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xxx/xxx: I THOUGHT EVERYTHING WAS GOING TO BE OKAY FROM NOW ONThe surgeon's saw: all the livelong night. I lay coins on my eyes. Eh? What dream?
poem dedicated to accuracy for Chall Gray
Penulis : Unknown on Thursday, 26 April 2007 | 14:50
Thursday, 26 April 2007
xxii/xxx: QUATRAINS THAT EXACTLY TRANSCRIBE MY EMOTIONAL MATRIX FOR FUTURE HISTORIANSha ha ha ha oh shit ha ha jeezgoddamn fuck sigh sigh sighha ha ha oh wait no wait don'tyes ok wow that's hot that's hotthat's um wait oh mmm mmm shitsigh sigh sigh ha ha oh waitgoddamnit ow shit okay mmmmman oh jee
can we hurry up with this cloning bit?
Thursday, 26 April 2007
Let's say I took some DNA off my knuckle and used it to make a small, productive army of interns. That would be nice. I would like that.In the meantime, author, chef and cool person Kelly Spitzer was kind enough to profile me in her Writer Profile series two days before my birthday. I am embarrasse
ridiculous lowrider song for Kelly Spitzer
Penulis : Unknown on Tuesday, 24 April 2007 | 14:45
Tuesday, 24 April 2007
xviii/xxx: TAKE A LOW, SLOW RIDE WITH MEv1Country singers die in the back of classic cars.Chisel flingers lie about the necks of spastic whores.Gristle eaters try not to suspect their pasta drawers.Whistle needers cry and find the flecks of silence poor.chorusTake a low, low ride with me.Take a low
currant apricot bread
Penulis : Unknown on Monday, 23 April 2007 | 23:29
Monday, 23 April 2007
If you read this blog, you probably already read Tao Lin's, but if you don't, you should read this essay of concrete language and logic and some productive ideas for solutions.Also, re: NaPoWriMo. I know. I know. I will finish. I have it all lined up. It may came in a slurry. A flurry? Something li
bad tom waits song imitation napowrimo surprise
Penulis : Unknown on Thursday, 19 April 2007 | 15:00
Thursday, 19 April 2007
xvii/xxx: WARS AND WELLSHandsome as an axThrough a history of ice. Scribble your condolences;I wrote your number down on mine.I lent a drag of Lucky StrikeTo the son of Jesus Christ.Marigolds and piccolosBeen bothering me all night.Everyone's so friendly here:It's a beggar's hand's wet
blame K Silem Mohammad
Penulis : Unknown on Wednesday, 18 April 2007 | 12:44
Wednesday, 18 April 2007
xvi/xxx: DEAR CUTE-TUSHED, JUBILANT, RESOURCEFUL AND PARADOXICAL HUMAN BEINGS: THIS POEM IS WORSE THAN MARMITERyan sautéed me some fine-ass crepes. (And I've hadme some squirrel, big thumbs downtown to that!)Sure my family grew up loving on their potato latkes,Romaine Lettuce, dog bones, reporters
sleek taste of napowrimo failure muffins & successful birthday song
Penulis : Unknown on Sunday, 15 April 2007 | 18:33
Sunday, 15 April 2007
NaPoWriMo #14 and #15 are suspended while I recover from a nasty cold. In the meantime, my sister Holly's birthday is tomorrow, April 16th. She lives in Arcata, CA. I wrote a poem for her college graduation: This You as a Wolf With Wings.And here is the best song about sisters ever, I think:Happy b
"There's only one rule that I know of, babies -- God damn it, you've got to be kind."
Penulis : Unknown on Thursday, 12 April 2007 | 11:20
aggressive myth invention
Penulis : Unknown on Tuesday, 10 April 2007 | 22:07
Tuesday, 10 April 2007
I think I'm trying to break this blog's record for most posts in a single day. My new monologue is up at Juked: "And the Shoes on the Cables Are There For the Angels."Thank you for reading if you decide to read. You may have already read this in an older form, since it was on the blog not too long
Joe Massey and disembodied voices
Tuesday, 10 April 2007
In case you missed it, Joe Massey had a bunch of cool people call into his blog .. and me. Go listen if you have listening time in your satchel.
verb modification poem for Elisa Gabbert
Penulis : Unknown on Sunday, 8 April 2007 | 21:40
Sunday, 8 April 2007
viii/xxx: HOW DARE YOU SAY HOW BEAUTIFULLY I SINGRaft pump in the TV hollow there, not so wecan frolic willy-nilly, but for living roomexpeditions. Here, no more graves:my manifest couch destiny. Solamente.Apricot tea, responsible cheese. Remotelyabandoning the concept of grace. Thereforedistant. S
non-word poem for Blake Butler
Penulis : Unknown on Saturday, 7 April 2007 | 21:18
Saturday, 7 April 2007
vii/xxx: FIRMLE ILLICHlers iz en mi enzeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeirk-en-day-lezen-fas.nuh meren zarumf.ner zaddle ef zeref zaddle ur fichlerz ez en mi enzoymer ir zen! mer ir zen!no meren zarumf.nag der un ner mahnesh nurf en val vulsh.fishalt zerk en mickvaladu.leerz ez en mi enzoy!leerz ez en mi enzoy!mirrr
gone but not gregorian
Saturday, 7 April 2007
I've spent a nice, musical morning with the following things:Richard Hawley -- M Ward crossed with '50s suit and tie and smoke ballads crossed with Britain.Fredrik Ståhl's "When People Go to Work I Go to Bed" -- Um, I kind of resemble this song.Hayward Williams -- Bark under your fingernails and bl
poetry mall
Penulis : Unknown on Wednesday, 4 April 2007 | 16:23
Wednesday, 4 April 2007
If you like small presses and small press poetry, check out Press Press Press, a new centralized blog shop for small poetry press purchases. Like Wal-Mart but without the bouncing face. Or, you know, the evil.
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