Buke and Gass - Two Frogs

What Scarlet Said

One thing all my games need
is capture of the lady and romance-
I'm very particular.

A Fleshy Temple

Your eyes say something
I am going to the store or the beach
into surgery or the madness of breathing
in space, so you can touch the same
air with your lungs as mine have touched.
Filling up an apartment with water
long enough to float from room to room
an air raft built of muscle that pops
silver and helium. I am drawn to you
as a hand is built around an itch
for that singular purpose
I motion you in but you are ready
your thoughts are in books
and I am reading them on the phone
to anyone who picks up on my desire
to walk on air casements above litter
and the repulsed carriers of bliss.
Not so remote anymore, not so fast.
Where is your hand?
Oh, there it is. I'm going to call you
before I catch the bus.

The Books - Cold Freezin' Night

Terrific Light

If you were bitten by mosquitoes
on Fire Island then you'd need
to extract the waxy deposit
sack of half-digested wheat and barley chips
that mosquitoes deposit just under your skin.
I'll slow you in the dark. I'll mold myself
to your arm; my body will fold around it.
Your spine will curl into menthol.
Peppermint oil on your scalp is nice in summer.
All the details are getting you on.
Lifting your legs over time.
And then I can't get up, I can't dance,
I can't lift this pear even. So I'm going
to dance where the city light ends. I just
want that solid form like you have
a form, that: I want that form that is you.
And if you dedicate your life to medicine
or to the standard of relief
then you are in for a super good time.
This is me and here and now with us
under the rays of goddamn terrific light.

Ocean Beachy (click to enlarge)

Fire Island

Thursday with Frank O'Hara

"I am lonely for myself
I can't find a real poem

if it won't happen to me
what shall I do"

F.O. from "At Joan's"

"and when yesterday arrives and troubles us you always say NO
I don't believe you at first but you say no no no no
and pretty soon I am smiling and doing just what I want
again"

F.O. from "Biotherm"

"I was in such a hurry
to meet you but the traffic
was acting exactly like the sky"

F.O. from "Poem (Lana Turner has collapsed)"

Landscape with Flowers

Let Me Tell You This

Let me tell you this
there are no new words
for the heat of this room
in robust July I swelter
in a new cave made delicious
with the palm of your hand
slapping my thigh
I am moving
through the past
into the present
at such high velocity
that even you can feel
me gravitating towards you
I am radiating heat rising
from Brooklyn people stop
midstep all aghast at what
once stood dry and still
but now is wet and whirling
let them have their trains
and offices I have this twisted
sheet and this black book
full of notes you'll never see.

Four Flowers for Saturday

Thanks, Mast Brothers Chocolate.

Amazing!

BIG BANG BIG BOOM - the new wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.

Art Show

Sanforized

What you could do is fall back in
with a smile. My new minimalist thing
is going on in my mind while a lot
of stuff is happening. And anyway,
I think I stand right here. Now look
at all the go-get-it-ness in the world
with all these people going to get it
(and getting it). Something to quite simply give.
How to post songs that will help me
walk upright. To just start sitting
after letting my belly sag to the floor.
May and June are so over with that
it has become July. Time is very exciting
and I am so free that I can do anything
I fucking want. It is open season on
coffee consumption. Like a knife
made of light through my brain.
I start flopping around. The last time
a voice was heard other than my own
in this apartment at any point in my life.
This word is silent - there, I said it.

Four for Wednesday

Sleep - Dragonaut (live)

Loud. Play it.

Verge

My theories are vast and unkempt
from somewhere you can see them
iron them out they are seeping into the day
you are ordinary people and you are doing
things to yourself and some people around
you seem better than you imagined
they'd be doing things that you might
never do but really should (do).

If the lamp gets lit you'll see
the space around you open up.
You will nurture nature by making
sense of it rotting bird on a calendar
make sense of that in the courtyard
some people are better off than others
you should make them feel holy
and useful with hellos and such.

Tall in the Middle

1) Smooth, sweet smelling, heavenly.

2) Will curl lip for blood.

3) Licking to remember the sensation.

4) Throw me a day after.

5) The earth to Todd.

6) An angel should draw my caption.

7) I feel all fizzy and corporeal.

8) I want to become efficient and useful to people around me?

