Saw the Flarf reading at the Walker. Dismiss them as retro-Futurists or just annoying if you want. But after the images of unicorn boners and Grandma's labia (an interesting variation on the school of poetry/memoir some of my friends call 'Grandpa's Hands') , the evening nicely elided from attempted shock to pleasant surprise. (Also have to admit: laughed at the boner and labia poems.) The most legitimately avant thing anyone was doing was grabbing various accidental inventions and touching weirdnesses off the internet. The poor woman who was terrified that her eyes would fall out of her head stays with me.
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