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HEY FOLKS: THE YOU'VE-BEEN-DEAD-TWO-YEARS-AND-I-LOVE-YOU EDITION

2012-01-28T10:12:00.001-06:00

HEY FOLKS: Woo-Woo Edition

2012-01-26T23:04:00.002-06:00

Currently inviting interruption into the hermeneutic practice/circle and learning to sit with it, be with it, enter it, arrive at it. What is best for me is not best for everyone. I am not a blanket and my prescription not the cure. Sending that transmittance over radio frequency as far is it will go. I celebrate, but I do not idolize. Key.

HEY FOLKS

2012-01-26T12:06:00.001-06:00

What kind of person is a person who signs their emails "Cheers!" every single time.

HEY FOLKS: IDK WHAT THIS MEANS BECAUSE I JUST WOKE UP EDITION

2012-01-25T08:54:00.001-06:00

Wednesday, January 25, 2012This morning's Moon/Jupiter sextile offers you unique opportunities to trade information that needs to be revealed. Take advantage of it, because this afternoon the game pits experts of excuses against hard to convince personalities, and little gets accomplished. It's a case of magnetic attraction when the Moon aspects Pluto tonight.

HEY FOLKS

2012-01-24T12:14:00.001-06:00

HEY FOLKS

2012-01-22T23:40:00.001-06:00

In a brief exchange with a dear friend I realize in a midrashim sort of way that I am almost completely back to who I was before Alabama, back to the last year of Grand Rapids where everything was succinct and in place. I am no longer afraid of certain types of exclusions/excavations, the distance is much shorter between A and B, the lines are no longer severed, X means zero but the numbers between X and zero and zero and 1 and 1 and 2 are infinite, non-depreciating, non-decaying. Things in general aren't as exhausting, things are nourishing & mature in ways that need no discernible masks to hide behind, the oracles and totems have all points going up, north, and there are guides/types/signs/examples for anything but. All work is moving, all work is rewarding, even when troubling. It's as if that time in Alabama wasn't even real, as if it never even happened, as if I am infinitely re-reading the narrative to fill-in the gaps with what is missing, analyzing what didn't nourish, re-configuring what I could have done to make things easier (the answer: nothing. I did all I could for the time/place/information/emotions/resources given/available.) One thing is for sure, it feels funny (in all ways) to know a place so intimately and know that I will never, ever return. (Only a handful of really horrifying and terrible scenarios could ever bring me back to Alabama and I hope I do not ever have to face those.)

HEY BLOGS

2012-01-22T21:03:00.003-06:00

gertrudesteinisdead.tumblr.com

HEY FOLKS

2012-01-19T16:34:00.002-06:00

17

Our life compare we with their length of days
Who to the tenth of theirs doth now arrive?
And though thus short, we shorten many ways,
Living so little while we are alive;
In eating, drinking, sleeping, vain delight
So unawares comes on perpetual night,
And puts all pleasures vain unto eternal flight.

("Contemplations," by Anne Bradstreet)

HEY FOLKS

2012-01-18T12:37:00.001-06:00

I have the spectrum of about two emotions, love and hate. (Or maybe annoyance and satisfaction.)

HEY FOLKS

2012-01-17T16:26:00.000-06:00

"By and large people in the South still conceive of humanity in theological terms. While the South is hardly Christ-centered, it is most certainly Christ-haunted. The Southerner who isn't convinced of it is very much afraid that he may have been formed in the image and likeness of God."

(Flannery O'Connor)

HEY FOLKS

2012-01-17T10:39:00.003-06:00

"Haunting and the appearance of specters or ghosts is one way, I tried to suggest, we are notified that what's been concealed is very much alive and present, interfering precisely with those always incomplete forms of containment and repression ceaselessly directed toward us.

Haunting is a frightening experience. It always registers the harm inflicted or the loss sustained by a social violence done in the past or in the present. But haunting, unlike trauma, is distinctive for producing a something-to-be-done. Indeed, it seemed to me that haunting was precisely the domain of turmoil and trouble, that moment (of however long duration) when things are not in their assigned places, when the cracks and rigging are exposed, when the people who are meant to be invisible show up without any sign of leaving, when disturbed feelings cannot be put away, when something else, something different from before, seems like it must be done. It is this sociopolitical-psychological state to which haunting referred."

(from Ghostly Matters: Haunting and the Sociological Imagination by Avery F. Gordon)

HEY BLOGS

2012-01-17T07:19:00.002-06:00

My new favorite blog, writer & collector DD Tunnel: boyswithshorthair.blogspot.com

Millennial Children by Lynn Rudolph

2012-01-14T12:10:00.000-06:00

HEY FOLKS

2012-01-13T19:37:00.001-06:00

the heartbreak of vastness;
you return to the issue of the circle, but you forget
where you came from.

there's difficulty, but please, just try to be honest
about it.

if there were a list: anne sullivan, skywriting,
what would fit into the framework.

again, you sit on a soft couch and belabor
the issue of reliability.

if you could just imagine hardship as a craft,
it would be so easy.

(from "[25 WORDS OR LESS]" from a/s/l by Uyen Hua)

HEY FOLKS

2012-01-13T02:21:00.004-06:00

I have a full on obsession w JonBenet Ramsey right now, cool story broham.

