Thursday, December 29, 2011

38th Annual New Year’s Day Marathon Benefit Reading

Sunday, January 1, 2012
3:00 pm
The Poetry Project
at St. Marks Church
10th Street & 2nd Avenue, Manhattan
poetryproject.org
212-674-0910

The 38th Annual New Year’s Day Marathon Benefit will feature over 140 Poets & Performers:

Ace Mcnamara, Alan Licht, Alex Dimitrov, Amy King, Ana Božičević, Anne Tardos, Anne Waldman & Ambrose Bye, Anselm Berrigan, Ariana Reines, Arthur’s Landing, Barry Denny, Basil King, Betsy Fagin, Bill Kushner, Billy Lamont, Bob Hershon, Bob Rosenthal, Brenda Coultas, Brendan Lorber, Brett Price, Bruce Andrews & Sally Silvers, Bryn Kelly, CA Conrad, Charles Bernstein, Christine Elmo, Christopher Stackhouse, Church of Betty, Corina Copp, Corrine Fitzpatrick, Daniel Kent, David Freeman, David Henderson, David Shapiro, David St. Lascaux, Denize Lauture, Dgls. Rothschild, Don Yorty, Donna Brook, Dottie Lasky, Douglas Dunn, Douglas Piccinnini, Drew Gardner, Dustin Williamson, Edgar Oliver, Ed Friedman, Eddie Berrigan, Eileen Myles, Elinor Nauen, Elizabeth Devlin, Elliott Sharp, Emily XYZ, Erica Kaufman, Erica Hunt & Marty Erlich, Erin Morrill, Evan Kennedy, Evelyn Reilly, Filip Marinovich, Foamola, Frank Sherlock, Franklin Bruno, Genya Turovskaya, Gillian McCain, Greg Fuchs, James Marshall, Janet Hamill, Jess Fiorni, Jim Behrle, Joe Elliot, Joe Ranono, John Coletti, John Giorno, John S. Hall, Jonas Mekas, Josef Kaplan, Judah Rubin, Judith Malina, Karen Weiser, Kathleen Miller, Katie Degentesh, Ken Chen, Ken Walker, Kenny Goldsmith, Kimberly Lyons, LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs, Lee Ranaldo, Lenny Kaye, Leopoldine Core, Lonely Christopher, Macgregor Card, Maggie Dubris, Marcella Durand, Mariana Ruiz Firmat, Mark Nowak, Martha King, Matthew Abuelo, Miguel Gutierrez, Mitch Highfill, Monica de la Torre, Nada Gordon, Nathaniel Siegel, Nick Hallett, Nicole Peyrafitte, Pamela Sneed, Patricia Spears Jones, Patti Smith, Paul Mills (Poez), Paul Legault, Penny Arcade, Peter Gizzi, Pierre Joris, Reuben Butchart, Rickey Laurentiis, Robert Ashley Secret Orchestra, Shafer Hall, Simone White, Sinan Antoon, Stephanie Gray, Steve Dalachinsky, Steve Earle, Steven Taylor, Susan Landers, Susie Timmons, Suzanne Vega, Taylor Mead, Ted Dodson, Ted Greenwald, Thurston Moore, Todd Colby, Tom Carey, Tom Savage, Tony Towle, Tracey McTague, Tyler Burba, Wayne Koestenbaum, Will Edmiston, Will Yackulic, Yoshiko Chuma, Youmna Chlala, Yuko Otomo, Yvonne Meier, Nicole Wallace, Arlo Quint and Stacy Szymaszek.

