Monday, December 31, 2007

Poem

Highway highway
how I long
for your fast
and metallic sleep.

Dream Walk


Sunday, December 30, 2007

The 34th Annual New Year's Day Marathon Reading!

January 1, 2008, 2:00 pm
The Poetry Project at St. Mark's Church
(10th Street & 2nd Avenue, Manhattan)

Ring in the new year with: Philip Glass, Eric Bogosian, Ernie Brooks, Tony Towle, Open Music Ensemble, Brenda Coultas, John Godfrey, Patti Smith, Jordan Davis, David Henderson, Frank Sherlock, Rich O'Russa, David Mills, Jenny Smith,John Coletti, Johanna Fuhrman, Erica Doyle, Dan Machlin, Cat Tyc, Jessica Rogers, Renato Rosaldo, Stefania Iryne Marthakis, Rodrigo Toscano, Yoshiko Chuma, Elinor Nauen, Frances Richard, Phyllis Wat, Ed Friedman, Christina Strong, Stephanie Gray, Evan Kennedy, Lydia Cortes, Kim Rosenfield, Azareen Van Der Vliet Oloomi, Shanxing Wang, Lauren Russell, Marcella Durand, Marc Nasdor, Brendan Lorber, Alan Davies, Stephen Motika, Bob Rosenthal, Susie Timmons, Eliot Katz, Maggie Dubris, Peter Lucas Erixon, Eve Packer, Chris Stackhouse, David Kirschenbaum, Bill Kushner, Tom Savage, Rob Fitterman, Cliff Fyman, Tara Betts, Jennifer Coleman, Allison Cobb, Jill Magi, Gillian McCain, Emily XYZ, Todd Colby, Elliott Sharp, Paolo Javier, Eileen Myles, John Giorno, Steve Earle, Donna Brook, Bob Hershon, Jen Benka, Carol Mirakove, I Feel Tractor, Lenny Kaye, Anne Tardos, Sharon Mesmer, Greg Fuchs, Douglas Dunn, Wayne Koestenbaum, Renato Gomez, Rebecca Moore, Michael Cirelli, Joe Eliot, Tracey McTague, Jess Fiorini, Murat Nemet-Nejat, Vincent Katz, Merry Fortune, David Vogen, Geoffrey Cruickshank-Hagenbuckle, Jackie Sheeler, Penny Arcade, Michael Lydon, Filip Marinovic, Yuko Otomo, Steve Dalachinsky, Adeena Karasick, Barbara Henning, Tisa Bryant, Bruce Andrews, Sally Silvers, Corrine Fitzpatrick, Arlo Quint, Stacy Szymaszek, C.A. Conrad, Keith Roach, Daniel Higgs, John S. Hall, Maggie Estep, Michael Scharf, Wanda Phipps, Leonard Schwartz, Miles Champion, Citizen Reno, Jaime Manrique, Dael Orlandersmith, Uche Nduka, Laura Jaramillo, Nathaniel Siegel, Jim Behrle, Anselm Berrigan, Dustin Williamson, Macgregor Card, John Coletti, Amelia Jackie, Simone White, Hal Sirowitz, Peter Bushyeager, Guillermo Castro, Simon Pettet, Max Winter, Tonya Foster, Judith Malina, Hanon Reznikov, Ted Greenwald, Patricia Spears Jones, Avram Fefer, Taylor Mead, Lee Ann Brown, Denizé Lauture, Thom Donovan, Franklin Bruno, Drew Gardner, Kyle Schlesinger, Don Yorty, Kimberly Lyons, Katie Degentesh, Tracie Morris, Val Jeanty, Chris Rael, Daniel Higgs, Sparrow/Foamola, Ben Malkin, Erika Recordon, Mónica de la Torre, Emil Bognar-Nasdor, Bob Holman, Janet Hamill, E. Tracy Grinnell, Nada Gordan, John S. Hall and Harris Schiff. General Admission $16 / Students & Seniors $12 / Members $10

Friday, December 28, 2007

Robert Creeley reading "Place to Be" (Click Here)

















I miss him.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Magik Markers




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Friday, December 21, 2007

Gently Read

"This book has been gently read, if at all."

The Tower of Mother Jewels

The important thing is to begin with white ink
make a splay fan of paper by folding it
put on mysterious bulgarian voices
your face reflected in the silver c.d.
So write the words make the appropriate
stain because that's what you're doing
you're staining the page with the white ink
then get your throat to make a wet
throaty cry and you can just sit like that
making that sound for an hour
or so and then just flip through people
magazine with scissors making a collage
from stuff you see there you'll throw
it away a day or two later anyway
so go back to making the wet throat cry
see ya!

