Fusion Arts presentsThe Unbearables Celebrate Sex at Lambert Fine Arts: Part 2

Moving right along with the second batch of pictures, selected from the dozens and hundreds I took. Refer back to the previous entry for more info on the reading.


The photos are a sort of time lapse film of the event - and if you want the sound you'll have to go get a copy of The Unbearables Big Book of Sex available through the publisher or through fine bookstores - click the link for one I rather like, and here's another (one is for Posman Books, the other for the St. Marks Bookshop - both fine places to buy your books. Support Indie Booksellers!!! Now back to our story.)


You can see in at least one of these photos how crowded the gallery was. When I was a college student I sold beer at the local NHL and NBA teams' games. If I'd brought a case of brews with me, I could've sold out in 15 minutes. So it goes. But you didn't need to be intoxicated to enjoy the reading. I'll caption the pictures later and revise this statement, or maybe I'll caption them and not revise anything. That's dogs work and I am not a dog. There were no dogs there, only hot writers and a sweltering, enthusiastic audience. Maybe if there were hot dogs there . . . 


Enjoy the pictures. Comments and criticism welcome. I do moderate comments, so please, no unsolicited ad hominem attacks, no SPAM.


Click on the photos to enlarge. I know you're going to if you see yourself.

 

Fusion Arts presents The Unbearables Celebrate Sex at Lambert Fine Arts - Part 1

This is the first post. I took too many pictures.
Saturday evening, 2/25/2012
Lambert Fine Arts on Stanton St. on the Lower East Side of Manhattan.

Steve Dalachinsky and Marc Lambert

A reading of sex stories and poems. 


The Unbearables, a drinking collective with a writing problem, gathered at Lambert Fine Arts - the former Fusion Arts Museum - on Stanton St. to read, say hi to each other, and to see and be seen.


There was a great crowd. It was standing room only. It would've been standing room only even if there were places to sit - which there weren't. 


The readings were their usual quality. This not to damn with faint praise, nor a feint to avoid committing an opinion to paper. This was an exciting event filled with exciting, stimulating and often demanding works read by the people who wrote them. The audience was aroused.

Steve Dalachinsky

Poet Steve Dalachinsky was given an award - The Seymour Kafka award, or maybe it's the Franz Kafka award. Whether it was for being such a great building super and ridding the tenements of roaches - oh wait, that would be the Gregor Samsa prize - or for his poetry, which at its best is a true NY voice, he deserves this and more recognition. He is, like most poets in the USA now, a prophet without profits. Congratulations, Steve.


So here are the first batch of photos. There will be more. Look for them somewhere around here. 


By the way, don't forget to look for The Unbearables Big Book of Sex (okay, this is a link to the Unbearables web site, which is all new and shiny and ready to be spanked by Thad's protagonist), available at such fine booksellers as Posman Books and the St. Marks Bookshop. Support your independent bookseller.

Shalom Neuman

Carol Wiezbicki

Bonny Finberg

amused audience

Marc Lambert

Shalom Neuman

Jim Feast

Anna Mockler

Chavisa Woods

Carl Watson

Jim Feast

Jim Feast

Ron Kolm

Ron Kolm

Alan Graubard

Alan Graubard

Are Chavisa and Anna celebrating Steve's award or are they toasting each other?

Yuko Otomo

Was it Monday?

Monday Morning - She needs to drink that coffee NOW!!

Monday Lunch - Madison Square Park

I have nothing against Subway, but these two people, so enjoying their lunch, are eating in a park across the street from Eately and within spitting distance of the Shake Shack. The choices people make.

Read No Evil - Eat No Evil - What am I doing here anyway?

Ok, I know the food didn't come from Continental Shredding, but with the explosion of food trucks around the city over the past few years, I wouldn't be completely surprised if somebody making slaw or salads didn't come up with a truck with a name like that.