Finally I met Tony Green in person. Yesterday at the Writers House. We'd been in contact since March of 2001, and now here he was, having come all the way from New Zealand. First time in Philly in 20 years. I'll save space for more about Tony's performance when the recordings are available on PennSound, but for now let me happily pass you along to CAConrad's entry at the PhillySound blog, where Conrad begins his informal review of Tony's appearance at KWH with this sentence: "Magic is a word I want us to reclaim from rolling eyes." The photo here shows Tony reading from one of his poem-tubes.
"I teach horizontally, meaning that while I might begin with a fixed idea of what I'm going to teach that day, I let it drift rhizomatically way off topic, often pulling it back when it gets too far. I rely on non-fixed materials to teach this way; the whole world is at my fingertips. Should I go off on a tangent about John and Rauschenberg and their love relationship as expressed in Rauschenberg's bed, an image of that bed is always a click away. From there, we can head anywhere into the non-fixed universe, be it film, text or sound. And of course, that always takes us elsewhere. As Cage says, 'We are getting nowhere fast.'" 
that anyone has yet got the imaginative measure of that terrifying day six years ago. Certainly our Tolstoy has not crawled out of the rubble. The closest we have, Don DeLillo, succeeded as an essayist-journalist ("In the Ruins of the Future: Reflections on Terror and Loss in the Shadow of September,” Harper’s, December 2001) but, to my mind, failed as a novelist ("Falling Man"). One reason, perhaps, is that the remembered emotion was instantly buried under a pile of cultural junk.' - Tod Gitlin in his review of Susan Faludi's The Terror Dream (written for 
