G H O S T
Received my copy of GHOST from the Toronto artist Rebecca Cairns the other day -- a dark little exercise in movement and memory and blank-ceilinged spaces, and another wonderful example of creatives acting for themselves (it's a blurb book). I hope she has great luck with it.
* * * * *O God are the royals gone yet? Because I don't know if I can bear another pants-peeing sound bite like, Oh, they were SO NICE! And she's SO GORGEOUS! And she said she liked MY DRESS! Really, they were nice? As opposed to what -- spitting blood at people? Telling the crowd that they looked like ants? I mean, have we had other royal visits where they've flown over to scream obscenities and shake gloved fists down at us from the balcony? Have they gone around hitting people with champagne bottles? Because *that* is a tour I would be interested in.