June 11, 2008
FYI
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May 27, 2008
April 5, 2008
The folks at the 92nd St Y Blog were not only kind enough to link to my post reviewing Anne Carson’s performance last week, but also to alert me to the fact that there is (of course) Video Documentation of the event as well. I’m really glad of this. Enjoy.
April 5, 2008
Publishing in hierarchical forms–
Open:
[Read:form]
The land, when it is new, the farmer rolls his yellow marble towards a question, the horizon.
Long shadows row the crops like blinds.
This, he will tell the wife, is how we will know of dark
as the ball turns black, shuttling towards the distance.
Publish:
[Read:save]
Has your work yet been saved? Says the farmer’s wife–
The orchards of code, when they sleep, are they tended nightly with prayer?
The disappearing light is physical.
[Open. Form. Save. Amen.]
April 4, 2008
During the commute home tonight, I tried to come up with an intentionally bad line of poetry:
The apple screams where you took a bite out of it.
Success.
April 2, 2008
FRANK SINATRA, holding a glass of bourbon in one hand and a cigarette in the other, stood in a dark corner of the bar between two attractive but fading blondes who sat waiting for him to say something. But he said nothing; he had been silent during much of the evening, except now in this private club in Beverly Hills he seemed even more distant, staring out through the smoke and semidarkness into a large room beyond the bar where dozens of young couples sat huddled around small tables or twisted in the center of the floor to the clamorous clang of folk-rock music blaring from the stereo. The two blondes knew, as did Sinatra’s four male friends who stood nearby, that it was a bad idea to force conversation upon him when he was in this mood of sullen silence, a mood that had hardly been uncommon during this first week of November, a month before his fiftieth birthday.
REMINDER: my birthday is about a month away. Please see my Amazon wishlist for gifts. Books are, as always, preferred. No Canadian flags please.
April 2, 2008
April 2, 2008
Saving the best for last. Enjoy these “Muppet Show bloopers”.
April 1, 2008
I’ve long held the sense that our culture stews in desperate want; a want of the hilarious, the pointless, the pointedly hilarious–something the British articulate, like alcoholism, in virtually every level of social discourse: the breezy calculation of the phrase turned thusly, the joke practical, or im’; even the occasional smart alec quip: these are, to the American sensibility, relics of another time, a different national character.
Check out this recent video of an American child publicly beaten for playing a joke.