Admission: $20, $15 for students and seniors, and $10 for Poetry Project members.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Helmet of the Wild

Every Helmet of the Wild is made by my hands for a personalized fit.
The outer shell is cornstarch-based to allow for easier concave molding
to fit the skull and accommodate the distinctive flare over the ears.
Surface color pigments (all organic) are mixed into egg tempura:
mint green from soda grass, tan from
winter wheat, faint pink from pomegranate juice.
The helmet is then heated in a clay oven
for approximately all day. Once removed,
the helmet is brittle until leather cables
are epoxied (rice milk and oat gluten)
to interior in latticework pattern.
Tempering is governed by seasons and milled
to a smooth touch. The protective mask is one inch thick tubular
semicircular protuberance made of catgut and twine,
with burlap at its core. Pewter screws with flat twists
affix protective mask to each side securely.
Leather buttons on chinstrap. Antique decal
of skull and crossbones rendered in soda ink on linen
and applied on each side above hand-drilled ear holes.
Gifted to a lucky few.

Three for Wednesday



Tuesday, December 27, 2011

David Bowie Young Americans Live Dick Cavett Show 1974

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Happy Holidays!

Friday, December 23, 2011

Friday Top 10

1) Megan Boyle - Selected Unpublished Blog Posts of a Mexican Panda Express Employee.

2) John Jeremiah Sullivan - Pulphead: Essays.

3) Kevin Killian - Cruel Intentions, from Aedes.

4) Daniel Mark Epstein - The Ballad of Bob Dylan (thanks, Carrie!).

5) Grouper - "Dragging a Dead Deer up a Hill" & "Alien Observer."

6) Selentino - "Rose" Brown 100% Fur Felt Fedora w/ 1.5 inch brim.

7) Jim Krusoe - Girl Factory.

8) Santa Molest (email me and I'll send it to you).

9) Hibino Sushi (thanks, Tara!).

10) Slippers from Muji.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

December Poem

A fistful of coffee will get you
to the F train in time for the meltdown
of three babies and their exasperated dads.
Funny how the air of December feels
like the air of June under the East River
I think about you. A mile in any direction
leads me to such great heights once
I'm above ground I feel spiced and surly.
What makes a cab curl around a body
all bright yellow and curried, bundled
against the hyper crawl of these winter days.
I feel better in the sunlight even without
the terms of my endearment, which are written
on slices of paper in the drawer next
to your bed. I would like nothing better
than to unfurl a note the size of a banner
over Union Square, something you could
see on your way to work, a red word on blue vinyl
carried by my breath to your delighted ear.

The Middle East - Blood

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Grouper - Alien Observer

Monday, December 19, 2011

Upon a Time (Bedtime Poem)

Let them eat sleep and while
eating they crunch to fulfill lives
to this heart pudding they call muscle grief
frightened by night let them eagle
into it from on high all rosy with mistakes
let them have at it let them eat into it
to move their slender gifts let their
lack of reason anoint us with rawness we creep
upwards in return for favors we kiss
where we can see fantastic places
in each arm we plow into paradise
knowing hello death this capital crime
this seizure of gladness this restraint
this limit to all we all know about
come for us come for all upon a time.

Grapple

Your purple-headed majesty
your milk brain lumpy home stay
your fetid ginger mobility
and all the angels come marching
into a solid structure colliding
with water tombs and expectant
loss lighter and freer than never.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Hugo Largo

This cover by the great band Hugo Largo is simply sublime. Xo

Sunday Outfit

Gadabout oatmeal linen gaucho sweats with red silk
drawstring from Muji, purveyors of the finest in Japanese design.
On the feet: TYR imported vinyl flip-flops.
Organic cotton white v-neck t-shirt from Paris
Mission Looms, makers of the highest thread count
t-shirts in the world. Over the t-shirt: Grey cotton
shawl-collared cardigan with Brazilian rubber
buttons, hardened the old fashioned way: under
sunlight and stars. As for the lid: A classic nautical
writing cap with royal blue and white stripes. Made
from Virginia cotton and hand loomed in Denmark.
I hope to see you outside my window in the courtyard
as I sit at my writing desk!

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Saturday Outfit

Butter yellow oxford with hand carved
mahogany buttons, sewn on with reclaimed
North Carolina cone mill thread, spun in small batches.
Maroon Japanese silk tie (anvils and horseshoes print).
Vintage denim vest with navy issue, no-sheen buttons
of brushed virgin aluminum. Borsalino
2 1/2 brimmed bronze fedora with thin
black band, no tucking feather. Black Zimbabwe
cotton chinos, tapered to ankle over brown rancher's
boot with caper-toned heels, bees wax toe
treatment, oiled with mink and silicon.
Flint gray wool socks from Marblehead Looms,
sugar tops and reinforced toes.
Today's scent: cedar and frankincense
with dry down to amber and vanilla.
See you in the park!

