Bloody Feet

Last night in Bryant Park I saw an art installation by Kate Gilmore. It was pretty wild art, Dude! Really, it was.

Now if you'd like to find out more information about the installation, click ART, because what I'm here to talk about is something else entirely - bloody feet.

Last night one of the art participants cut her feet due to the tight high heels she was wearing (follow the above link to read how the hell that could happen at an art installation). It wasn't a serious injury, but things sure did get a little messy, only adding to the piece and giving the thousands of passer byers in Bryant Park another thing to gawk at. So this is what I'm getting at...

I wish writing could be more interactive. Sure, theater and screenplays are interactive, but I'm talking interactive like I cut your feet up interactive. You! Yeah, YOU! Now don't misconstrue this as an anger management issue, I just wish these words, and all written words (not speeches, Mr. Yes We Can!), could physically shake people up. I mean, sure I've read things that keep me up all night or make me sick to my stomach, but that's an emotional thing. I want to slap people around and cut their feet!

WARNING: Do not read this book if you're pregnant or have low blood pressure.

WARNING: Please wear a helmet at all times while reading this book.

That's the stuff! To have more fine print on the bottom of book covers advertising the horrible and wonderful things that could happen if you read them.

Ms. Gilmore's piece was amazing - job well done, Madame. Now I'm just trying to figure out how to give the rest of those passer byers another thing to gawk at, you know?