Friday, August 06, 2004
Read Mark Lamoureux and Christopher Rizzo's collaborative poem Grim Little on the subway this morning. If I were capable of any more subtle or detailed critical judgment than "Rock!," I would give it. But it does rock. And it has shiny green staples, which I found weirdly inspiring.
Lots of great soundplay, and disorienting, whirling imagery. Whee!
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Donde esta el blog de
Daniel Nester? I haven't been able to reach it for days.
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Bonk!
Inspiration hits, like a fallen coconut.
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Thursday, August 05, 2004
Have a weird mix of flarf, backwards writing, and haX0r-speak. I'm in sort of a rut lately, trying to force myself to write a poem a day, but I'm not sure that "inspiration" is what I'm getting . . .
T4ng3r33n Tr0uz0rz
Download it for experience points, digital
Walk through the city's eternal market,
heel-tap humming mediated by car horn,
garments swinging on the outdoor.
Ain't no thing if you ain't got that
Wiffle-bat hustle and slick bustle bustle
Bright pants catching the data cell eye,
Accouterment of a sidewalk sale
Color wheel spun crazily outwards
Mouse tail spun wide, cursor pointing
a message from beyond the cytoplast:
Click to enter the tangerine trousers.
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Read any good books lately?
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Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Please to be having an uncertain poem, culled from randomly stabbed words in Bartlett's Quotations.
Last Laugh
The trumpet. Well it is that war
and soldiers interrupted, shimmered
yesterday in the huge world of age,
sex, of craftiness, these two halves --
your Cleopatra, your atomic bomb.
Our lady of the funeral marches,
already old, at that certain age where
lamps go out. Ring her out, if you will;
I'll warrant she'll prove the ruling
Passion, time and again. But in this
Next race, love, why not back
My laughing heart? To fish and seals
Humor may be prelude to self-destruction,
A cat's laugh, curious, and not represent
The hope and modesty, unselfishness
To build again, survive. But they're not
The ones who can rule, destroy, reform
The world, who do. That's the laugh.
And only we deserve it.
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Ha! I love
Shafer's crayon beard.
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Whoops. You can't use PayPal to purchase one of my wee chapbooks. Alack. I lost my credit card and had to cancel the account. So until a new credit card wings its way to me, if you are dying for a Calamity/Calamity Annex book, you should just send me an email about it, and we'll work something out...
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Monday, August 02, 2004
Last night, I got to know my presidential pets. It was very good, except for the part where I was served a kosher roof tile. Everyone enjoyed my sad attempts to devour it, however, although I later brushed aside their request that I adopt the remaining parts as a mascot or pet. I heard that my tiger poem was read in Boston, and that I have thusly achieved something like regional fame. Hooray!
Okay, now back to work.
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Sunday, August 01, 2004
In other news, the world is truly munificent. After oh, almost a year, I finally found a place near my house that sells
Ting.
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In honor of my finally getting a photo taken of the cover for Calamity/The Calamity Annex, and setting up the little PayPal button so all you poetry lovers can plunk down some cash for my verses (or whatever), the color scheme of this blog has changed to match the color scheme of the chapbook. So fancy!
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