Friday, December 16, 2011

Friday Outfit

Cream-colored wool waistcoat with cranberry lapel,
reclaimed whiskey oak cask buttons
and rugged blue canvas rear cinch
with stainless steel clasp and tongue.
1940's era dark indigo chambray work shirt
with collar strap and Fairmont-era wooden buttons
handmade in Paris. Run-off chain stitching at sides,
in caramel and powder blue. Trousers are dark brown
with faint mint pinstripes, tilt pockets (welted at seams
with crimson cotton thread from Senegal). 2-inch cuffs
showing inside scoop tint of chicory and tangerine.
Shoes are handmade and dyed doe skin monk buckles
with organic matte black polish from Medicine Leather,
the London boot shop. Soles are hand crafted solid cork
with raw rubber plugs for durability and beauty.
Up top: Irish wool watchman's cap of rare blue black
hand spun Dublin Spirit Yarn with wisp of raw amber
from Southern India. Sunglasses are handcrafted
from raw tortoise shell plastic with coffee tinted
high-optic lenses and organic blue velvet nose bridge.
Say hello if you see me today!

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Thursday Outfit

Pomegranate red flannel jacket
with cross hatch eggshell monogram
depicting pine tree and bluebird
on grey silk patchwork chest pockets.
Peach canvas fedora with ruby band and blue tucking feather.
Trousers: burnt umber Harris Tweed with slash pockets.
Pleats sewn in hand-spooled Alabama gold thread.
Faint cobalt blue pinstripes on rear pockets. Welted crease
in this caviar of wools. The belt: quarter-inch thick
cowhide in natural beige, untreated mode. Antique
buckle from Iowa Salvage, infantry gray pewter.
Valmont eight-eyelet dark brown (artfully scuffed) work boots
(leather sole with rubber additions, stacked heels).
Laces made of artisan bamboo stock batch-dyed
in chocolate brown with blood-red lace cuffs
for fringing prevention. Socks: army green wool dipped
in lanolin oil at manufacturing site with wisp
of lavender for longevity. I hope our eyes meet
during your 7th Avenue stroll!

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Wednesday Outfit

Chestnut tinted newsboy cap
with silver stitching accents
worn at rakish angle to one side.
Hydro-patch on shoulder, featuring delicate
cherry blossom scene under tassels.
Blouse in magenta, starched. Some poof
on lower sleeves near mother-of-pearl
and dead stock glass buttons. French cuffs.
One of a kind red line denim collar
with cinch at back (buy one size smaller).
Pantaloons with crisp blue sheen. Stripes
at side, with slanted pockets (liner: opal
canvas, for durability and rub). Blue fade
near crest of heel, so the bubble lifts
over the shoe, giving delicate tumble effect.
Engineer boots in moss green suede with gold
buckle. Made in U.S.A. Heritage gloom.
Scented with post coital sandalwood, extreme.
I'll be looking for you in Union Square!

Drunken Boat - Shit Suit

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Tuesday Outfit

Mollusk leather loafers
with twin-oiled wool socks
and sugar pleated trousers
of gingham and heather balsam.
Aligator thunder belt from Tennessee.
Shirt combo of vestiture mule tone
and tan overture. Lily clamps
at sleeves and on buttons. Further
up the collar: starch weed with chrome
clasp engraved with the word LOVE.
As for the hat, a Winston Flowers
mock-brimmed overland lid
with boiled rose felt and clapper
prism pin. I hope I see you on
the F train, delighted.

My Interview with an Astronaut

My interview with an astronaut is now up on The Happy Endings website.
Click the link below to read about what it's really like to be an astronaut in outer space.

Click here.