HEY FOLKS

2012-01-12T07:31:00.003-06:00

Woody Guthrie's "New Years Rulin's" for 1943, found in one of his journals dated January 31st, 1942.

1. WORK MORE AND BETTER
2. WORK BY A SCHEDULE
3. WASH TEETH IF ANY
4. SHAVE
5. TAKE BATH
6. EAT GOOD - FRUIT - VEGETABLES - MILK
7. DRINK VERY SCANT IF ANY
8. WRITE A SONG A DAY
9. WEAR CLEAN CLOTHES - LOOK GOOD
10. SHINE SHOES
11. CHANGE SOCKS
12. CHANGE BED CLOTHES OFTEN
13. READ LOTS GOOD BOOKS
14. LISTEN TO RADIO A LOT
15. LEARN PEOPLE BETTER
16. KEEP RANCHO CLEAN
17. DONT GET LONESOME
18. STAY GLAD
19. KEEP HOPING MACHINE RUNNING
20. DREAM GOOD
21. BANK ALL EXTRA MONEY
22. SAVE DOUGH
23. HAVE COMPANY BUT DONT WASTE TIME
24. SEND MARY AND THE KIDS MONEY
25. PLAY AND SING GOOD
26. DANCE BETTER
27. HELP WIN WAR - BEAT FASCISM
28. LOVE MAMA
29. LOVE PAPA
30. LOVE PETE
31. LOVE EVERYBODY
32. MAKE UP YOUR MIND
33. WAKE UP AND FIGHT

(s/o to Clifford Cook for this gemstone!)

HEY FOLKS

2012-01-09T12:05:00.001-06:00

HEY FOLKS: Calvino Prize 2012 Edition

2012-01-03T17:06:00.002-06:00

I am humbled to have won the The Calvino Prize 2012 out of the University of Louisville.
25 pages of the novel will appear in Salt Hill Journal. Check it out: here!
(Thank you to Aimee Bender, judge, and everyone involved with the prize!)

HEY FOLKS: Everyday Genius Editon

2012-01-02T06:16:00.000-06:00

A chapter called "When Holding You Isn't Enough" from the novel is up at Everyday Genius. (The bio is a bit outdated, but that's OK!)

Thanks to Gene Kwak, who solicited me, and Mike Young, guest editor for January!

HEY FOLKS

2012-01-01T09:06:00.000-06:00

Person 1#: "Oh my god, did you hear that? I want to kill myself."

Person 2#: "Wait, what? I thought we were having a good time!"

HEY FOLKS: Mud Luscious Press Edition

2011-12-31T09:29:00.001-06:00

Happy New Year, check out a chapter of my novel in Mud Luscious, Issue 18!

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Thank you thank you to JA Tyler and Andrew Borgstrom, et al.

HEY FOLKS: Merry Fluxus Christmas

2011-12-23T18:50:00.003-06:00

THIS, 4ever

HEY FOLKS

2011-12-20T16:34:00.001-06:00

HEY FOLKS

2011-12-18T22:04:00.000-06:00

"...Typical were the comments of Thomas Hornsby Ferril in the Rocky Mountain Herald on July 20, 1957. Bemoaning that there was a severe paucity of ghosts in the Mile High City, he lamented:

It's a shame, it seems to me, to be living in a community of more than half a million people who can't claim a single haunted house. Ghosts rely on favorable architecture of which Denver has practically none. No self-respecting ghost would haunt a modern ranch house or a Park Hill bungalow. A few old Capitol Hill mansions, given a few breaks, might have been haunted, but they never quite arrived. What's left of them now are busy boarding houses."

(from The Ghosts of Denver: Capitol Hill, Phil Goodstein)

HEY FOLKS

2011-12-18T08:16:00.001-06:00

HEY FOLKS

2011-12-15T03:05:00.001-06:00

Sometimes you love someone until you cannot love them anymore & its OK.

HEY FOLKS

2011-12-01T10:40:00.001-06:00

HEY FOLKS: Pushcart Edition

2011-11-29T12:20:00.001-06:00

Very excited to say that Gertrude will be nominating my poem "Emergence" for a Pushcart!

One thousand thank-yous to Liz Simson, Poetry Editor!

HEY FOLKS: Gertrude: a Journal of Voice and Vision Edition

2011-11-28T08:31:00.001-06:00

I have a poem called "Emergence" that is featured in Gertrude #17 (Fall 2011). So much incredible thanks to the entire editorial team.

Go HERE to check out Gertrude and Gertrude Press! The issue will drop on the website at the end of this week!

HEY FOLKS

2011-11-25T09:11:00.001-06:00

HEY FOLKS: methadone Edition

2011-11-18T09:23:00.001-06:00

He said he was chewing handfuls of methadone at a time and when he stopped he vomited in his mother's sink but its like when you chew handfuls of methadone at a time and then abruptly stop,
that is what happens, you vomit in your mother's sink.

