Monday, June 30, 2014

Bryant Park Reading, July 8th, 7 PM (sharp)

Word for Word Poetry at Bryant Park welcomes The Song Cave!

From near and far, Song Cave poets are headed to NYC to read just for you on July 8 at 7 PM.

Come hear:

Todd Colby
Jane Gregory
Nate Klug
Sara Nicholson

This event is free and welcome to all.

Bryant Park
42nd Street at 6th Ave, New York, New York 10018

Starts promptly at 7.

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Cat Power - Bully

Instruction from Vintage Paradise

The handling of the product,
please deal with "Quality Labeling"
along the items mentioned after confirmation.
Because I measure one point of product
in our store stock, as for the size measurement,
there is a some a piece of one point case to be mixed up.
In our store, I check it before the arrival,
shipment elaborately and sell it.

Thursday, June 26, 2014


Travel Plans

I remember how I want to be forgotten,
leaving behind two hundred pomegranate juice drinks in a
refrigerated warehouse in bold never-ever-land. A house
built on a terrace of books would also be nice for
your family. "I'm more radically transparent," I'd say
to those gathered while the sun on my skin
would delete my clear body. It's not over
until Dolly Parton sings something. Before I disappear,
I want you to experience the combination of luxury and necessity
essential to your lifestyle and well-being.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Beach Towel

The throw over the bed is actually a beach towel
from Tunisia. On the radio in the other room
someone is playing a piano very dynamically.
I sold my black bike tonight. The sky in Brooklyn
felt like the sky in Paris for a bit today.
Broken French is all I have for you.
When a person or team wins at something three
times in a row, it's called a Three-peat.
I used Windex to wipe away the milk rings
on the aluminum table. How much incense is
too much incense? A veritable weather boon
for the past few weeks. Here along the Atlantic,
no one moves the right way anymore. Boring
leaflets and skunky blahs. The throw has tassels.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

Dear ____________,

Please have a look at the spigot below the shower head which leaks the entire time it is in shower mode. The shower mode spits out a very uneven trickle.

While here (and this may be related) the toilet is also flushing oddly of late. Please have a look while here.


Saturday, June 14, 2014

Paris, 6.1.14 - 6.8.14. (part 3)

Paris, 6.1.14 - 6.8.14 (part. 2)

Paris, 6.1.14 - 6.8.14. (part 1)

Friday, June 13, 2014

The Rolling Stones - Rocks Off. Film by Robert Frank

Wednesday, June 11, 2014


Mope King, you are numb to me,
your branches are fading in the
polluted twilight. Ripples cascade
over black water. The wreck is ornate
and speckled with garish jewels.

Auto-correct: that fissure is
blossoming on all you loved. Blink,
and the next one is gone, and all
who follow in their wake. To bells,
listen. Each of the people are gone.

Heady dim things. All the mustard
around them, all the medic cares
and their great secrets. The way
other minds work is a mystery to me.
The brain of a shell is golden, her moist.

Frank O'Hara

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

from the poem "Mayakovsky" in Meditations in an Emergency

Monday, June 09, 2014

Arthur Russell - Home Away from Home

Monday Poem

New York's rainy elbow nudges
me to the ground. The message is dégagé. I'm
out in the open, with my feet on a pillow
of wet concrete. People walk in the
weather in bright rubber boots
under black umbrellas. A car alarm
startles me in the ivory tower.
It looks like a supreme organism
is listing to one side. The cambered
elegance of a shark toy
on the subway stairs. Walk on the street
in something startling and blue.
I force a yawn to make my ears pop. Flight
is remarkable. Moving through time
and space from Place des Vosges to
Cobble Hill. Blurred, an overlay
of gray and green, with lines forming
words on the postcards I forgot to send.

Sunday, June 08, 2014

Max Jacob