Over the last week or so, I’ve occasionally heard hilarious, breathless, deranged readings of Elizabeth Alexander’s Presidential inauguration poem, “Praise Song for the Day,” on WFMU. This morning, as it happened, DJ Kenny G was doing an entire show devoted to different listeners’ remixes and interpretations. Some of the funniest ones, in my opinion, don’t alter the text at all. I enjoyed sort of recognizing the poem, but wondering what the hell was going on, and then, as more of it came out, “the figuring-it-out at kitchen tables,” my smile cements itself and, however mean-spirited it is, it’s glad-making nonetheless. James Urbaniak’s rendition does change the text, but to great effect:
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If you live in NYC, which I do not, you must go to the South First gallery in Williamsburg this Friday evening for the opening of a new sculpture show by my favorite young artist in America, Zak Kitnick. This show opening, along with bialies, “midnight knishes”, and unprotected sex, is among the only real reasons to live in New York City anymore.