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Month: January 2009
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Some great reading this morning. Alistair Noon’s Swamp Area hit me in all the right places. Cranking it up now. Thank you Alistair and Intercapillary Editions.
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cutting thick slabs of Polish Christmas hameating prawn cocktail crispshanging laundryprinting official transcript requeststrying to ignore the dust moteslooking at the cover of Roberto Bolano’s The Savage Detectivesthinking of watching The Wiretrying not to think about evening ESOL classwondering about the sore on left side of tongueignoring the morning dishesthinking about communitythinking about the continuous…
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here is another fab interview with the poet Abraham Smith. Body energy indeed. Think Sean Bonney and Abraham Smith are distant blood brothers. Although Sean Bonney’s work is much different on the page and takes on different areas thematically, it is their approach in terms of performance that has similar exuberant effects. check it: Abraham…
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i’m cleaning up this blogthere is too much stuffperhaps it is also time to shave my headget it nice and simplea simple headgorgeousmarvelousa new head tripcommunity community communitywhat do we mean?the banking communitythe poetry communitybank on The Canonbank on yon mini poetry celebrityI don’t know what everyone elsehas to sayI haven’t said anythingI don’t know…
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A very interesting interview with Anne Waldman and Stacy Szymaszek about the Poetry Project at St. Marks church in the Bowery. The history. The community building. The future. NY School poetry, of course, and also much more. One of my favourite places in the universe. The Openned reading series in London has the potential to…
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so much writing out there. In the good book they say to sort the wheat from the not-wheat. texts are multiplying at increasing rates. I have heard the distinction between innovative and mainstream no longer holds sway. At least in America with so many soft surrealists and mags and blogmags popping up everyday. The Fence…
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next month my alien card for the United States of America will expire. my travel document expires along with it.
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there is a lot of noise out there. cultural production and self promotion and so on. Sometimes I want to be somebody but when I put a foot forward I feel like going below the lines again. In shortas alwaysI want simplicity and perhaps like most (all?) writers I wonder about writing. Whether there is…
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One of my favourite presses is having a book launch this Friday. Looks like a very interesting book. Here is the announcement: Paul Griffiths: LET ME TELL YOUSo: now I come to speak. At last. I will tell you all I know…. These are the words of Ophelia at the beginning of this short novel:…
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I changed my big coat for a rain jacket. The rain jacket is slim and fits nicely on my upper body. It is a bit warmer in London. Consequently this makes me feel lighter. I am happy feeling simple. I teach my tongue as a foreign language.
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Tales to Tell
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Golden Handcuffs Review
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It turns out Placebo is actually part of Alien Memory Machine. It is not a new manuscript. Spent 7 hours revising Alien Memory Machine. Line breaks, forms, rearranging lines and poems in the manuscript and adding Placebo to the manuscript. The manuscript is not quite finished. I mainly have to revise and add poems to…
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Found some interesting reviews and musings online by this British poet (who lives and teaches in China): Martin Stannard 1 Martin Stannard 2
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on their way to Smithfield’s market, -2, stuck shepherds, on the green, 5 minutiafrom the common land, cats will lick u raw, bottle cutting stuck lips, some really nice people, newly installed clicking spiders T junction the spiritual, diverse outposts, spot announcements, lanked out of here in 008 and 009, the biggest urban shopping in…
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Gaza and the Ghetto In September 1939, Nazi Germany invaded Poland in what it termed initially a “defensive war”. The invasion was in part justified by the Nazi desire to reunify what it considered historic German territory and to claim Lebensraum for a race that considered itself superior to those that surrounded it in Central…
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the sun came out today in London. The blue skies smelt like North Carolina. I went looking for wooden porches but found red brick houses. Liverpool made it to the next stage. I have been thinking about frames. Interchangeable frames. Moving frames. Pictures and sounds. Hush puppies. My mind is not so disconnected from my…
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A need for order drives me to write. A need to map to frame to make the hidden manifest. To give flesh. The body manifest. To tap into my others. To become aware of how I am languaged. To dialogue with language itself. I moved away from specialized theory driven discourses because I felt it…
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I have almost finished reading Gabe Gudding’s Rhode Island Notebook. Gabe’s book has opened up possibilities. Specifically place and history, including personal history. It is an expansive book with lots of boxes within boxes. A journey of consciousness and the practice of awareness. Of being awake. There is a rhythm to traveling. Rhode Island Notebook…
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Sent off some of the section “Return to the city” to literary mags last night. They were revised. Took the rough drafts off the blog. I dreamed of North Carolina last night after watching True Blood all day. True Blood takes place in Alabama. I miss the south. New ms Placebo (so far): films and…
Never Mind the Beasts 