a mother and her daughter came to visit. It was a university campus. We went to a building called Cunning linguist. The mother pointed to a ski lift. We rode the ski lift and a sufi said welcome to BFI. We rode the ski lift through a jungle a sign read NEW TURKEY. We fell…

Just accepted the offer to teach at METU/ODTU in Ankara. Will leave in September. New frontiers coming. Maybe one book per country. Almost finished with my London ms. Poland ms (Godzenie) will appear in print soon. Still finishing up Korea (Alien Memory Machine). Never mind the beasts (the United States) is making the rounds at…

Google’s assault on writers’ copyright … Google and greed

last year in Ireland.

I am interested in exploring the relationship between poetry/place. In particular, the attempt to strip down language to a documentary poetics (or perhaps an observational poetics) and a radical subjectivity. I have attempted to explore my own subjectivity and its relationship to an alien location in Godzenie (written while living in a coal mining region…

got good info from my friend Josh about METU in Turkey. He taught there for a few years. I met Josh in grad school 10 years ago. MA in English program at Western Washington University near Seattle. Now he is doing a phd in Indiana in Turkish studies. Americanism in Turkey. He is getting fluent…

Friend and fellow poet Brian Howe’s Darkness Party Setting me right on this windy crazy London Monday!

Am I an anarchist trapped inside the body of a capitialist?

Spain is out. Never really felt in. Got job offer to teach at Middle East Technical University in Ankara, Turkey. Maybe for one year and then return to the UK. I want a base. The UK could be my homebase. Till Wednesday to make a decision. Applied to over 100 jobs in the UK but…

BlazeVOX 2k9 Late Spring 2009 Now online: BlazeVOX mag

do i use my intuition to justify my logic or my logic to justify my intuition?

so got a job offer to teach 9-14 year olds English in Murcia area of Spain. Near the coast. 1300 EUR a month. Awaiting possible interview with Middle East Technical University in Ankara, Turkey. If I get the university gig in Anakara it should be around 1000 EUR a month. And then there is London…

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we were glad our skin had been broken the heads were cut from defenders 150 women of the castle over-whelmed by steaks of fire we were reduced to nature’s garb there is trouble in my bosomthe blind prophet had a squintbound into the boundless on this blank sheet of paper the mythopoetic cabbage it’s summer…

a lonesome hymnin perpetual motion suffering and solacein the praxis of living a paradise of blemishes what we said was notwhat we wantedwhat was waitingforever, undiscovered this is a spacerace

from Mr. Spicer: “I died again and was reborn last night / That is the way with we mirror people / Forgive me, I am a child of the mirror and not a child of / the door. “

Some interesting readings on the blog and in the journal. Check it out: noo journal blog noo journal magazine

Unnecessary quotation marks

an ongoing project T H E D A I L Y F I L T H poets writing 1 poem a day for the month of April The Daily Filth

Acton Town (West London) to be seen rightto the shagged edge the action is leaving us craning for the corpsesthe college of good industrythe collage of what comeswhat may comma comasometimes densesometimes a new citynot a wry gamblesay say I’m bestforgotten say sayto be seen a love catchno dogs no cyclingdon’t climb the fencedon’t climb…

Shepherds Bush (West London) the biggest urban shopping blooms or bustsmay yr head not turn the other waymay your brain not be boxedmay the ass be asked before bumpingbefore being bruised on the soft seats of the undergroundmay you be well for the imaginationmay you no longer be sick from the rumorsmay you may you…

nor dust thouknow wherethou artto be in this world oh hair let downoh wet head you cannot go swimming andlook after yourclothes let us chilllike childrenin great disorderand much disdainfor chores this thy didstin joy whilstthou wertliving

A personal perspective on Bob Cobbing

I am revising Godzenie. 1st proofs from Blazevox came the other day. it is coming together. I am getting happier and happier with it. I’m having fun again and feeling lighter. Peed with Sean Bonney behind a tree in Hyde Park. Thinking about writing. Re-reading old blog entries from four to five years ago in…

new poem for Godzenie I’ll tell you about Godzenie the reconciling of marvelousmachines that stampour heads bricksfrom a blown-uppost-office flutteringletters a twistedmetal sculpture here’s the kick our tunefor the endless egg the hills that tracethe fall don’t everget famous bodiesbound by sand the morbid sentencecalled out of hearing dictation for the blue revolution that infinite…

Skype interview is next Friday. Got the date wrong. Take off my shirt now. Do some writing :-)

10 min until the interview . . . in good news MY MANUSCRIPT GODZENIE, WRITTEN WHILE LIVING AND WORKING IN THE INDUSTRIAL CAPTIAL OF POLAND, HAS BEEN ACCEPTED FOR PUBLICATION BY BLAZEVOX :-) YIP YIP!!!