HEY FOLKS: Bruce Nauman

2011-11-15T17:12:00.001-06:00

Walking in an Exaggerated Manner around the Perimeter of a Square,
(1967-1968)

HEY FOLKS: Vito Acconci

2011-11-15T17:07:00.001-06:00

Open Book (1974)

HEY FOLKS: Marcel Duchamp

2011-11-15T17:03:00.001-06:00

Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even (1915-23)

HEY FOLKS: Matthew Barney

2011-11-15T16:52:00.001-06:00

Cremaster Cycle #1

HEY FOLKS: The REAL Sadness of July

2011-11-11T20:32:00.001-06:00

Don't believe everything you read: HERE

HEY FOLKS: HTDW Edition

2011-11-10T19:33:00.001-06:00

Please please do yrself a total solid and download this mix by How to Dress Well: HERE

And yet, C(harlotte), all this proof that yr mouth gets to me, gets to me (Brossard)

2011-11-08T07:45:00.001-06:00

HEY FOLKS: H_NGM_N #13 Edition

2011-11-06T18:29:00.004-06:00

H_NGM_N #13 is out and I have a story called "How We Act When We Think No One is Watching is How We Act All The Time" in it and I am so excited. (Thank you to Matt Dube, et al.)

There are also poems and other work by other folks who are great.

Read it HERE (,) please.

Thanks.

HEY FOLKS: American Salvage

2011-11-05T04:46:00.002-05:00

Wake up. Good morning. I am reading American Salvage by Bonnie Jo Campbell and holy shit is it amazing obvi. There are too many sentences to copy down. Too many sentences are haunting.

HEY FOLKS

2011-11-04T18:59:00.001-05:00

Lucy/Camomille, kohl and goopy eyelids, fluttering vibices . . . but you'd expect to see, imprinted on the retina in an opium haze, an image of Marielle stoned blind, her blue wings, her woman-hole arabesques (as seen by ordinary folks whose cliche males are affectionate with whops in the chops), her candid shots of pleasure decomposed in such coarse grain on the paper it's hard to tell what the subject is: Camomille and Lucy making love like excited mermaids, sirens to some, double-takes, topless (voice) and bottomless (pit), membranes, dilated beltline high, mouths open and kif-kif (inhale/exhale). Cloud.

(French Kiss)

HEY FOLKS: Queer Photographer Dorothee Smith

2011-11-03T07:47:00.004-05:00

"...interrogating the impossible determination of a still identity."

HEY FOLKS

2011-11-02T23:55:00.001-05:00

...dislikes and likes cartographically deployed. Veins and arteries, lanes and streets. Obsession with the habitation of the self, a body occupied.

(French Kiss)

HEY FOLKS

2011-11-02T23:53:00.001-05:00

Trickery and fiction through body and the city.

(French Kiss)

HEY FOLKS

2011-11-02T23:52:00.001-05:00

Eyelids dark and heavy. The circulatory system's transgressing its appointed laws. The traffic too. Veinous, intravenous. Syringes and sirens, dual purpose for body and city both.

(French Kiss by Nicole Brossard, trans. by Patricia Claxton)

HEY FOLKS

2011-11-02T17:26:00.000-05:00

"B-----------'s Mysterious Greeting"

Dreaming of Les Deux Magots in New England,
of spring before the drawn curtain of a snow shower.
I have to ask, why do these ideas circle me,
indifferent-seeming buzzards, then the shock
of the told mysteriously comes to buttress me.

I dream of married couples having sex, shopping, everything
and often get the giggles, staying here,
expecting something new to come along every five seconds.
That's new to me, I expect others will have heard about it.

Nonetheless one has to stay clumped
in simple ballet activity. The masters don't reign, yet by the same token,
they're not here, either. In order not to arouse suspicious
activity, pretend that conversation surrounds us like the air,
known, invisible. And sure enough
it's better out in back, around those self-forgetting trees.

(from Planisphere by John Ashbery)

HEY FOLKS: Hostage Edition

2011-11-01T22:57:00.001-05:00

A person or party whichseize(s) (a) hostage(s) is/are known as (a) hostage-taker(s); if the hostagesare present(ed) voluntarily, then the receiver is known as a host.

Situation where hostagesare kept in a building or vehicle that has been taken over by armed terroristsor common criminal: hostage crisis

When do you become aterrorist in your own body?

When is your body a hostage crisis?

18USC 1203: Hostage Taking Act

(a) Except as provided in subsection(b) of this section, whoever, whether inside or outside the United States,seizes or detains and threatens to kill, to injure, or to continue to detainanother person in order to compel a third person or a governmental organizationto do or abstain from doing any act as an explicit or implicit condition forthe release of the person detained, or attempts or conspires to do so, shall bepunished by imprisonment for any term of years or for life and, if the death ofany person results, shall be punished by death or life imprisonment.

(b)(1) It is not an offense underthis section if the conduct required for the offense occurred outside theUnited States unless—

(A) the offender or the person seized or detained is anational of the United States;

(B) the offender is found in the United States; or

(2) It is not an offense under this section if the conductrequired for the offense occurred inside the United States, each allegedoffender and each person seized or detained are nationals of the UnitedStates, and each alleged offender is found in the United States, unless thegovernmental organization sought to be compelled is the Government of theUnited States.

