I Cry, I Sob, NAKED LAUNCH is over
But what a grand success it was; The NN poets gushed new poetry all over the audience, Uta Baldauf wore a book on her head like a Fascinator (except Fascinators are shit and the book was beautiful), Hassan E. Vawda made us contemplate intercontinental identity and killing Nick Cave, and Herons! had us all flopping about like fish to their intense grunge cover of Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.
We even managed to crawl back in the morning to marblepaper/makezines/stickstuff/typeontypewriters/eatbeans/playwithkids/trynottopuke for our NAKED BRUNCH zinemaking workshop:
THANKS EVERYONE FOR COMING!