Friday, December 26, 2014

Telling Ghost Stories

Yelling ghosts.

The Fall - Totally Wired - NYC, 1981

Jean-Michel Basquiat

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Merry Christmas

here: spd

Saturday, December 20, 2014


There's more than one way
to strip away all that
is lovely. It pleases the master
to fill his lungs with the chill
that makes the weather super realistic.
Personally, I wish to comfort you for the people.
Perhaps I'll find a wide whale corduroy
suit for you to be handled in.
Sunday opens to me a bit.

Monday, December 15, 2014

Future Storms

As you approach the resting spot
practice good footing.
Once you find the stream
nestle next to it on your side.
There, you will feel an exquisite
sense of moving along.
An interrupter is not well-liked.
Avoid a collision course with fancy,
but keep the emerald rods for hoarding.
All days are ruthless and mathematical
days. The city speaks for itself.
Get something from the trunk and get evolved.
A spray mist and a lozenge deliver
the expanded stance. An eagle,
some bird.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Sprightly Daze

It should come as no surprise
that I am baffled by your message.
The sprightly daze you spoke about being in
during the meeting made me lower my expectations
for the third quarter where things look about
as elegant and refined as a butcher shop.
That isn't to say I like you,
it's just that I've become an expert
at making my displeasure look alluring.
Chalk it up to evolution and weariness.
I think it was you who said any mistake
can be corrected as long as one has
the appropriate tools to cover them up.
You can't rank what's lacking a publicist.
Meanwhile, weary consumers shuffle back into the dark
where people are just dying to hear
about your Christmas plans.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Jane Freilicher 1924-2014

Photo by John Jonas Gruen

Also: John Ashbery on Jane Freilicher here.

Tuesday, December 09, 2014

Rub It

If you could smell this
you'd be as a happy as a clam.
Fact: civets are called "toddycats" in English.
You know what? It's always time and it's never not.
Everyone understands what I am struggling with.
The day opens with a shit ton of boxes,
a lot of people, and at the end:
a little reading.
Tara is reading Razor's Edge.
My father gave me that book when
I graduated from High School.
I didn't read it right away.
Then one day a few years later, I read something
positive that William S. Burroughs
had written about Somerset Maugham.
That was my prompt. I'm grateful to my father
for giving me that book. I mean, it was thoughtful.
Kaki King plays guitar really well.
There's sand in the water and everyone has
dirty fingernails. It's so cold I see you frown.
I'll rub it in your crowd.

Saturday, December 06, 2014

Dorothea Lasky & Todd Colby

Dorothea Lasky & Todd Colby

This Sunday,
December 7th at 5PM

Zinc Bar
82 W 3rd St

Wednesday, December 03, 2014

Paris: Staging Interruptions (Stream of Life)

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Tuesday, December 02, 2014

Word on the Street

The risk of going it alone
sends a signal, like an ignited flare
in a Volkswagen Beetle can get someone's
attention. It's in the details. A year
and a day ago a hiker photographed a bear
before it killed him. If you can gauge the mood
of a crowd while thinking about being human,
so can a robot. All the world is pretending
to work. Don't open the door. I just want
to be alone with my shirt. 50,000 body cameras
record everything that the cameras point at.
I just got here. 400 years from now someone
will spell your name in jewels. Rub it in your
crowd. Thrill is a real issue.