The gist of things

On Friday night I went to the Gist Street reading series to hear poet Terrance Hayes and short fictioneer Charles D-Ambrosio read. And, like every other time I’ve gone to Gist Street, they’ve turned people away. I’m sure this makes the organizers feel all nice and fuzzy and popular, but it makes me wonder why they don’t look for a bigger room.

Currently the Gist Street reading series is held on the third floor of a marvelously old school artist’s loft (sculptor James Simon’s, specifically) in a rundown part of Pittsburgh. There’s a handbuilt sleeping loft, raw floors, uneven doors; a working bathtub sits in the middle of the reading/living space (filled, during readings, with ice and beer). When the weather gets warm, the readings are held in the yard, where chickens wander between the folding chairs. So OK, it is a fantastic space. It’s just a space that’s gotten too small.

Or maybe there’s just too much pressure on Gist Street. As far as I know, it’s the only regular literary reading series in Pittsburgh. Maybe if people could get to more cool readings, Gist Street wouldn’t be so damned crowded.

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