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Top 5 Books of December 20th @ 2:37 am

1) The Collected Poems of Philip Whalen

"I went to your house after you were dead
Nothing left except your pet white goat
grazing in the green meadow."
--from "Dying Again" p. 377

2) The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens

"One sits and beats an old tin can, lard pail.
One beats and beats for which one believes.
That's what one wants to get near."
--from "The Man on the Dump" p. 202


3) Hello From the American Desert by Lee Ranaldo

"how not to get played on the radio
how to keep a good thing quiet
how to roll with the punches and
keep on keeping on
further up the road."
--from "Our Music" page 16 & 17

4) Gargantua and Pantagruel By Francis Rabelais (Burton Raffel translation)

"He went to see the jugglers and the clowns, the magicians and those who peddled wonderful, half-magical remedies, and contemplated their games and tricks, their somersaults and smooth patter, especially those famous montebanks from Chauny, in Picardy--born with silver tongue, every one of them, able to sell water to people people swimming in a lake or firewood to those inside a volcano."
--page 63

5) Fatstick Magazine Edited by James Wilk in 1998

"Learn to voice your direct love for men and women
Take every challenge no matter how mammoth the scale
Work through the night."
--Cliff Fyman from "What to Learn from Beowolf"

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Dear Todd

Fire me from a cannon
into the form of a new form.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

"Swan Choker" by Elizabeth Zechel

If Small Questions

Though unstable
a sheen of tin
from the bark
of a metal tree
(streetlight, lollipop?)
slit from the
gift down to
the ice pack
(panic attack?)
venison with lead
pellets circumscribe
the meadow
with guilty stilts
(see far?)
and fringe juice
(alternative culture?)
a pebble
some grief
you ass.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Activity Magazine

I'm acting with the help of
an activity magazine
it helps me with activities
with a brain the size of an almond
or a fig-tipped pen getting mushy
the best poets of the american east
hammer on the plastic and get wicked
with memory when memory goes
to work they act like children with
real ideas about daycare and sleepy
they always sleepy and teenage acting
so you should shove them
tell them to settle the fuck down
with bread or sugar fruits
make them cookie this
or sweet fudge that
zip them into peppermint lacquer
until they act better
with glamorous machines
and hypoglycemic raw honey candies
dialed into beets in lime juice
until sleep until sweet sacred
illusive sleep.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

Saturday Top 5

1) Today I Wrote Nothing by Danil Kharms
2) Huge Coffee
3) Aleve
4) Oatmeal
5) Sunlight

Friday, December 14, 2007

Poem

You might think a dog
with a huge swollen tick
on it's floppy ear is a costume
a disguise of some sort when in fact
it is just the opposite where the opposite
holds true: the costume is the
parasite so the dog is host to the transformer
you run into the house now
and get a bic lighter
tweezers
and a hot fork
and you go to work on the tick
until the tip of the fork becomes bright
with heat and then with blood and then
the disguise is a sort of mess that you
flick into the grass under the sprinkler
where the kids play.

Mika Miko

This cereal smells like skunk...my milk tastes like sunblock...

Part Chimp

Fucked Up (in NYC)

Thursday, December 13, 2007

From "Extinction" by Thomas Bernhard


"We search everywhere for our childhood, I thought, and find only a gaping void. We go into a house where as children we spent such happy hours, such happy days, and we believe we're revisiting our childhood, but all we find is a gaping void." p. 301

"However lovable a person is, we only have to consider him for a time--if only in our mind, in which case he can be as far away as we like--and little by little he is transformed from a good person into a bad person." p. 300

We spend a lifetime trying to understand ourselves and don't succeed, so how can we pretend to understand something that isn't ourselves?" p. 81

"However intense my reflections, I won't be able to shorten the night." p. 296

"The tragedy of the would-be writer is that he resorts to anything that keeps him from writing." p. 100

Monday, December 10, 2007

From the 1996 film "Lost Book Found" by Jem Cohen (I did the voiceover)

Thomas Bernhard

"We had no luck with the weather and the guests at our table were repellent in every respect. They even spoiled Nietzsche for us. Even after they had had a fatal car accident and had been laid out in the church in Sils, we still hated them."
(From "Hotel Waldhaus" in Thomas Bernhard's "The Voice Imitator")

Good Night All.

