…at Bard at last. It’s time for my annual four week long teaching stint in the MFA program here. Yesterday was a long wrangle of packing and taking care of the house, capped by a drive courtesy of Phil Montana, a friend who with his bf Avram runs two cool businesses: Gold Goat and a new company where they sell among other things, “Dirty Linens” which are bed sheets featuring a design of Tom of Finland toile. Phil and I left the city by 4pm and sat in traffic on the BQE for a bout and hour and a half. But through it all he was amiable. I feel like I’ve brought too much stuff – in the name of efficency and having a system, it feels like my Bard kit has ballooned. But I have to say when I look around the room, everything is kind of right and comfortable, so maybe that’s an empty misgiving.
The sumer program is an odd and at times exhilarating experience, One that I alternately dread and pine for. It’s a hot house atmosphere and emotions can sweep through the assembled community at a dizzying pace.
On the heels of Friday’s poker blowout at the apartment, I now see Bard as a plce where I am quite cut off from the people that I care about in New York, and adrift. There are plenty of interesting folks here and some very good friends, but it’s not quite the same.