(c) As used in this section, theterm “national of the United States” has the meaning given such term in section101(a)(22) of the Immigration and Nationality Act (8 U.S.C. § 1101 (a)(22)).^[4]

The Hostage Taking Act is asubsection of the International Convention Against the Taking of Hostages. Itbecame enforceable in the United States January 6, 1985.^[5]

HEY FOLKS: Residual Haunting Edition

2011-10-30T23:03:00.003-05:00

"Why is he still here? because he's gone, he's been gone for years, it's been years since he disappeared, but it's still as if he's still here, she sees the hall door open, she sees him stand there in the doorway, she sees him walk into the room, hears him say what he's said so many times before, that's how it is and that's how it will be even though he is gone forever, he is still always here, he is saying what he always said, he is walking the way he always walked, he is wearing the clothes he always wore, she thinks, and her what about her?"

(from Aliss at the Fire by Jon Fosse)

HEY FOLKS: Dark Sky Magazine Edition

2011-10-26T23:25:00.000-05:00

Issue 14 of Dark Sky Magazine is live and 3 chapters of my novel The Show Must Go On is inside along with many other fine people: HERE

Thank you to Editor Gabe Durham (who is killing it & made an amazing issue & will continue to create amazing issues!)

HEY FOLKS

2011-10-26T13:46:00.001-05:00

HEY FOLKS

2011-10-26T09:45:00.001-05:00

HEY FOLKS: Jenny Holzer Edition

2011-10-25T20:39:00.002-05:00

HEY FOLKS: Fluxus Event Edition

2011-10-24T22:05:00.002-05:00

Fluxus Event "Eat" October 24, 2011
University of Denver :: Denver, CO

Table setting:
1.) Spike 6 hr energy drink bottle (empty)
2.) Diet Red Bull bottle (empty), green 7-11 straw
3.) Rockstar Energy drink bottle (empty), green 7-11 straw
4.) Pistachios, half-shelled, shells with the word "Love" written on them in pencil
5.) Dirty ceramic bowl containing one fake orange, one fake apple, one real orange, one real apple
6.) Fruit smoothie container
7.) 8 Diet Coke cans (empty)
8.) Take-Out box full of empty ketchup packets and 2 full ketchup packets
9.) Take-Out box with 4 small plastic containers: salsa, butter(x2), syrup
10.) Plastic container of rotten strawberries
11.) Rotten banana
12.) Fake banana
13.) Fake croissant on snowman themed dinner plate
14.) Tucson Arizona coffee cup with a large VitaminWater container inside of it
15.) Ceramic plate with eaten corn cob, small plastic container of BBQ sauce, napkin dipped in BBQ sauce and stuck on plate

Previously provided on table upon arrival:
1.) Platter of fruits and cheeses (brie and spoiled strawberries)
2.) Basket full of crackers

Provided: Small books made from 8 pages of blank computer paper and staples

Score:

1.) Interact with the table however you see fit.
2.) Write in book and return book to the E pitcher on counter.

HEY FOLKS

2011-10-23T21:13:00.000-05:00

The central practice of Zen is sitting meditation or zazen. In Soto Zen, the second of the major schools, the use of koan has been virtually eliminated, and procedure has been minimised to this practice, 'just sitting'-- a practice that one can apply when engaged in more complicated actions, such as making a salad, dripping, or playing baseball with a fruit. The act of sitting is perceived as a 'dynamic stillness'--one sits in a rigorously prescribed posture, unmoving, yet constituted by interior processes in constant motion: the heart beats, blood courses through its vessels, air enters and is expelled from the lungs, the churns away at its food . . .

In Robert Fliilou's Yes -- an action poem, performed on 8 February 1965 at New York's Cafe au Go-Go, Alison Knowles described in encyclopedic detail the physiological workings of the bodily functions of 'the poet'. The text of this portion of the performance is divided into sections entitled:
'Of the Necessity of Alimenation' (eg --'Once his food is chewed, the poet swallows it, and it passes down the gullet [or "oesophagus"] into the stomach of the poet.'); 'The Blood of the Poet' ('As to quantity, blood constitutes five to seven per cent of the body weight of the poet.'): 'The Poet's Breathing,' 'The Excretion of the Poet' ('Under a microscope, one can see that the kidney contains many small tubules which filter off waste material from his blood.'): 'The Brain of the Poet' and 'Reproduction and Senses of the Adult Male Poet.' As Knowles finished her description, Filliou the poet rose to his feet and recited Part Two of the poem, which consisted of the following:

Yes.
As my name is Filliou, the title of the poem is:
LE FILLIOU IDEAL
It is an action poem and I am going to perform it
Its action is:
not deciding
not choosing
not wanting
not owning
aware of self
wide awake
SITTING QUIETLY, DOING NOTHING

Having actually already performed his score, sitting quietly and doing nothing during the preceding enumeration of his body's facticity, Filliou affirms his presence as body with simple, resounding 'Yes.' He states his name, another fact, Filliou then proceeds to address mind, listing the qualities of a mind in an 'ideal' state (at least from Filliou's perspective), a mind 'aware of [it]self' as a unity, before, or rather with no regard for, the dualistic notions inherent in the act of deciding (yes/no), choosing (between this/that), wanting or owning (that 'out there,' as opposed to what is already 'in here.') The mind is 'wide awake,' but utterly receptive.