Sunday, December 09, 2007

Sunday Top 2


Re: Your Pony

Even if your pony was made of candy & felt
I still wouldn't want to bust it up.
FYI: The same holds true if your pony
was made of hand cream.
In conclusion: you can trust me with your pony
I'll treat it really well.

Friday, December 07, 2007

Young Marble Giants -- Credit in the Straight World

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Hello From The American Desert by Lee Ranaldo (Click Here)

Click photo to enlarge:

From the publisher:

"This beautiful little chapbook features about 40 pages of poetry written between 2004-2007.

The cover art and illustrations are from Curt Kirkwood of Meat Puppets and there is an introduction written by Todd Colby.

These are limited to an edition of 1000. There is also a lettered edition (a-z) of 26 copies signed by both Lee & Curt that will soon be available.

They are available now for purchase online at:

www.silver-wonder.com"

Unrest "So So Sick"

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

My Artist in Montana

In the carnival scene
there is a pink light
pointed at the dancer
and he is enraged
about the brown air
from the BQE
lingering around the baby.
In the car Mom is trying
to smoke a wintergreen
lifesaver--the white edges
are charred between her lips.
In the job there
are a lot of people
with small pox and misty
eyes because the movie
was so good--the movie
about a male prostitute
named "TIGER" who
befriends an elderly
woman who later drowns
in a pool of vanilla, amber
and patchouly.
In the store there is
a mellow vibe brought
on by Hadyn, but later
Lightning Bolt comes
on the i-pod and
everyone starts dancing
and stabbing stuff.
In the medicine cabinet
is a face cream that
makes skin transparent
so you can see if
your cheekbones
have cancer or filth
on them. The cream
comes with a scrapping
tool, fine sandpaper
and Woolite.
I have a job to do
so long.

Heaven

Monday, December 03, 2007

Elation

I can't get you into care
without hitching your face
and tugging at your overlord.
Your reaction time
is measured by my hand
rolling off the table.
You can't have what's
never been made--you simply
get to a point in your life
where you don't tell people
a thing or two, you simply walk
away--knowing that time
moves too fast to fuck it
up with a scene which
only adds more heartache
to the progression of the
feeling of elation.

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Three for Sunday



Thursday, November 29, 2007

You Can’t Eat What’s Not on Your Back

Put your farmer tan back in
my body she said she thought
I'd done a good job for the man
we all think we've done a good job
we’ve all injured birds with massive cars
I know you think people are just trying to chirp
tender songs on drugs but you got me at “hello”
you might even have suggested that everything
is distorted in Los Angeles and I understand
that part of your mind very well
they are attacking us because
a full-time wolf is the first
time I've ever used that animal
to open my blouse using that guzzled syrup routine
and I’m not buying it, okay?
You can’t eat what’s not on your back--
not in the palsied meadow where my tired
animals are eating air from trucks.
No amount of pleading
or inane classicism is ever going
to bring you back to Los Angeles
so take the milk from your body
and use it to feed the animals
one at a time.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Happy Thanksgiving

Monday, November 19, 2007

The Raw New

Lately I've been listening to Bach again--
it calms me down and makes me steady
for the onslaught of day and light.
Then -- a little later -- I get metal
and drop a dime on a chrome cap
with lightning bolts of electric shit,
but that's just for kicks. I kick around
solid cubes of air & then I move along,
I suppose, but not before the blankness sets in.
One day the field gets scorched while
some kids play in a green lawn two
houses down, then it's speakers in
the window, loud love and I'll
just be all greasy and older zipping
into the raw new.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Brooklyn Bridge Walk 11.17.07. pt. 2




Saturday, November 17, 2007

The Brooklyn Bridge Walk 11.17.07. pt. 1



The Song in My Head

Samuel Beckett

"Ah yes, so little to say, so little to do, and the fear so great, certain days, of finding oneself...left, with hours still to run, before the bell for sleep, and nothing more to say, nothing more to do, that the days go by, certain days go by, quite by, the bell goes, and little or nothing said, little or nothing done. That is the danger. To be guarded against" -Samuel Beckett, from "Happy Days"

Thursday, November 15, 2007

You can't eat what's not on your back

Put your farmer armor back on
she said that she thought
he'd done a good job
we all think we've done a good job
injured bird massive cells
the people here are trying to chirp
about gender songs have suggested
as a well as distorted anything at all
here in Los Angeles I understand
very well they are attacking me
because 50 percent wolf is the first
time I've used that line she is in fact
using that guzzled syrup routine
the palsied meadow of my tired
machines are whomped, done, stomped.

