I think this is John Huston’s first book of poetry, and it was a real pain in the ass to get him to hand over the manuscript. I think he once did a zine about Maria Callas written from the perspective of her poodle. He moved in with Marina on Natoma Street not long after I met her and always had wonderfully exasperated things to say about everything. He’d been the shimmer and glint of the arts section at the Bay Guardian for years, and I admired him immensely. John gave me my first pro writing gig at the Guardian, and if it wasn’t for him I’d still be peddling dildos for a living. I introduced John to Cedar, and when I moved in with Marina before Ursen was born John moved in with Cedar in my flat on 26th Street at Orange Alley. So that worked out. He has beautiful thoughts, John does.
Zoe Anderson has a website called prettydoggy.com where you can commission portraits of your pets from her, her brother or her mother. She lives in New York now. She’s a gifted joke teller, and told me one as we walked around the Lower East Side a few years ago – the one about guy from Brooklyn having the “mood party.”