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.

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.

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

From Corinna Belz’s new film:

GERHARD RICHTER PAINTING (2011) Official Trailer from Richard Lormand on Vimeo.

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 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

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 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

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.

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!

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 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

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.

Beach House

A good jet-lagged morning for Beach House.


XO

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

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

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.

Four Photos From Today in London

Oxfam Bookstore Reading

Oxfam Books and Music
91 Marylebone High Street
London, United Kingdom

Wednesday, October 12 · 7:00pm

See you there!

Mimi Goese & Ben Neill - Cusp

Gorgeous.

Concrete

Things stop when they hit concrete.
I notice the way the sun makes a remarkable
leap from the sky to the tops of my shoes.
In an effort to better stabilize the routine
of dreary episodic routine, I have positioned
myself within the realm of the real.
I butter my bread, drink cranberry juice,
and jump into the skin of the day.
When I open the door London is out
there waiting with a sense of something
bordering on lemony precision. Let me have some
of what you need me for. A long time
coming. Home with a basket of goodies.
Down on the farm with a length of rope:
you lift me up, you pull me in.

Lee Ranaldo's Occupy Wall Street Photos

Lee Ranaldo has a wonderful set of photos of the Occupy Wall Street protests going on right now in NYC. My favorite: the protester holding a sign that reads: "SHIT IS FUCKED UP AND BULLSHIT."
Simply click here.

Four Photographs from London, Today

Glenn Brown, "Little Death," 2000, oil on panel

Part of Frieze Week 2011, here in London

Mastering Cornish

Invigilant

A person whose job is to make sure people
do not fuck around with the art in an art gallery
is called an invigilant.

Some Photos from Marianne Vitale's Show at IBID Projects Gallery, London

In London with the French Artist and Agent Provocateur: ZEVZ

gzzglz.com

London, from my room in the Shoreditch House

Four Photographs from London, Today

United Kingdom

I can feel the inside of my head
and it is clumped up like avocado on toast.
Telepathy is so integral to mornings in London.
The people here speak with accents
I can imitate without being detected.
Simply, I am in a movie about an American
pretending to be British in the United Kingdom.
Brick Lane bystanders envelop
me with the coarseness of chapped lips.
A pillow with a chocolate on it
or the posh evening turn down
lend themselves to an overall sense of ease.
I am so used to leaning in front of someone
and muttering you suffer from pronation,
that even in The Tube I think: wrong shoes.
This city is by my side.

Reporting from London