Well, I am more sure now. Poetry and writing are number one. It is the one thing that can keep me whole, sane, mindful. Everything else falls away, eventually. What I mean by poetry is very broad however. I don’t just mean the books I read and the words that I place on the page.…

Signals magazine

what do you think oh think in yr mini Viennathrough any window piss is raining from the skysons and daughters ninety times out of a hundred piss on the streets with knapsacks & immigrant mulletsit is easy to put a hole in the ground and make a great pisswhat’s seen is sucked away and what…

37. I was raisedunder the stands under theimmovablestars forever alienon my brownow this eyetwitch this pastelnight what is is

38. Everything has gone white blindingwhite there is notunnelthere is onlythis the brain weaves a strange kind of music and our bodiesseem unable to forgetthe memory of what it feels liketo be properly seen all I have said is truly a conversation with light as a shadow puppet among the living we can find breathing…

Sounds Rite

Sent some poems from Alien Memory Machine over to The Beehive and they reshuffled them by some kind of algorithm or human hands? Must be read aloud to affect and make effects. There are patterns (of sound and chunking and repetition). Some new sense follows I think. Check it: The Beehive

Characteristics of teaching English in FE colleges The course is generally delivered by a very limited number of staff, including part-time and sometimes temporary staff. Staff in FE have heavy teaching loads, across all levels. A typical week for a full-time member of staff includes 24 hours of teaching, which may be in several different…

Of Our Cranial Love for the Lion we were reading toward Bethlehem suffice it to say we were tired elephants we were reading toward Bethlehem we were reading toward Bethlehem with wet blankets looking for new insurrections suffice it to say religion stinks but really we were reading toward Bethlehem we did not want the…

Revising manuscript Never Mind the Beasts. Quite a bit different than my current work. A lot of the poems were published in journals like Backwards City Review, Columbia Poetry Review, Conduit, Diagram, Effing Magazine, Forklift Ohio, Shampoo, Spork Magazine, Talisman etc. And read at Lucifer Poetics events. Might send it out in a few months.…

II. Castle without King after the leaving I shaved my headmy words squared off I shaved my headin dialogueI found the pure joy of plumbers V. Hotel of Lost Light When hair covers the face like a tent of images.When tires are broadcast in treble. O, brother we are lost in a room with buckled…

From Who Sleeps with Who There is no deciding what breaks. My eyes take forever to adjust. The hard fish. A Bielsko Biala summer. Hand in hand. Immediate heartbreaking magical combinations of the fragmented. Be bolder Sisyphus. What are we humming? Like bedded with unlike. What bed doth rock our bones? A moan under the…

Excellent video here. Fascinating interview and performance of concrete poetry: Bob Cobbing

Sir magazine

A great mix of bands playing in the back of a London black cab. Just listened to My Morning Jacket and Death Cab for Cutie. many many bands!!! Black Cab Sessions

From the North American section. This one takes found language from the serial Queer as Folk. Each poem takes its title from the main shooting location of the North American serial or horror film. Rough draft as always on this blog. Pittsburgh Queer as folk seemto the Canadiandollar he wouldnot have beenpart of it asone…

Moving Pictures has three sections: 1) Wonderland (A serial poem from South Korea) 2) London (poems written at or near tube stations since May 2008) 3) North America (poems moving through around with American serials and horror films) Alien Memory Machine: One long serial poem. 44 sections so far.

Waterloo (South London) Some of the valves are working harder. Than. They should.Hold yr horses. Perk up. He leansnearer toying with his clips. the sexless life of childhood I needto go and do something nerdy. Leaning intothe rancid. Sugarpackets square unstainedtable wood. Clean. Protestant.Choke cherry. I’m movingaway from the conveniences.

I want more intimacy. More play. More direct contact with in the flesh humans. The dishes are staring at me. I am sticky and need to shower.

fascinating report on BBC radio: Another History of English Poetry

awareness

Hermit Kingdom (complete. renamed Wonderland. Revised and incorporated into Moving Pictures) Resident Alien (complete and renamed Alien Measures) Never Mind the Beasts (complete. partially abandoned. partially incorporated into Wonderland) Godzenie (99% complete) Moving Pictures (85% complete) Alien Memory Machine (I have no idea when the serial will end)

Waterloo (South London) Every night you do you puton a new costume I’d thinkyou’d really like the disciplineI’m trying to workthat out he mustbe quite gooddecide what levelyr at. Sauna. Completely.You’re not allowedany gals don’t gettoo close nowwe’re workingtogether it’s oneof those sports. I’m crap. Tantrum.The sexless life of childhood.Some of the valves are working…

the stick of a blind human

anxiety does not equal passion

I am, and I know this is a cliche, happiest in the NOW!!! I am afraid of making some money and getting comfortable and turning into a middle class humpty dumpty. I want to go out with a bang. If sooner sooner rather than later with no mind or teeth!!!