The body of the poet is demonstrated as a realm of supremely complex, dynamism, of manifold facts and disclosures. Its systems are engaged in day-to-day processes that are taken for granted but which, physiologically, constitute the poet's self as a living, breathing, bleeding, shitting entity. Even the skin of the poet is itself a process, home to 'sensitive nerve endings which tell him when, what and whom he is touching.' For Filliou, what unifies these disparate processes is not the enveloping sheath of skin, but the very act of 'sitting quietly, doing nothing.' This engagement with the world is an condition of concentrated, active dissociation from the human tendency to systematise and classify, to construct dualities. It forms the core and the strength of Filliou's work. It is 'better', he says, 'to accept all the possibilities in advance, and accepting them always, to remain beyond that region where everything is parcelled out, and everybody is owned by what he owns.' This is the Filliou ideal, 'the absolute secret I took from soto Zen tradition.' It is this same condition, this same ideal, that in Buddhism is know as samadhi.

(from "Zen Vaudeville: A Medi(T)ation in the Margins of Fluxus" by David T Doris)

HEY FOLKS: Fluxus Marriage Edition

2011-10-23T20:53:00.002-05:00

HEY FOLKS

2011-10-21T10:03:00.004-05:00

Horrorscope:

It's a day when one imagines everything under the Sun when the Sun trines Neptune. The Moon conjuncts Mars and it's like someone flips the switch for action. Tonight the Moon aspects Saturn with a reminder that there's no reason to dredge up ancient history that's better left a distant memory.

And Emergency Press listed my book The Show Must Go On as a finalist for their International Book Contest (they left a part of my name out but o well!): HERE

Teju Cole reminded us all last night at his reading "What happens [in the space] between your work and your everyday life is none of your business. It's magic."

HEY FOLKS

2011-10-10T22:59:00.000-05:00

"Things were somehow so good that they were in danger of becoming very bad because what is fully mature is very close to rotting."

(from THE HOUR OF THE STAR, Clarice Lispector)

HEY FOLKS

2011-10-06T21:57:00.000-05:00

When you get lost on the road
You run into the dead
Who have broken down stones
In their throats for twenty centuries
I saw two little crazy boys crying
Because it is morning
And when morning comes it comes
In the morning and never at night.

I saw two security police taking out a man's balls
And I saw two little crazy boys
Crying by the road who wouldn't go away
But two has never been a number
Because it's only legal to pass one at a time
It's only a drum you can carry but you can't beat
It's the evidence they need to make you disappear.

(from "Circle of Lorca" by Frank Stanford)

HEY FOLKS

2011-10-03T19:45:00.000-05:00

"...A new destination would seem more desirable to you than wherever you were, right up to the moment you go there and found that your dissatisfaction had followed you: the mirage had shifted to the next stop-over point. Yet your preceding stops would become more attractive as you got further away from them. For you, the past would be forever improving, the future would draw you forward, but the present would weight you down."

(from SUICIDE by Edouard Leve)

HEY FOLKS

2011-10-02T23:26:00.002-05:00

"The words body and city get confused and mingled with a geography; maps and is it cards on the table, anatomical diagrams, systems."

(French Kiss Or: A Pang's Progress, Nicole Brossard (trans. by Patricia Claxton))

HEY FOLKS: The Sadness of July/dancing girl press Edition

2011-09-25T17:44:00.002-05:00

Got word that my chapbook THE SADNESS OF JULY will be published by dancing girl press + studio, slated for release in 2012. (!!!)

Thank you (into perpetuity) to Kristy Bowen, who is a genius poetess + artist in so many mediums.

CLICK HERE FOR dancing girl DELICIOUSNESS

HEY FOLKS

2011-09-16T21:45:00.001-05:00

"It was she who convinced me of what the handbooks claimed, that the illness can and mostly does run its course and vanish. If it doesn't cause us to suicide before it stops. I was never inclined to suicide, and did not contemplate it, but I remembered good friends who had gone that way at Sydney University, and a friend who declared a strong belief in the life of the world to come and a belief that life in this world doesn't work. She was out to shed her anguish by shedding the mortal life which fuelled it, and looked to a fresh start in Heaven. I'll never blame her, and if you do, you've never been where she and I have been and you can't say anything meaningful to us or about us."

(Les Murray, Killing the Black Dog: A Memoir of Depression)

HEY FOLKS: South Loop Review Edition

2011-09-13T12:51:00.001-05:00

The talk I gave at the AWP 2011 panel "Tearing Your Heart Off Your Sleeve: The Problem of Pathos in Creative Nonfiction" was shaped into a craft essay that appears in Vol. 13 of South Loop Review: Creative Nonfiction & Art.

CLICK HERE TO BUY IT

HEY FOLKS

2011-09-02T08:42:00.004-05:00

The light is on in the hallway, the cracks in the door like a hotel room, so much light 300 days of sun, can you believe that. Already a broken windshield, steal the car already, get it over with. Neighbors fight about cat spirits, hiss of shower head, things people think about in the city: grief, parking, individual thermostat. Aslant, wouldn't you say. Victory. Glory, remember. When I had to ask what Glory was. He is in Glory. What is Glory. Don't you remember. Wall of sailboat paintings. When one doesn't have a drink for days at a time. What it means when one doesn't drink. Change the sheets, take out the trash, meta it up. Worry: keys, cops, parking. If you move, you have other worries. Strangulation of fretting.