XO
T

Monday, December 12, 2011

Monday Outfit

Valley lemon lace ups
with a misty coal deep-v tee.
Ginger tinted halo with potash.
Cobalt blue tunic with Spanks
and lime Velcro unit.
Silver waistcoat and plumb
garter with express
star features. A dollop of
musk on wrist and a pink sutured
felt hat. Purple silk band,
marsh and ventricle, some
bent gliding, overland spice
and sliver of kiwi ice cap.
Delightful for all involved!

Sunday, December 11, 2011

That Would Have Been Wonderful

Fit into red
the gold of oblivion
perfume in your palm
a crease
smeared with amber
loud jubilates
from a cedar chair
caress the stuff
of dreams from
your shoulders
get with the real
over time
fail

Tweeting

I am now (also) tweeting @KunstvereinNY

XOX
T

Friday, December 09, 2011

Friday Top Ten

1) The band: The Middle East.

2) Heritage Boots, Austin, TX.

3) Oatmeal from Starbucks in the Austin, TX Hilton Hotel lobby.

4) Memories of Mark Pellington.

5) Writing this list on my new iPad (thank you Tara).

6) The novels of Jim Krusoe.

7) Krapp's Last Tape at The Brooklyn Academy of Music.

8) Reading glasses from Mass MoCA.

9) South Congress Avenue.

10) Back in Brooklyn in 36 hours.

Wednesday, December 07, 2011

Riot Kiss

Carry a migraine on your city hips.
That we may catch wind of the silver
thread over the desert. My grace is
pretty and needless, more or less
just what it is. Like I can build
a charm machine but I never will
because I trust you to do what
it says in the manual which is to
only build stuff you can hold.
Open your arms to the sun while I salute
your steady gait and silken frame.
I bring you things from places
you've never been.
Here's a warm breath
for the spot I love to kiss
when you are still.

Tuesday, December 06, 2011

The Wooster Group (Kate Valk)

Moving to Florida

Holiday Books

It's just the fever doing some clanging.
Light makes a skipping tone
to soothe what manages to ripple
over the sheets of paper.
Try hopping into a cool lard bath
or grinning under wax factors.
All warm and pasty, some
of the particulars are lost
to the momentum of infernal delight.
Trickle into oblivion then
by way of syrups and chalk.
Instead of a winning combination
start wistfully remembering,
get a lot on your mind bending
and then soap, get sudsy, rinse.
That you could wring it out
over and over. That you could
twist everything into a pleasant
muted ball and sleep for days.

The Joy of Weird Friends

Monday, December 05, 2011

Monday Top 10

1) The energy to do things that are totally punk.

2) Tara's lemon ricotta cake.

3) The Trip, a film by Steve Coogan (brilliant).

4) My interview with the writer Jesse Browner for the Happy Endings Reading Series website.

5) Edmond Jabes.

6) Rag & Bone sample sale, ahem.

7) Fugazi on a bike.

8) Mimi Goese at dawn.

9) Raw honey.

10) Austin, Texas: here I come.

Sunday, December 04, 2011

Bloom

You can bloom into some new flesh and chrome
being all elegance and sheen. The chief
of the rangy heroes is flat on your back.
Muscle into the meat room, harsh as a prism
off a tin can. Everything you do is special
to the committee that decides such things.
Start lifting heavy objects by bending your knees
(we're just looking out for you).
I don't want anyone to die for a day or two
so we can take in this soft avalanche of days.
I want to be buried by the whole sky.
Do you know what I mean?
Like a time out, where you're kind to everyone
because everyone is fighting
a hard battle. I'm on to you.

Saturday, December 03, 2011

Lack

Thursday, December 01, 2011

Here to Go

Your function, should you assume disaster
is no longer your function or goal,
is to move through the day in such a way
that you pulverize the mechanisms of your
doubt. If the delight of soothing movement
becomes somehow unbearable
then you might want to reveal yourself
as clownish and irreverent, which is better
for your heart. We will enable you to
move from yard to yard, balloons in hand,
ready for the stillness of the green, which
is all around you right now, anyway.
I would like nothing more than to please
you with a carnival of lights and a cream horn,
followed by some well-considered words whispered
into your ear that you find relaxing
and somehow reassuring in the midst of your
activism. I want to retard the flow of time
just enough to make you feel ageless
and full of wonder. Then I'll lower you
and let you sink into the warm water
glad that you are flesh and here to go.