Some interesting mags and readings coming from or energized by Naropa and her students: Monkey Puzzle In Stereo Press

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A performance at Nightlight, in Chapel Hill NC, as part of the 919 Noise showcase. Featuring Brian, Ashley, Wyatt, Wyatt, Ryan, Cameron, and Josh. The video was shot by Justine. Nightlight Performance

23rd Feb (English as a foreign language, intermediate, 15 students, Ealing and West London College) REPORTED SPEECH & DIRECT SPEECH The reading for today thieves attempt to steal diamonds from Millennium Dome caught by 200 police guns hidden in bin liners. Questions include: In the other story why did the criminal use a pen-knifeto cut…

A nice interview with some discussion of soft and hard surrealism: interview with Johannes Göransson Some visceral poetry and essays: Action Magazine

captain beefheart Lick my Decals Off Baby single malt whiskey cheap quiche Bergman’s the seventh seal to end the evening

22. transmission ahead the lipsmack of my Estruscan face scrappy connections and pacehalf blind in my Napoleonic hat eating skin bits pastels lick the starched shirtoverseered feminine elbows into you sentient humanitysigned up for dirt skirt gotta keep this natural thingcut the slavonics sage in the robust word muckdiaristic sherbert dip inceptive tang in the…

As Beehive Magazine ends its premiere week of publication, the tendency is to look forward rather than back. However, reflection is a necessary, and often difficult, process. During the past week, the question towards the point of Beehive Magazine has crossed the editor’s desk many times. What is Thee Beehive’s mission? This is a difficult…

shaved off the beard. drinking single malt Glenfiddich.

The very passionate poet (and manager of the fabulous West End Lane Bookshop in London) Mr. Graham gave me a free bonus book yesterday: Seeking Air by Barbara Guest. Jacket’s current issue focuses on Barbara Guest. So next week is Barbara Guest week for me!!! And a bit of Savage Detectives for the tube.

27 June 2004 moving moving moving This has been a week of moving prep. Tomorrow is the big moving day. My normal reading/writing schedule is way off track. So, hopefully monday I will have a new used powermac with new used studio crt monitor mac OS X and a new writing spot. I am eagar…

29. Syntax is sadistic and first rate grass hardens. I’m sick of proficient regrets and ach so I’m texting my way into a pre-emptive heaven which indeed is most modern.————————————————————————————————————What is heralded in the folkloric plomp of our text spume. Read the text but don’t answer the questions. Which image do you like the most?————————————————————————————————————Indivisible…

awesome passionate chats with Steve Wiley (poet and co-organizer of Openned reading series) and Graham (manager of West End Lane Books). Picked up: 1) Seeking Air by Barbara Guest2) Loop by John Taggart3) Don’t ever get famous essays on New York Writing after the New York School4) The Green Lake is Awake selected poems by…

the storynbc report

you are going to die

young hot pics of Tom Pickard and Susan Musgrave and Bill Griffiths and Gillian Clarke and Bob Cobbing and Geraldine Monk and Wendy Mulford and many more reading at the amazing Morden Tower, Colpitts and other exciting historic northern venues (round about the 1970’s) check it out historic poets

An interesting sexy interview with Ron Silliman over at the best american poetry blog: Ron Silliman loses his virginity

Wonderland (South Korea) Rumi and the fire chicken, circle dancing, mosh pits, meat on a stick, baskets, gangnam escorts, window shopping for women, barber poles with a surprise inside, plastic eyes, a serial love poem. Block 7A (Poland) Zory gone eliptical. Anielle Vogel. The erotics of small birds. A philosophy of blocks. Tribes of old…

It is very hard to imagine not existing. To imagine nothingness. Today is Jan 6th 2008. Two days of snow shut down London. Every time I roll up the blinds they roll back down. I’m looking for new ways to bring in the warmth. Fog headed and crawling among rocks.A rewiring is always on the…

1. performing childhood is something elsewhere light is a lonesome hymntouching commits to memoryrhetorical proof in perpetual motionlove’s unbroken compositionapproaching the furthest roomso tonight the gaps are gracedsuffering and solacein the praxis of living to speak back to stones there are visions in this mudpit totem mud and mythical speech a paradise of blemishes music…

12 more hours of revisions of first and last sections of Godzenie. Getting really close now . . . getting close to happy with this manuscript that has picked up bits and bobs from manuscripts in North Carolina. Think this is my first mature manuscript. Wonderland needed some rethinking but the last section written last…

The first section of Godzenie is called Wonderland. I have found a new way in. Revised completely. Four years ago I started working on Wonderland in Korea and now bears very little resemblance to that manuscript. The other sections written in Poland are also radically reworked. However, the Polish sections still bear the seeds (and…

snow snow snow in London. Buses cannot handle it. College closed so no classes to teach today. Maybe tomorrow. Nice to have free time to write but mostly bad since I am a temp worker paid by the hour. No holiday or sick pay. Also have midterm break in two weeks which is a whole…

issue 15 of Free Verse: A Journal of Contemporary Poetry & Poetics: Poetry: Peter Riley, Mark Irwin, Maurice Manning, G.C. Waldrep, Julia Hansen, F. Daniel Rzicznek, Vona Groarke and Molly Bendall. Supplement I: Fascicle of Poems by Franz WrightSupplement II: Blind Date: An Anthology of Argentinian Poets by Lliana Heer Interview: Laura Severin with Valerie…

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.

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…

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…

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…

next month my alien card for the United States of America will expire. my travel document expires along with it.

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…

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:…

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.

Tales to Tell

Golden Handcuffs Review

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…

Found some interesting reviews and musings online by this British poet (who lives and teaches in China): Martin Stannard 1 Martin Stannard 2

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…