It’s this crazy weather we’ve been having: Falling forward one minute, lying down the next Among the loose grasses and soft, white, nameless flowers. People have been making a garment out of it, Stitching the white lilacs together with lightning At some anonymous crossroads. The sky calls To the deaf earth. The proverbial disarray Of [...]
I might stare at the bookshelves all day. Or, too lazy to get up, I might just dip into the nearest book within arm’s reach, which happens to be a John Ashbery volume. Leisure. Or I can stare at those books on the shelf with the hope of summoning thoughts useful, revealing, confessional. The visible [...]
I might need to get out a little more. Not out of the house. I have sunburn and splotches of suntan in inexplicably random spots to prove that I get out of the house plenty. I need to get out of my way. Out of my life. Out of my (cliché alert!) comfort zone. My [...]
Last night I wrote ’til my hands hurt. I begrudgingly drew upon my life experiences, which seem insignificant to me, but which can tangentially summon observations on the nature of things, or so I came to believe in my self-satisfied pomposities. I suppose that leveraging one’s sense of self-importance is not entirely a bad thing. [...]
I spotted this 4-Star Telephone Exchange Name yesterday in the Carroll Gardens/Gowanus part of Brooklyn. A 4-Star Exchange Name Sighting is one in which the phone number has been publicly displayed at a place of business since the days of telephone exchange names, and where the phone number can successfully be translated into today’s area-code [...]
I was a click away from a long-planned trip to Baltimore. Then I looked at Streetview around the hotel I chose and said nah. Then I was off to D.C., but spontaneous trips to that mucky-aired dish-in-the-land cost too much for my needs. Then I re-considered Danbury, Connecticut, for to see Charles Ives’ burial site. [...]
when the music’s over. shut the snap on the useless travel satchel. until the end i see me in a hoary motel room pecking at a tiny keyboard, the text landing far away, deposited as evidence and ceaseless accumulation, invisible to me. I don’t want to see it. Like Dmitry Kolesnikov, the Russian naval officer [...]
I stayed inside most of today. It is hot, I feel hot. I slept very little last night and my eyes show bright white spots. A friend writes to say that a prominent video game maker has stolen a photo from this web site. And, you know what, it appears to be true. I do [...]