EARLY PLAYS – I am yours - The Wooster Group

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Reggie Watts

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Jonathan Lethem on Writing

"I began writing in order to arrive into the company of those whose company meant more to me than any other: the world of the books I'd found on shelves and begun to assemble on my own, and the people who'd written them, and the readers who cared as much as I did, if those existed."

-J.L. from The Ecstasy of Influence

Monday, November 28, 2011

New Math: Five Equals Twleve


Done in collaboration with David Lantow a very long time ago (thanks for sending this, David). Click on the image to enlarge it.

MASS MoCA Dance

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Bear Attack

Friday, November 25, 2011

Document

You can lick the sky
until it sparkles, I don't mind.
Hold your hands so they cast a shadow
that looks like a bear. Fun! Morning comes
without warning: it's just here. You are
free to move about the cabin
exhibiting a distinct message
of forgetfulness and all the bliss
that it implies. I'm saving my mind
for what's really important
when I get home: you. The smell of the sea
blowing in over the Brooklyn-Queens
Expressway makes me feel like
something good might happen today.
I'll tell you this:
We're going to have a real good
time together in our tight pants.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Coat of Arms

A finger sliced on cream-colored formica
while grape fruit leather is chewed in mournful bites.
Glass magazines. The paper bones of billionaires
fold over as grief becomes panic becomes
friends eating roast beef from each other's
mouths in a tent. Like it matters what you think
at dinner, at all. You lift a cup, you tip
a cup, you grow old, you whither. Watch what
you say. I mean it: watch your mouth move
in the mirror when you say what you say.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Sunday Morning Photos



Friday, November 18, 2011

Top 10 Friday

1) The Clash, London Calling. Soundtrack to NYC 2011.

2) Pierre Reverdy: Selected Poems, translation by Kenneth Rexroth.

3) The Early Music Show on Fridays, 9-12. WKCR.org.

4) The Iliad. New translation by Stephen Mitchell.

5) Pre-threaded sewing kit.

6) "Combustivism" by Todd Colby

7) The Three Classifications of Humans: Nervous, Very Nervous, Very Very Nervous.

8) "What is characteristic of the two of them, Freud and Marx, is that they don't bullshit." Jacques Lacan, The Other Side of Psychoanalysis - Seminar XVII, p. 71.

9) "I think it's so groovy now that people are getting together" Christopher Knowles, Typings

10) "I think it's good you don't know how you're going to end." Rudy Burckhardt in an interview with Simon Pettet in Conversations with Rudy Burckhardt About Everything.

Ruth Stone

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

James Brown Dancing Lesson

Caileen Kehayas

Below are a sampling of photographs by my friend, the photographer Caileen Kehayas. Caileen's ability to get at the the ticklish center of her subjects (in this case mostly her nephews Ollie and Henry) give her photographs a special warmth that feels intimate, poignant and delightfully captured from the slippery glimpses of life as it rumbles along. Caileen's photographs give me a sense of joy in the world and remind me not only of the big, heroic and hilarious gestures of early boyhood, but of the quiet clarity and jarring yet joyful isolation of simply being human. Enjoy! For more photos by Caileen Kehayas, please visit her photo blog: Pure Gravy.






Monday, November 14, 2011

William Eggleston with a Video Camera: "Stranded in Canton"

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Samuel Beckett

“Don’t lose heart: plug yourself into despair and sing it for us.”
Samuel Beckett in a letter to Robert Pinget in 1956.

