Last night in New York City (for now)

I only got to spend two full days in NYC but it has just been, for lack of a better word (since me and Aileen got exhausted sitting on my luggage and trying to close it), great. I just have to say this for now (I will go on a lengthy account when I'm all settled down in Los Banos. By accident, I saw an announcement at the Whitney this afternoon before I viewed the artworks, that a reading of excerpts from the new project of this artist named Roni Horn is scheduled later for 7 pm. Those who are reading their contributions to her project include (drum roll) Helene Cixous, Louise Bourgeois and John Waters. Also this lady named Anne Carson who, unfortunately, am not quite sure as to what she does. The funniest was Louise's, whose reading was screened. (The lady seemed like 150 years old.) Hers was just short and acerbic but still loaded and subversive. Me and Aileen didn't stay long for John's (he was the last) because we were both just tired and sleepy (especially Aileen) but I did get a glimpse of him. I thought I was going to content myself with the back view of his head. Helene Cixous' reading was rather drab. Anne Carson's was long and winding. (More later on what it was all about.)

I just wanted to post that immediately. Oh, and the Whitney Biennial was nothing I've ever seen. Even if I've been pretty jaded with the so-called shock art of the likes of Damien Hirst, most of the pieces I saw there are arresting, disturbing, pretty, emotional...the adjectives can just go on.

Sigh.