Glenn Gould - Bach - Art Of Fugue - Contrapunctus14 - Last Fugue

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

"I Couldn't Sleep, So I Wrote"

You've Got to Start Thinking About Your Future

Gas station or getting that
kind of job with people you talk to
one to that gas station was soothing
to you was blooming red he wears
khaki he's young so his principles
he won't watch television alone
he's propped up in the rooms
on shitty husk pillows
reads the room catalogues
the ones with rooms in them
the furnishings he imagines
the rooms or what he'd do in
them sitting beside someone
talking about current events
a movie maybe or a book
and then he starts spitting up
and needing to be a baby
with a cup and sweet bread
so the soothing oil and the blanket
with that he forgot about the war
while being a baby with needs
and that baby needs a lot of stuff.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Panic War

A pelvic bone
is in everything
you're looking for
neither a husband
or she could be sleeping
with sedatives
I've seen panic war
thin knives and swords
around their blouses
you could see all the
evil creatures
did you think murder
behind the shades
with your pants
pulled over your head
did you stop a moment
to consider that the carousel
stuffed full of slides might be
melting in the basement
under the weight of this hate
you harbored for life in a city
in the eyes of this blank
and bullshit life?

Earth to You

If wet chestnuts
hiss over the bunting
kink up so the
milk will bundle
and gurgle I'm
a space dog in a
mint green spaceship
I don't blame the shoes
I'm a total load
of the syrup
& it's really got
to get better
than this raglan
sleeved fink.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Monday Top 5

1) The Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon.
2) Fiona Shaw in Beckett's "Happy Days" at BAM in January.
3) Purple Mountain's Majesty: Oil on Your Neck.
4) Rene Girard: Violence & The Sacred.
5) Edmond Jabes: The Book of Questions, Volumes 2 & 3.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Frank O'Hara reading "Having a Coke with You" (Click Here)

Sunday, November 04, 2007

From Clunkytown (click here)

Friday, November 02, 2007

B-B-Q-Killers


Laura Carter, the singer in this clip, passed away in December of 2003. She was amazing. Here she is singing with her band the B-B-Q-Killers from the 1988 Athens Ga. documentary "Athens Inside/Out."

Pylon!


Pylon's great album "Gyrate" has just been reissued and it's available on i-tunes. You might not have any idea how great they were--find out now.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

E.M. Cioran


"By a certain age, we should change names and hide out somewhere, lost to the world, in no danger of seeing friends or enemies again, leading the peaceful life of an overworked malefactor." - E.M. Cioran, from The Trouble With Being Born

I Married a Pajama-Wearing Robot

Monday, October 29, 2007

This Weekend



Friday, October 26, 2007

PEEL! (click image to enlarge)

Six Akron Liars

















1) Sasha, with his plastic forks and blue jean collection (all Wranglers). LIAR.
2) Val with her mod pie enthusiasm and automobile transmission bullshit. LIAR.
3) Carl who shall remain: LIAR.
4) Beth Ann with her greasy sparkle make-up and the felt sample applique horse blouse. LIAR.
5) Vinny with his heroic mud bath solution and the jet pack mega-expensive spa. LIAR.
6) Big Tony with his electric toy cars for tots idea, what an ass. LIAR.

Monday, October 22, 2007

Monday Top Four

1) Brandon Downing's amazing selection of manipulated films: "Dark Brandon." Watching both discs is like dreaming in another language that turns out to be the language you speak when you wake up with a rinsed out head. www.brandondowning.org

2) The Tiny, Volume 3, 2007. thetinyjournal.com

3) New American Writing, Number 2, Fall 1987

Sunday, October 21, 2007

A Time Space Thing

This design is bracketed
in smush powder by a hydo-gaming
device making the loose ends meet.
The design is deemed "splendid"
and "ashy." A cowboy shirt
with crinkles masks the expense
of lake swimming, gadgets, the thumb
print of avocado fat on the beveled mirror.