The Lumpy Path (for Jennifer Keitzman)

The real thing
the blue of the sky
adheres to the trees
and trickles down
to chartreuse
and off into orange
and red and pale yellow
and lavender of the lumpy path.
Ranunculus is pretty much
better than any other kind of flower
but I am a sucker
for the colors of the hellebore
and the shape
of the passion flower.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Public Access Poetry

I gave.
Will you?
It only takes a few bucks
& about thirty seconds.
It's an incredible project.

Click here.

Brought to you by The Poetry Project.

In the House

He stands up on the table
and gets savage. He yawns: too
many conversations in one bed.
He gets to be excited about things,
builds a fort under the table,
he brings things he loves
into the house.

*

The sound of a bike
bell indoors can startle, but clear
the air. It all looks beautiful until
I put my glasses on, I am not ashamed.

*

The lightest wind blew in Union Square
and a giant oak tree let go of all its yellow leaves.

*

Look, he says, the whole world is sparkling
but I know he means his watch
which has just been shined by
a professional.

*

The vague mathematics
of the day; what we get rid of;
what we bring into the fold of our
lives; leaning into a stranger inadvertently
on the subway as it comes to a sudden stop.

*

When I was a boy I collected
matchbooks in an old blue Adidas shoebox.
When I visited my father two years ago,
I threw them all away because I feared they would
spontaneously combust and burn my
father's house down.

Wednesday, November 09, 2011

Destroy Flower

You make perfect sense to me because
you'll know where to run along the river from me.
You are me now and then. Version: Mellow.
No one gets and summoning ghosts and soft hands.
Jabbing at the sugar, planting military kisses,
tortured on my team. I win. Fuck.
That can bring about change the scent of frenzy.
I wear a grey cotton twill work shirt
to work. Even as the hand shakes the sky
when people want to hold your hand
open a feeling for blacking out. Trusting
or wanting what smells good.

The Slits: New Town

Art Show: Two Boys, Flower Atlas, Stuck Deer


Two Boys





















Flower Atlas















Stuck Deer

Tuesday, November 08, 2011

Kodachrome

Picture a mint green bathtub with a bloody washcloth
plopped down next to a rusty drain. Sold! I'm a live wire
under the covers. My methods of relaxation,
while disposable, are largely sources of ambient funk.
It is the sureness of chemistry that insures
the production of sleep without work.
Not that the means of production don't draw
you in, its just that I can't tell if you're here or not.
You might be waiting for me with a new thought pattern
which should set us up for the time being.
Listen to the city out there all pouty and gray.
Please turn your head this way and look at
the yellow chiffon scramble with misty orange pulp
and leaden hamstrings. You've got a lot to live
and New York has got a lot to give.

Monday, November 07, 2011

In the subway on the way to the Dina Seiden and Reggie Watts show last night. Photo by Tara.

Saturday, November 05, 2011

Telepathic Morning

The weather isn't cold enough
so I feel uncomfortable in my special clothes.
This morning I read that planet Earth is all
about combustion and that most of us are
remedial readers and that if a well-read ghost
wanted to come around and get tricky
he would have a heyday. I'm just saying.
All these stark zero-hour predictions are
freeing me from panic, which is pleasant, for a change.
I live next to the highway, so I hear a hum
all the time. Just let me know if you'd like to send me
a telepathic message. I have special cells
that allow me to receive your thoughts.
Just let me know when you're really going to do it
so I can pay attention. I'd like to understand
what you're sending me more than anything else.
A baby blue journal with the word ROMA
embossed in gold on the back.

Friday, November 04, 2011

Art Show 2: Scary Thoughts and Best Team Helmet Design Ever For Any Sport



Art Show: We are so proud of you and Apparitions


Thursday, November 03, 2011

Interessant!

Tres bien!

well,

ah.

ooooooooooooo-o-o

we-e-eeeeeeeee

x
o
tj
ccccccccccc

Catastrophic Successes

Flame

Because the bright blue light from the gas flame
in the dark kitchen came to the lashes
making everyone look alien and hairless.

Mint Green Pants

Lining the walls with protein
for the foil wrap protection
setting fire to flames with a sulphur leather cuff.