9) Fire Island.

10) Look, okay, let's just do this.

The Books - Take Time

Keep Up the Good Work

I recently did an edition of 10 of these. just let me know if you'd like to purchase one.

Top Seventeen Saturday Things

1) That peculiar angularity of Horatio St. just off Hudson St.

2) Watching some dark curly-haired guy's hair tumble onto the barber's lime-green converse high tops.

3) Julian Lynch's song "Mare."

4) The pleasant throb of James Schuyler in my brain all day.

5) Papaya and Pineapple Enzymes.

6) S'nice's old hit "Apple Bran Muffin."

7) New soles at Arty's on 8th.

8) Being overwhelmed by so many fond memories of the Joyce Theater
as I walked past it on 8th Avenue this afternoon.

9) Didn't she tell me she went to Art Bar with a semi-famous actor once?

10) That wisdom tooth is missing now, from your mouth.

11) The M-train is on the F-line now, until Essex Street. Oh, Hello Marcy Avenue.

12) Art Devlin's Motor Inn, where I'd planned to stay for the 3rd year in a row. My right foot hurts.

13) Before that, The Econolodge down the road from Lake Placid.

14) Just being alone and doing shit.

15) Today feels like a pleasant puzzle that I've been working on since 5 AM.

16) Suddenly at 5:21 PM it is raining, finally. All day the sky was making stormy suggestions.

17) I've decided that it's okay to really groove out in my living room solo dance-in-a-chair show.

Saturday Afternoon with James Schuyler

"The day is colorful and pale and dying."

James Schuyler 'Sonnet" (pg. 166) from Other Flowers: Uncollected Poems

Tom Waits - Make it Rain

Thanks HTML Giant

Props (Redux)

There will always be someone there
to tell you how to trim the basil, that you shouldn't
let the prop own you, that there are going
to be people all up in your grill wanting stuff
from you when you are too tired to give
them what they want--which happens to be a lot.
There will be days when the days seem not like days at all
but more like bowls of acid in a tent made of human skin.
Your whole demeanor is based on sleeplessness
and still you muster the bear joke, the sick puppy
joke, and the careful consideration of details
to make ends meet joke. I love your style. I will not
haunt you when I'm gone, I will position myself carefully
behind you, lifting your arms should you need to wave,
turning your head if there is something at your side.
You really can count on me, the rest is up for grabs.

(More) Thursday with Samuel Beckett

"There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the faults of his feet."
-Samuel Beckett

(thanks John Palabrica)

MTV & Me

Thursday with Samuel Beckett

"There is nothing to express, nothing with which to express, nothing from which to express, no power to express, no desire to express, together with the obligation to express."

Samuel Beckett – Three Dialogues, 1949.

Thank you Stephen Mitchelmore!

The Rolling Stones - Child of the Moon

Tuesday Morning with Frank O'Hara

"Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern."

Frank O'Hara, from "Mayakovsky"

4th of July

Saturday Top Three (from Cannes)

Live from Croisette Beach in Cannes

Independence Day

I am hanging by a thread for the people
pressing my palm against my forehead for your lord
the whole summer could be dazzling so
you can stop feeling sad and restless now
that the animals are all sleepy from
the drugs in the tuna fish can
I can see you sitting
in a pile of colorful rags
in your garden
you've been running around
just to get me out of your system
that whole thing about letting go of stuff
was really all about letting go of me
your independence day is shutting down
memory oh say can you go to the beach
shine on and so you go on
because you think you can
see what is in your heart is a muscle
when you rest your head on mine I'm not so sure
what to make of your muscle covered in metal blankets
the best is yet to come
let me show you how to let go
kissing is easy anyone can do it
but not everyone can do it well.

Sleep - Dragonaut

turn it up. way up.

Top Ten Thursday

1) Cool air makes sweaty skin tingle.
2) Discovering the band Air Waves.
3) All of E.M. Cioran
4) Three whole days off this weekend.
5) Fiorentini and Baker, still.
6) The colors orange and pink.
7) Myrrhe Candle.
8) The smell of pancakes coming up the air shaft.
9) Eugene Marten's book Waste. Whoa.
10) Letting go.

Dirty Blue Jeans

Early Morning, Still Life