Homage to Hariette Surovell
I met Hariette in 1984 when I sat next to her at a Chinese restaurant where my publisher, Bill Zavatsky, took a whole gaggle of us after reading and signing my "Selected Poems" at Books & Co (no longer there, alas). I couldn't eat anything because I'd smoked a powerful joint with my pal Mike Golden before the reading, plus Hariette's amazing tits kept blocking my view of all my other appetities. I didn't know who she was, but when she asked me why I wasn't eating, I said, "Because I'd rather eat you." Well, that was that, goodbye China, Bill, and Mike, and all the rest of you, people of 1984. Hariette and I became friends, and when I discovered what a great writer she was, I never stopped publishing her in my new rag, Exquisite Corpse.