Provoking Animals with Political Buttons

Kick out the pajamas with a full on tang hatchet
and the glorious sweet birds chirping over a concrete
saw. The jet-setters are all on scooters in this, the modern age.

Hibernation System

The earth is a great animal guilty of movement
because Cat Power is a good cop, making measured
having not shaved in a week. Free bird this.

Vanishing Point

If your friend calls from Hollywood
hung with a strut of imagination and thunder
purple flowers deck the halls of medicine, raunchily.

Tuesday, November 01, 2011

My Brightest Diamond

Monday, October 31, 2011

Ask Anyone Who Knows

If you sit on my chair
you'll see dozens of people
farming their instincts out of habit
on my lap, which is really only denim and flesh.
Killing time fudges things up,
makes the street appear smudged
like a film full of poorly lit jump-cuts,
all redundant and dull.
I might rub cream into a soft shoulder,
as though I had a shoulder
to rub cream into. Let the last
light of autumn bend shadows
around the block and thrust honeyed light
through the apartment at horizontal
angles. In the meantime, I'm going to dance around
like an ass clown in Brooklyn under a cavalcade
of really great things all fucking day.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

The William Forsythe Tape Ball That Rolled Under My Seat Last Night at BAM






















See below this entry for photo of tape balls on stage.

Friday, October 28, 2011

William Forsythe - I don't believe in outer space

Tonight at BAM!

Vegetable Ivory

The scent of mint
my toes curled under the desk
pure traffic muffles
quaint radiator music
my head the bone
is full of electric gray mush
thinking in word sparks
totally out to lunch
a vocabulary of silence
how remarkable to be a poet
and not trust a single word

Gerhard Richter, Painting

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Oakland

Wednesday Top 10

1) Stephen Mitchelmore's review of the recently published second volume of Samuel Beckett's letters here.

2) Paul Violi.

3) The Step Not Beyond - Maurice Blanchot.

4) Nietzsche and the Vicious Circle - Pierre Klossowski.

5) Nothing - Blake Butler.

6) Some Notes on Translation and on Madame Bovary - Lydia Davis, Paris Review # 198.

7) Jennifer L. Knox.

8) Mister Freedom.

9) Michael Portnoy.

10) Flax Seed Oil.

AZEALIA BANKS - 212 FT.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Tuesday Top 10

1) The Paris Review #198 (interviews with Nicholson Baker and Dennis Cooper).

2) Listening to Hugo Largo's "Drum" all morning.

3) The Best Allen Ginsberg Archival Site: Here.

4) Occupation.

5) The ghosts of St. Pancras.

6) Vague feelings of joy.

7) Donadio & Olson.

8) William Forsythe, Friday Night.

9) "Don't be disgusted, don't give up, don't be impatient if you do not carry entirely conduct based in every detail upon right principles; after a fall return again, and rejoice if most of your actions are worthier of human character." Marcus Arelius, Meditations.

10) "I must tremble if the possibility of play no longer attracts me." George Bataille, Le Coupable.

St. Pancras

Lucifer is the evening star
terrified I'm missing a word
standing on rain
I think

Monday, October 24, 2011

John Giorno

Thanks to Daniel Nester.

William Forsythe - I don't believe in outer space

Dodgy Bits

I'm having a great time remembering
to do things in the world like wash my dishes
while singing at the top of my lungs
or climbing the stairs to my apartment
with an easy graceful manner
that indicates I'm an expert at copulation
and respectful bodily affection.
There are days you lose all control.
Today, I'll command the dark
forces with a spirit of absolute
joyful intensity while serving others.
I'm having such a great time clinging to the world
that I forgot it is slipping away faster than I can remember
to do things before I'm all over the place.
In any case, it is Monday, I'm in Brooklyn,
and all vague menace has receded into
a rather amusing implication of joy
without the dodgy bits, for now.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Sunday Poem

The days of miracles
or the possibility of miracles
or even the fantasy of a single miracle
are coming to a close.
The skin around us is closing in.
From the shores of the departed
we'll find some solace in the glitter
dipped in our pores, all lucid
and unkempt we walk into
oblivion, the chairman of a big
dumb city stumbles past us, sure of nothing
but what comes next or that
something will happen next
to us: forever and ever, amen.

