Thursday, March 29, 2007

why am i not a member of the team? i used to be a team member of this here ho-down.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007


this is now the *d*i*m*l*a*b* video-blog. at age 8, this was my favorite movie.

probably why i liked this movie

i sort of want to watch this movie again now. i know it is melodramatic and about the middle/upper class and for the middle/upper class but i probably like melodrama and i'm probably a class sell-out.


Thank you Will. How is everybody? Good? I will soon have money again. I will fix my car. I will buy new pants. I will make good foods. You should all come and visit now. We can make good food. It will be good.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Cat's Cradle

just re-read cat's cradle w/ sarah as a go-to-sleep kind of thing over the course of a few weeks & what's interesting to me is the amount of plot & foreshadowing built into this book, with the ice-9 & each member of the narrator's "karrass" drawn all together for the inevitable end-of-the-world ending. is it me or does vonnegut end all of his novels w/ some kind of disaster...the end of gravity...people becoming seals on the galapogos islands...etc... the end of kilgore trout. i hadn't read it for some years and had forgotton all of that, anyway.

i think maybe catch 22 next, again, or finish off kenneth koch's collected. just read The Boiling Water today to S. & it was very good. i'm having difficulty having patience w/ poetry lately.

feeling like its time to take a stab at don quijote. been sitting next to my bed since x-mas.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007


has accepted one of my stories for the upcoming issue. I'll keep you posted. I really need to send stuff out more often.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

haiku lab

i am not my own
phrenologist kit closet
instead i eat lambs

pet food cereal
venereal pyromani-
ac i am fifteen

eating fingers is
like some kind of flower or
butcher blanket blood

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

some haiku

clouds & aerosol
change the properties of ice
mirror energy

colored in winter
like coal, snow may last longer
such arctic silence

this ethanol mouth
whispering solar kisses
so many trees, burned