Next week, our reading will be on Thursday instead
of Wednesday, and it will be in the Harvill Auditorium,
instead of here.
Harvill?
Harvill, that's on 2nd and Olive.
And I'm serious when I say, bring somebody with you.
It's a creepy place to find.
Don't walk over there by yourself.
It's nice after you get in there, but it's weird.
And the poet will be Kenneth Koch, yeah.
If you are not on our mailing list and would like to be,
please see me or Ila Abernathy after the reading
and give us your address.
We'd like to send you the announcements.
We're finally taking the first newsletter
to the printing bureau tomorrow, so it will
be out in about two weeks or--
between 10 days and two weeks.
That will be our next mailing.
The Old Mosaic Reading Series has been
renamed the Lamplighter Series.
It has a new coordinator.
Chris Stern is the coordinator.
Those are the readings that are held
at Bentley's, on the first Sunday of each month.
So there will be a reading at Bentley's this Sunday,
and please forgive me.
I forgot to bring the names of the readers.
That will be at 7 o'clock on Sunday, at Bentley's.
Bentley's is on Speedway, between Cherry and Campbell.
I hope you'll stay and have some punch and cookies,
meet Tenney if you haven't already met him.
As most of you know, he's a professor in the literature
department, here at the university,
and we're very happy to have him with us.
His poems have appeared in The Massachusetts Review, Social
Text, Caterpillar, Painted Bride Quarterly, Tamarisk.
He has published one volume of poems, The Book of Death.
He's teaching, currently, American poetry
and American literature in the English department,
and he's published critical articles
on Walt Whitman and John Ashbery.
It's a real pleasure to welcome Tenney Nathanson for a reading.
[APPLAUSE]
Thank you, Lois.
[APPLAUSE]
I don't know how many of you saw an article about a week ago
in the Arizona Daily Star.
It turns out that Wendy's is marketing a new burger,
and they spent something like $5 or $6 million market
testing the order of the condiments
to find out which was ideal.
It turned out that the particular order
you put in the pickle and the tomato, and so on,
made an absolutely crucial difference as to how
people evaluated the burgers.
It also turned out, though, that what turned out
to be the right order was identical to the one
already in use, which the original owner of Wendy's had
intuited about 15 or 20 years ago.
The point of that story is that I tend to write long poems.
I know they can be taxing to listen to,
so I've tried to intersperse the relatively shorter ones
among the longer ones.
And I put the whopper in the middle.
And I'll read for about 40 minutes, all right?