Allen Ginsberg

Jack Kerouac

Friday, October 21, 2011

Electric Mass

When I hear people talking about
personal disasters I think this is
going to happen to me someday,
be prepared
. Still, I occupy my
apartment like I'll live here forever.
Old movie tickets tucked inside
of a book by Apollinaire, in the back of the drawer
a secret scribbled note from a lover.
Like any of this will last, like I'll
walk down the stairs a million more
times to get the paper, or say hello
to one of the grumpy neighbors
just to watch them grunt half-heartedly.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Glee From Farm to Fridge

Let the stiff sun curl over
the bedspread. Slated blinds
hung low and leaky adjacent
to my crowded head. Clownish
and muted, bracketed lumps, a body
under the covers, breathing.
I will come into the room with my
arms and throat. In the medium
of the electric mechanism of delight
I rule. On the 6th floor some words
light up the room from the computer.
Don't doubt books with burlap covers.
A fist full of low cash. Then we take a hike,
feed a gull lobster bits, shake off
the blast of cold air, and get it on.

Unknown Mortal Orchestra - Nerve Damage!

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Great Weekend

Timing is everything is all you need to know.
While you are out shopping timing is still everything-
it is a game of inches. Big trucks make
the milk shudder in the jug. Big whoop.
The lace on your fatigues was set ablaze.
All the apples kinked up
(little faces with cloves stuck in them).
I constructed a surprise sunset from tinfoil and old magazines-
but you didn't notice. Further, a jar of marmalade went
bad with black mold. It was raining by the time
you came home and got arrested. The water
wouldn't support your body
so we tethered hooks to your hips
and swung you around like an acrobat.
You said you were sick of my shit.
There we were, all three of us: William, Charlie,
and me. It's good you're here. When you fell
asleep I wrote something on your forehead
backwards so you could read it
in the mirror. I hope you'll be around
next weekend.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Tuesday Top 10

1) Melancholia - Lars Von Trier
2) Live in Europe 1967 - Miles Davis Quintet
3) Helvetica - Gary Hustwit
4) Gerhard Richter at Tate Modern
5) Black Chambray - Mister Freedom
6) I don't believe in outer space - William Forsythe (at Brooklyn Academy of Music)
7) Bong Poems - Adam Maynard
8) Moon Duo
9) Pomander, Patchouli and Opopanax
10 Bois Morocain - Tom Ford

Monday, October 17, 2011

Fancy Door

Attention Please

We are kind of a big deal
standing in the street
rattling brains to provoke
and I do mean provoke.
The sun is sharp blue
coma steady and ruthless.
In an effort to establish
more security within the day
I have replaced the bones
in my body with red jelly.
Now I can fold over
and out of myself.
Peppermint toothpaste
in my veins. Those goddamn
birds with the names of stars
render the sky all but useless
to the hovering few.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Beach House

A good jet-lagged morning for Beach House.


XO

Friday, October 14, 2011

Adam Maynard & Todd Colby Reading at IBID Projects Gallery 10.13.11.










Wednesday, October 12, 2011

One More Reading in London

A reading
with Todd Colby & Adam Maynard
on Thursday, October 13
at 7PM, sharp.
Marianne Vitale's sculptures will be on view
on all three floors.
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IBID Projects Gallery
35 Hoxton Square
London N1 6NN, UK

London, Today






Tuesday, October 11, 2011

London, Tonight

All in one night: I saw the performance artist Danai Anesiado at David Roberts Art Foundation, then went to a pub with my dear friend Mary, and new friends, the artist Tom Benson (whose knowledge of London and its history is utterly fascinating) and writer/critic/professor Joel Vacheron, then on to a smoky birthday party for IBID Projects Gallery owner Magnus at Groucho's (one of those private London Clubs), and finally the night ended with a sweet ride across town on the upper deck of a double decker bus. London, I love you.