HEY FOLKS: I'm sad about a lot of things but dating a local bartender isn't one of them Edition

2011-08-21T08:26:00.006-05:00

Sometimes, when we are young, we dumb ourselves down to make things better than they actually are, to have companionship. To be quiet. We must leave, the cops are here. The cops are here, we gotta go. There are three cops here. No, there are twelve. We have to go. I don't have to go anywhere, I am nearly 30 and have nothing illegal on me. So, you go. Crawl back to wherever you came from. Mother's womb. Father's womb. This trail in my hometown called that was once an Indian burial ground and trail. Now holds Victorian houses. So many old brick houses. So many houses. So many ghosts, two spirits, beautiful feathers. So much brutality. I always saw the sign but never knew the road we walked was paved in ghosts. In excavation in this town a few years ago, they found human remains, gave them a proper resting place in a cemetery where there is a chair and a legend: if you sit in the chair, you die. Who has died? This summer of 2011 was the summer of death. Was the summer of a two-spirit. A summer of roads that I know better than anything else in my whole life. How memory of childhood is a memory seared. Sometimes, we just need a rebound. Here, I will have this relationship and it is not real but it is better than nothing and so here it is, I'm dating the local bartender. I'm dating the local farmer. That guy from the party that night. That girl from OKcupid. In person, she's better looking than me, which is a problem. I am proud of you, really. I wish we could be together to celebrate. The dentist situation makes sense now. I have a cavity, get it pulled. Actually, I never have had cavities, knock on wood. The new Sarah Palin ad looks very political, be a candidate already and get it over with so we can all have convictions. What is a presidential tone-of-voice? Here. Here. Here. Ripping up your chapbook was satisfying. To vote without residency. To vote, at all. Everything packed up and ready to go. I live in __________ now, come visit me. Where do you live? If there is a hell, I hope you go. A special place there. I mean, it's like going to Golden Corral for the seafood salad. Amputees. Obesity to the point where the quality of life has got to be hard. I want to drive back to my hometown and plop in the grass outside of my childhood home and cry. Remember when the cops knew the fastest way to the house, no matter at what point of the city they were currently located? All of those police officers are retired by now. No one even remembers you lived there. I have left nothing at that house. The time the girl got jealous you were talking to other girls and you secretly loved it. I get Rick Perry and Luke Perry confused all the time.

HEY FOLKS

2011-08-09T04:58:00.006-05:00

What in the h these aren't even fortune cookies anymore, they're just affirmations, declarations. When do I get a real fortune? When have I ever had one? The season. 'Tis gingerbread. 'Tis this place abroad where my hands smell like handsoap but not the type of handsoap in the Charlotte airport, is it Charlotte where there are "attendants" that ask for donations. Or is it somewhere else. What airport is the airport where the people who work in the bathroom for the airport want your money to take a shit after hours cooped up in a machine the size of my apartment with 60 or 100 or 300 other strangers. I refuse to tip anyone money for letting me take a shit. I worked at a Denny's once and had to clean up shit in a woman's bathroom at 10:30AM on a Saturday Morning. I'll tell you one thing about Eggs Over My Hammy you don't even want to know. The Oracle says: a lesson learned is et cetera, ad nauseum. When does the body begin to age? 10 years, hips. 10 more, gray. 10 more, what? Graduation to glory. The edge where decades matter. Why does everyone look so old, I ask about the people on prime-time reality TV. They are my age and they look old. Not a girl anymore. Differently: someone told me they listened to Ani DiFranco for the first time in a long time, what is she up to these days? Wikipedia says she's 40 years old. Ani DiFranco is 40 fucking years old. What does her fortune cookie say: "A man's best asset is a sympathetic wife." HA HA HA just kidding, I guess. What I think this fortune cookie is trying to say is the body and all of its microflaws. The body and all of its sadness it carries egg-shaped and stacked one on top of another through the large intestine and stomach and esophagus and throat. Open up and say ahhhh and I can see the smooth brown shell. Organic, no less. So 2000's of you. I don't know why I don't want to add you on facebook. You are reading this now and this is stupid. Jersey Shore in Italy is absolutely stupid, speaking of which, and JWoWW looks like ana and mia are on her side these days, which sucks, she looked fine the way she was, what a difference 10 pds makes, really. When does the body begin to adapt to art culture instead of club culture? A drink is a drink is a drink, no matter where you are. P dot S dot O London!

