,” and I suppose I’m a ham, though a nervous one.
I chatted a lot with Gretchen Wyler, Stephanie Mills and Linda Blair, who is breathtakingly gorgeous, as well as a cute boy in a sailor suit who looked like a 20-year-old Tadzio. A drunken man mistook me for a woman named Rachel.
Caaron wrote: What’s new? With me? First of all I goddam miss you and I want to hang out with you. . . Please visit me. You would like the change. I don’t care if you’re mad at me. I still love you. So there.
I was cursing and bemoaning my bad luck and lost hubcap when a very pretty black woman passed by and said kindly, “You driving? You don’t look old enough, honey. . .” Mm, it was love at first sight.