immigrating back to where you come from . . .

Cold toes and cold hands in Wood Green. Trying to save on heating. Smashing Time is done and needs to find a home. I am 60 pages into Nerve Movie (poems written during my commute on the underground from Wood Green to Hammersmith then Hammersmith to Richmond). When I first came to London in 2008Continue reading “immigrating back to where you come from . . .”

in progress from fractured burps

Opening the Eyelid (for David Rattray) ripped by rum and oranges we’ll picnic here there’s no difference between homecoming and going God’s whiskers on Jesus skin I have an inside to my outside fireflies in a leaf filtred limelight thereby fulfilling a prophecy every moment empty space shines  bathtub rings I think of your childrenContinue reading “in progress from fractured burps”

crunching numbers second draft

Crunching Numbers the price of beans of which I am constitutedthe dude behind all that raintime has this shadow check this dog a boneevery man jack gets to be a wife the statessomewhere does a sky bend into lassitude a full court press into high hips into a form fitting sheetnew jack sexthunder puddlesin Wood Greenno pev no gup yanoContinue reading “crunching numbers second draft”

ongoing from Fractured Burps manuscript . . . first draft

Crunching Numbers an earcheck  breath from a hooded hook no pev no  gup ya part of a slipper  they call it a gulf time has this shadow  sometimes a chant the dude behind all that rain check this dog a bone every man jack gets to be a wife  the price of beans of whichContinue reading “ongoing from Fractured Burps manuscript . . . first draft”

Reading a lot of Philip Whalen and Kenneth Koch

Friday night. A week drawing to a close. Indian stomach rumbles again from the buffet. Settling in with some ginger tea and reading some plays of Kenneth Koch collected in The Gold Standard. Leaning over bed in this small North London room to type on laptop which rests on a foldable chair. Will return toContinue reading “Reading a lot of Philip Whalen and Kenneth Koch”

copulating and happy with NY School Poetry

I just received Joe Brainard’s I Remember in the post today. I am sure many folks have read it. I am late to the game. It is a classic of conceptualism and NY School Poetry. I am sure the French writers have already been influenced by it. It seems NY School Poetry has much moreContinue reading “copulating and happy with NY School Poetry”