HEY FOLKS: The mixtape of the summer when summer is almost over Edition

2011-08-01T08:54:00.001-05:00

01. SSION - PSYCHIC (CLUB MIX)
02. Holy Ghost! vs. Black Van - I Will Come Back x Yearning
03. Lykke Li - I Follow Rivers (The Magician Remix)
04. Kimbra - Cameo Lover (GLOVES Remix)
05. Sun Glitters - A Dragonfly in the City (Teen Daze REmix)
06. Katy Perry - Teenage Dream (Thunderlust Remix - Blanche Devereauxx’s Beach Drinking Intro Edit)
07. The-Dream ft. R.Kelly - Veteran
08. Robyn - Call Your Girlfriend
09. Mason ft. Sway - I Just Wann Rock You
10. Jay-Z - Party Life (The Knocks Remix)
11. Adele - Someone Like You (Buffetlibre Remix)
12. The Knocks - Blackout
13. Katy Perry - Last Friday Night (Viceroy Poolside Remix)
++SPECIAL FLEETWOOD MAC BONUS TRACK++

CLICK HERE FOR MIXTAPE

HEY FOLKS

2011-07-27T01:35:00.002-05:00

When yr grandfather is in Italia in his own head, he's saying aloud that the dogs like the TV on at night and so that's what we do we keep the TV on at night and all of the digital clocks are blinking because the power is out again and the dogs think its time for lunch but since the clocks are blinking we don't know and we say to each other is it raining? but really its just vomit out of the passenger side front window that hits our hands in the wind. No one prays before meals anymore, dropped pretense. Yr grandfather is saying, it's time to go home. It's time to go home. But there is fluid around his lung and around your heart, you feel it, chlorine like pork chops in the back of your throat. Most likely to be famous your high school mock elections said you are going to be famous someday, I guess. Not really. When the body becomes television and we mock the commercials. When the body forgets how to receive. When the body loots. When the body becomes -meta? When does the body begin to reject? When does the body banish? A song in Italian. You owe me more than apology. I forget and pine and remember, again. Looting during a natural disaster is just another word for spineless. My digital tornado. This virtual morality. Click, click. Glock.

HEY FOLKS

2011-07-24T09:26:00.001-05:00

HEY FOLKS: If my rhyme was as good as my hustle Edition

2011-07-20T08:49:00.007-05:00

I deleted and undeleted to make way for tumblr which turns out is just full of memes of glittery genitals and buttholes, this new rapper has an album out that is titled "if my rhyme was as good as my hustle" and that reminds me of mountains in Denver, which I haven't seen yet, and debating whether or not some of the decisions I made fueled from tornadorage were good ones and leaving people like leaving lovers who were not lovers at all and now I speak to them on the phone and I'm all damn really I can't believe I felt that way and also another former in Germany now who lied so much that we can't ever be close again and all of this separation and pulling apart, Baudrillard's subject-object where we're so focused on the looting we can't see the devastation and heartache, even months before the tornadoes, the tornadoes were emotionrain wrapped and touching down all over the place, a break up is not a break up until, the body as negotation as science as experiment as when does the body become a negotation, a negation, when does the body become an element of surprise, disturbance, when does the body become place, a silence in a two twin bed hotel room, when does the body become amiss as in

From Here to Across the Street, Boy, It's On

2011-05-30T08:35:00.005-05:00

2011-05-20T07:08:00.001-05:00

9

What we ask ourselves
now is--What is
forgivable?

I move to bare
the little splitting
inside as it

reds between
the pink on the end
of my finger

Somehow this coincides
with a faith in
the world as a place

to go on
living

We wake in a catastrophe and move
about the city in a tiny
raft of glee, my gaze always

already yellow because I'm not severe
like a dancer, nor perverse
like Balthus, though of course

I am
both

(from Becoming Weather, Chris Martin)

2011-05-14T08:57:00.000-05:00

Temenos
(Cecil Balmond & Anish Kapoor)

2011-05-14T08:54:00.002-05:00

"(The plan should anticipate everything and then permit no changes.)"

(Jacobs)

2011-05-14T08:53:00.001-05:00

"She is saying more: There is a quality even meaner than outright ugliness or disorder, and this meaner quality is the dishonest mask of pretended order, achieved by ignoring or suppressing the real order that is struggling to exist and to be served."

(Jacobs)

2011-05-14T08:51:00.001-05:00

"However, because people, even when they are thoroughly enmeshed in descriptions of reality which are at variance with reality, are still seldom devoid of the powers of observation and independent thought, [like with the example of] bloodletting, over most of its long sway, appears usually to have been tempered with a certain amount of common sense."

(The Death and Life of Great American Cities by Jane Jacobs)

2011-05-05T05:36:00.001-05:00

Center-of-Normal

2011-05-05T05:29:00.003-05:00

Laughed right out loud spontaneously for the first time in a week or so today and it felt good, the motion of laughter, opening my mouth and letting a sound come out that is comforting, a real laugh, from the bowels of my body and I felt the laugh all over, it gave me goosebumps and the laugh came in yet another fit of uncontrollable tears, they come and go and will for a long time, pain and joy in tandem, a surreal experience in what feels like a singular year of surreal experiences, I can viscerally remember the last time I spontaneously laughed right out loud and that in itself is an odd feeling, knowing and remembering when the last time you really laughed was, the fact that that the other laughter wasn't coming easy, was being used merely as a survival tool, a coping mechanism, that we were all finding ways in which to crack jokes, make light, laugh so we didn't just crack the fuck up and lose our shit together and in a lot of ways we did, crack the fuck up together, lost our shit together, we all have kind of lost our minds in our own ways, even if people aren't processing yet, even if people are just working working working to help the relief effort, in any ways that they can, however they are able, even if people had to leave in order to heal, etc.

