The reading was more of a house show in more of an uncovered garage. Nitrous-filled balloons and chaos-theory fashion dotted the buoyant crowd, who treated the writers as rock stars, and the literary event turned out more of a parenthesis than the main point, which was to party.
At Factory Made, an emergent reading series named after Andy Warhol’s star-making studio, theatrics and personae count as much as poetry and prose. “Surprise: I’m hot too,” said Kennedy Wright during a midshow outfit change that she called “JT LeRoy meets ‘8 Mile’ meets Frappuccino” at a spring show.
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