Thursday, August 20, 2015

Todd Colby & Bobby Byrd at Dia Art Foundation

Monday, August 17, 2015

The Scolfield



The Scolfield with writing honoring a hero of mine, David Markson, is out now.
I have 4 new poems in this inaugural issue. Also included: Scott Cheshire, Jenny Offill, Amelia Gray, Ann Beattie, and Matthew Daddona (among many others).

Click here for The Scofield.

“Was it really some other person
I was so anxious to discover,
when I did all of that looking,
or was it only my own solitude
that I could not abide?”

DAVID MARKSON, WITTGENSTEIN’S MISTRESS

Friday, August 14, 2015

A Day

In The Strand Bookstore I
forgot about time, so I zipped outside
onto Broadway, but then I got distracted by a big tin
tube of foam insulation on the S.W. corner
of 12th and Broadway. At first I thought it was a broken silver vat
of pale yellow custard. From there I hustled over to 13th Street
to Souen for a blueberry
scone that tasted good because it was fresh.
I walked down University Place thinking,
"I am eating this scone so fast that I could choke on it."
Washington Square Park, too many memories
there, an anxious place for me.
Back to Broadway onto East 4th Street past the building
where Tower Records used to be. One morning
I saw Keith Richards getting out of a cab
at dawn in front of that building. I was coming back
from the gym. I remember thinking I would
invite Keith up to my apartment on East 6th Street to wake
my brother up, who was living with me at that time.
I really thought I could make
that happen right then and there. But Keith
was gone in a flash -- from limo
to building entrance. He appeared and disappeared
so quickly that I thought I'd imagined it, but I
did, in fact, see Keith Richards on East 4th Street
on a lovely spring morning in 1988.

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

The Northern Kingdom

Drunken Boat - Home

Tuesday, August 04, 2015

St. Vincent - These Days

Spiritualized - Sway

The Breeders - Off You

Friday, July 31, 2015

Bouncy

The walnut table is
wobbly. My rib hurts
where I bumped into a chair.
The coffee is rich and luxurious.
Someone is pounding something
out on the street. The air
feels sweet and moist and laden
with particulate matter. Somewhere
a machine is humming. My bare feet
feel sticky on the wood floor.
A paper towel crumpled into
a ball opens back up slowly.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Thursday Top 5

1) The crazy rain falling right now.
2) The Diaries of James Schuyler.
3) William Basinski - Disintegration Loops III, Dip. 4.
4) The crazy thunder & sizzle of rain -right now- over William Basinski.
5) She thought I said Dunkin Donuts instead of Drunken Boat.