2011-05-03T00:08:00.002-05:00

Goodbye, Tuscaloosa.

2011-04-24T00:26:00.001-05:00

Relearning the things people worry about living in the city: what directions windows face, light, square feet per dollar, snow in April, public transportation, how-far-away-from-this-place-is-this-place-in-relation to light/space/dollar/season/public transportation, what utilities are included in the rent (a reminder that some if not all utilities can be covered in the rent), location location location.

2011-04-20T19:33:00.001-05:00

Time is passing. Are we losing each other? Is it already too late?

(Bright Felon)

2011-04-20T19:32:00.000-05:00

This is the story of my summer yes wandering for an hour.

What have you ever done but wondered when you could go home.

When you can't go home because there is something you have not said.

When you say it you will not have a home any more.

And who will say it if you are not going to say it.

So there is no having a home for you except as a place you will not be able to go.

(Bright Felon)

2011-04-20T19:30:00.003-05:00

Because you could not tell what was fiction and what was
autobiography, what was poetry and what was prose.

To be in love like that.

(Bright Felon)

2011-04-20T19:29:00.002-05:00

I had been there, the end of time, the place space bends around itself.

Been there looking through a painting like you look through a wall.
In this way sometimes people see heaven.

(Bright Felon, Kazim Ali)

2011-04-18T18:02:00.003-05:00

(Thanks to Brian Oliu!)

2011-04-13T19:47:00.000-05:00

2

Summer after summer has ended,
balm after violence:
it does me no good
to be good to me now;
violence has changed me.

Daybreak. The low hills shine
ochre and fire, even the fields shine.
I know what I see; sun that could be
the August sun, returning
everything that was taken away--

You hear this voice? This is my mind's voice;
you can't touch my body now.
It hasn't changed once, it has hardened,
don't ask it to respond again.

A day like a day in summer.
Exceptionally still. The long shadows of the maples
nearly mauve on the gravel paths.
And in the evening, warmth. Night like a night in summer.

It does me no good; violence has changed me.
My body has grown cold like the stripped fields;
now there is only my mind, cautious and wary,
with the sense it is being tested.

Once more, the sun rises as it rose in summer;
bounty, balm after violence.
Balm after the leaves have changed, after the fields
have been harvested and turned.

Tell me this is the future,
I won't believe you.
Tell me I'm living,
I won't believe you.

(from "October" by Louise Gluck)

2011-04-13T19:43:00.000-05:00

...I doubt
you have a heart, in our understanding of
that term. You who do not discriminate
between the dead and the living, who are, in consequence,
immune to foreshadowing, you may not know
how much terror we bear, the spotted leaf,
the red leaves of the maple falling
even in August, in early darkness: I am responsible
for these vines.

("Vespers," Louise Gluck)

Romaine Brooks

2011-04-13T08:40:00.000-05:00

Gluck as Peter, a Young English Girl

Gluck (Hannah Gluckstein)

2011-04-13T08:38:00.002-05:00

Medallion

Lucian Freud

2011-04-13T08:37:00.002-05:00

Jenny Saville

2011-04-13T08:23:00.000-05:00

Fiddle Tim

2011-04-11T16:25:00.000-05:00

Show: "Scumfuck"
Gallery: La Luz de Jesus Gallery
Los Angeles, CA 2010

2011-04-10T15:55:00.002-05:00

a gen
tle a
nd gr
adual
desce
nt fr
om th
e pin
nacle
of gr
eatne
ss

(from "Hinge Picture"/ Frame Structures by Susan Howe)

2011-04-10T13:39:00.000-05:00

Wu Wei, action without action, letting-be, "soft and invisible" power

On Lockdown

2011-04-09T08:27:00.001-05:00

2011-04-08T21:55:00.002-05:00

2011-04-08T14:41:00.005-05:00

Daily flit from book to book, devour. Sleeping with a whole side of the bed with books piled, text subliminal. Hours of messages from a voice long gone, quoting a Zadie Smith interview, how pastoral.
I rolled my eyes more than 10 times this morning. The story "Franny" is about two white rich people that have white rich people problems [sic]. Boxes and boxes o box: I am down to my last four weeks.
Joy and guilt, Joy and guilt.

2011-04-08T10:49:00.001-05:00

Beneath the Din

2011-04-06T13:32:00.001-05:00

Of voices bouncing off
Hard walls and window
Wall and tile surface on which feet, two

Per person, rest and chair legs, four
Per chair, rest there is breath.
Talk is to be

Human again. ...

(from Elegy, Mary Jo Bang)

2011-04-05T13:06:00.003-05:00

I'm ceded--I've stopped being Theirs--
The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They can put it with my Dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools,
I've finished threading--too--

Baptized, before, without the choice,
But this time, consciously, of Grace--
Unto supremest name--
Called to my full--The Crescent dropped--
Existence's whole Arc, filled up,
With one small Diadem.

My second Rank--too small the first--
Crowned--Crowing--on my Father's breast--
A half unconscious Queen--
But this time--Adequate--Erect,
With Will to choose, or to reject,
And I choose--just a Crown--

(ED, 508)