I gave a reading, slide talk in Leipzig. You can't count on too many people coming to such an event. It is said that a favorite line at any poetry reading is, "And this is my last poem." Around 40 people actually showed up, however, with some even having to sit on the floor. They were students, academics, American expats and at least one man who had seen me on Iran's Press TV. Filmmaker Elisa Kotmair came down from Berlin.
Afterwards, there was a wine reception, and among the people I talked to was Leo Jarzabek, a French student. Just twenty-one, he's traveled to nine countries and speaks English and German fluently. "Good enough to pick up girls!" Leo's also studying Chinese. Not majoring in anything yet, Leo is interested in the visual arts, literature, music and economics.
"You're all over, man," I needled him. "Is economics your parents' idea?"
"But what is your love, really?"
"You write lyrics?"
"And also in English."
"But I probably won't stay very long in Leipzig."
"Where will you go?"