The Week We Rubbed Elbows

How was your week? Hey, that’s great – good for you. We spent our week hanging out with important, famous people.

It was a big week for Jack Kerouac, and we rode shotgun all the way. After he unsuccessfully petitioned Marlon Brando to play him, it looks as though On the Road: The Movie is going to be a thing. Much like Fight Club, it will come with its own branded soap.

When Percy Bysshe Shelley wasn’t looking, our friends at The Morgan Library snooped through his stuff and found some cool handwritten treasures.

We also found a private letter from Anne Sexton and, boy howdy, are we bummed out. I mean, we love her and all, but geez.

We kicked it with post-modern stand-up comic Neil Hamburger while he ripped on Santana for our amusement. That’s our life!

We crushed on Ed Sanders way before The New York Times decided he was cool.

Our old buddy James Franco was cast as Hart Crane and we’re pretty sure he’s going to hook us up with that key grip job.

We anticipated the forthcoming memoir from stream-of-consciousness rapper and prolific cough-syrup imbiber Lil Wayne, and we hope he talks about his Poetry Foundation tattoo.

We caught up with our Northampton friend, poet Emily Pettit, who is Guy Pettit’s sister. You know... from Flying Object. They’re both big deals.

Slam as we might, we failed to put Congressman and former self-publisher Ron Paul over the top in New Hampshire. I guess we can go back to not being Austrians.

The Guggenheim gave us a bunch of their stuff, for free. They’re giving it to you, too, because they want to be fair.

We talked Eric Baus into running our Twitter account. Sucker.

And then, we had pie. And encased meats. And we watched this gloriousness.