I'm so into your thin husks
of key lime. Squirt gun medicine,
greasy ammonia stream, Pop-Tarts
full of detergent. I'm listening
to your music as I walk past
the place I lived before you
were born. The design is secure,
it's a time space thing, I built it.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Radiohead



Thanks Liz @ lizzyville.com

Friday, October 19, 2007

Ultimate Panda

You immobilized your darling
panda steaks in aspic
creating panda veal
meats of the world
you only eat the endangered
species you sick fuck
but they're so tender
(makes chef's gesture:
kisses cluster of fingers
and splays them into the air, de-lish!)
it melts from the bone
we have to follow you with a pan
letting the meat drip in a cone
we pour the ingredients back
into your face and watch
you gurgle with glee
"this is the last best panda ever
and I am eating it for good
weather you like it or not
because it’s tender so fuck you"
your mouth has ultimate panda grease
on it let's make out.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Wednesday Top 5

1) A chocolate chip mashed into the bedspread.
2) Learning to Love You More by Miranda July
3) The Braindead Megaphone by George Saunders
4) Coming After: Essays on Poetry by Alice Notley
5) Varieties of Disturbance by Lydia Davis

Monday, October 15, 2007

Battle Hill Reading at Green-Wood Cemetery 10.13.07.



Friday, October 12, 2007

I, Nocturne

You should be sleeping
in a car with a window
rolled down a cliff
in a movie
about bears
yes A MOVIE
yes BEARS
yes licking HONEY
from your BELLY BUTTON
a crowd of butterflies
are talking
yes they are TALKING
right HERE
in this POEM
because I SAY SO
and here is what
they are saying:
WE ARE A NEW TYPE OF BUTTERFLY
WITH UGLY RAZOR TEETH
and now for something totally kick ass:
YAY: all
sorts of money
is flying everywhere
HOLY SHIT
money is no object
but here it is: BOOKS
you can buy all the BOOKS
you ever wanted
late at night things are
more interesting
more crisp
more colorful
than the drab and steamy DAY
maybe you should
put on the pink rubber mask
and scare your life
in the other room
maybe not
maybe baby.

Infinite Solutions



Thursday, October 11, 2007

Thursday Top 1

1) 8 by Amy Fusselman (go buy it over at amazon.com right now please).

Saturday, October 06, 2007

Wrought Iron (Baltic Street)

Elizabeth at dinner (8th Avenue & 16th Street)

I asked this guy if I could take his picture and he replied "for a dollar" (2nd Ave & 3rd St.)

Poet Larry Fagin looking splendidly poetic at The Poetry Project

I just want to walk around with you

Friday, October 05, 2007

Year of the Golden Boar (for Jennifer L. Knox)

In my hut
every year
is the Year
of the Golden Boar.
It starts off fun in January
and then
by October
I'm sick of The Golden Boar
and his moody brooding.
Here's why:
He breaks stuff
like my candy
canes and the taffy-
he gets into the taffy.
What a mess every year.
I won't even go into
the Golden Boar
on vodka.

From Daniel Nester's Website (Click Here)

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Heavy Stuff

You might see me in a totally
deep private video wearing a flannel shirt
soaked in real stage blood
with a hook for an arm
made from a rusty wire hanger --
How did that get into this poem?
You might have to crack open
a pomegranate and fling the seeds on the
damp blue carpet -- not out of mischief, but of spite --
that's the way you roll in your cycle of crispy woe.
You can shave or pluck the unsightly hairs from your
gurgling enemies, you can rake the yard
of glass and offal while casually piercing the bag
of Peaches and Herb. You can even score points
with a machete as you walk through the mall, but you'll
never ever ever ever ever make friends with
the cool group because they totally kick
ass and they are not afraid of your bullshit.

Looky!

Luther said faith is located
just below the left nipple
with a series of "crowing"
vocalizations used for long-range
contact like a balloon or gas range.
As if this were not intimidating
enough, they "threat jerk"
toward their rival by abruptly
thrusting their eyelids and raising
the medial crest (on their heads).
And now for the weather:
Bright red, blue, and light purple to
lilac and pink.

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

This Morning

Sunday, September 30, 2007

The Good Boys Parts 1-4

"The Good Boys" is a video project that the artist David Lantow & I did for a collaborative art show back in 1996 (we've done about 300 drawings and several books together over the years). Steve Gross, the guitarist for Drunken Boat, videotaped & edited the project -- and played the guitar. David Lantow stars as "The Clown." I play myself, more or less. All four parts are now up on youtube.com -- but they're all posted here for your convenience:

Part 1 (5:47)


Part 2 (4:57)


Part 3 (3:01)


Part 4 (2:22)

Friday, September 28, 2007

Drunken Boat -- CBGB's -- NYC, 1991 (Flatland/Encore)

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

More Drunken Boat @ CBGB's -- NYC, 1991



Drunken Boat -- CBGB's -- NYC, 1991

Okay here we are, finally on youtube. Thanks Peter & Alex! That's me singing by the way:



Tuesday, September 25, 2007

A Tasteful Approach

My situation called for a tasteful approach
when his aggressive thrusting nearly
broke the table with all his weight on it.

