GR:The stoned reading

[Craig Bleakley]

Amongst other musings, Meg Larson, sweetheart of the North Woods, mentions:

>I read _GR_ first, in a class, which as we all know is not the
>best circumstance to read, in general, and something so assaulting and
>demanding, in specific.  When that class I ended, I took three months to do
>the stoned reading. 

Hey, how *about* that stoned reading?  Not that i've ever ensconced myself
in a room with an ounce of weed, a cartonful of Doritos, and GR.  But once I
knew my way around some of the larger sreets and fields of the book, a
little cannibis sure helped me wrangle some of the language--helped me
recognize the long angular poetry, while realy digging it on a word by word
basis as well.  Heck, the book's halfway hallucination-inducing anyway.  Or
is that induced?

Anyone else with fond memories of a stoned reading?  Alas, as I write this,
a big salty tear of nostolgia forms in the corner of my eye.  Pot and
graduate school don't mix well, especially coming 'round the home stretch,
but alcohol is amazingly congenial with my lifestyle.  As I'm writing this,
11 am central time or so, it's far too early for a drink.  But it was never
too early to smoke a bowl.  

Of course, alcohol's the drug They want me on, isn't it?  But somehow I
can't imagine "GR: The Drunk Reading."

Craig Bleakley
Responsible Citizen