I measured my responses, I thought,
with a history of the details of the table
and the decor, to provide a context
for the approach of his aggression
which was humiliating and did nothing
to illuminate the example of the taste
I exhibited with the decor I'd personally chosen.

I could sense in him a certain
longing for forgiveness so I saddled my opinions
with his longings in mind, using terms and
making associations that only he would make.
For instance: I made sure to use the phrase "scraping
the soft pallet with a tiny butter knife" which triggered
a shudder and blush around his neck without any
apparent removal of the soothing subtext
of the color pallet of the room.

So great was my resolve to show him
the restraint of my good taste that I seized
on the opportunity to wave
to the crowd below while making sure my
wristwatch sizzled in the light and the
the dispatch of sheen from my suit
made the subjects swoon for an instant.

It was pleasing to witness the spectacle
as it was witnessed by him. I would like to serve
as that medium to all in the realm of aggression.
I've spotted many who thrust or flare
and my approach was no less lean or severe than
the ones before. I'll note here: his thrusting halted
and the mechanism of restraint, once triggered
by my example, was heeded from that day forward.

Pink Tension

Monday, September 24, 2007

Hart Crane
















"You cannot heed the negative--, so might go on
to understand doom...must therefore loose yourself
within pattern's mastery that you can conceive, that
you can yield to--by which also you
win and gain that mastery and happiness which
is your own from birth."

--Hart Crane, from "Havana Rose"

Saturday, September 22, 2007

From Alex's Windows in Lower Manhattan



Thursday, September 20, 2007

Diane Williams


"Now my father is better than my hat is. My hat is better than my mother's shoes, yet her shoes are better than these socks. My hands are better than her wristwatch. My nose is better than her hair. My teeth are a far cry."

--Diane Williams from the story "It Is Impossible to Imagine a More Perfect Thing" in Romancer Erector: Novella and Stories

PS Her new book of stories: It Was Like My Trying to Have a Tender-Hearted Nature: A Novella and Stories, was just published.

Thomas Bernhard (click here)


"One still likes some old philosophers, some aphorisms. It's almost like fleeing into music. For hours you enter into a wonderful mood. I still have plans. I once had four or five, now I have two or three. But it's not necessary. I don't need it and the world doesn't need it either. When I feel like writing I write, when I don't feel like it I don't. Whatever you write it's always a catastrophe. That's the depressing thing about the fate of a writer. One can never put on paper what one thought of or imagined. That gets lost when it is put onto paper. All you deliver is a bad, ridiculous copy of what you had imagined. Basically, one cannot communicate all that. No one ever managed to do so." --Thomas Bernhard from an interview with Asta Scheib, 1986

Fun Stuff from Clunkytown (click here)

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Mommy from Clunkytown (click here)

Skin Ring Tone

I get a feeling the phone rings under my skin
when people say that people don't interest them
I think HOW while the ringing comes in loud & clear
in my body two layers of plastic inside scrape
against my heart I have to explain this
to someone in Hong Kong making sunglasses
that will later be sold in Target as POLARIZED
but let's get back to my skin ring tone:
the electricity is amazing when I hear the bells of your not
wanting the least thing to do with people
all around you I pick up the phone
if I wanted to give you my heart
literally pull it from my chest
and cook it in a hot pan I couldn't
because that's just some
fucked up shit
now go back to your life.

Wednesday Top 5

1) The Marvelous Bones of Time: Brenda Coultas
2) Trees Outside the Academy: Thurston Moore
3) The Grove Companion to Samuel Beckett: Ackerly & Gontarski
4) How to be Perfect: Ron Padgett
4) "There is no need to strive for anything in the world, because you get pushed towards it in any case. Striving has always been nonsense. The German word "Streber" (striver – meaning swot or brown-noser) means something awful. And striving is just as awful. The world has a pull that drags you whether you like it or not, there's no need to strive. When you strive, you become a "Streber". You know what that means. It's hard to translate into another region." --Thomas Bernhard from an interview, 1986

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Terrestrial Labs

Some birds are depressed over your Abe Lincoln odor,
a revelation based on your annihilation.
Toxic polymers illustrated your cool and calm
but they've been replaced with stinging waters.
You arrived on the chilled peak,
nudged the styrene aside
and saturated the bean counters
with your brutal objectivity.
Now you measure the books by weight alone
straight through the All-Pro game.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Top 5 Friday & Saturday Photos