Aaron's post to Gate of Horn reminds me of a nightmare I had about 10 years ago that I made into a poem (the poem is 10 years old also), so I posted it there.

#30, Death Row, Huntsville, Texas: James Vernon Allridge III's Last Meal


Allridge requested a last meal

of a double-meat bacon cheeseburger w/

lettuce, tomatoes & salad dressing.

He also requested shoestring french fries w/

ketchup, banana pudding or

banana pudding ice cream, watermelon or

white seedless grapes.

"I am sorry," he said.

Congratulations to James and Amanda Cook who just gave birth to Abigail Faulkner Asling Cook!

I bet James looks like this.

All I wanted was a Pangyric,

Just one Pangyric.

Or, in the words of NEG:

"I am destroying the body in order to bring out the text" .

NEG gets a certificate with wings and one of those shark-tooth necklaces.

Can I have my certifacte now?

I want an orange one.

Write your poems in a small yellow notebook;

Find a puppy;

Give the puppy some Puppy Chow or a nice piece of steak;

Remember, all poems are political.

When sitting down to write, wear mirrorshades, a brown leather jacket, and a Slayer "Reign in Hell" T-shirt;

Who the man?;

You the man.

The Egyptians would refrain from writing the names of insects, animals, spritis when they transcribed religious passages on the underside of coffin-lids because mentioning these things in the passages would cause the soul to be forever plagued by them in the afterlife;

Try writing your poems on the underside of your coffin-lid;

Now you can get laid forever.

When giving a poetry reading it is often helpful to pretend that the audience is dead;

this will make the reader a little dead also;

now everyone can begin to try to enjoy the poems.

OK, can we charge them with noise pollution next?

At last new content on gate of horn, the dreams of John Mulrooney.

Do not let this man go to sleep.

Fulcrum 2 reviewed in Jacket by Ilya Kaminsky here.

Issue 3 is due out by September 25 (provided none of us has a nervous breakdown by Wednesday...) Lots of exciting stuff coming up in this one...

In other news...

I received a porno spam from someone named "Count Fuckula."

Could be an interesting Halloween costume...

Apparently according to the Catholic Church, people alleric to Wheat are also damned. Way to go Catholicism, it's always great to alienate little kids with terminal illnessness. Jesus would be so proud of you...

Blogger's block...

THE GOD OF DAY HAD GONE DOWN UPON HIM, Stan Brakhage

Reeds	rushes

blue	canvas

firefly	eyes



mobile	motes

Will o' the wisp	jig	slop

		finger	pattern



foam	organs



		ghost boat



cloud form

&

	foam shadow eye



hair mote digital wave

	timbre



fire	bubble

		ball

		scrape	Draco	stars

	air

lens	vertigo	horizon	lantern



			wake	walking

			steeple

chimera	cell	tussle

bright	muddle

penscratch	scry

		shift

rising	bird	down

		shine	puddle

		red

gazelle	line	tango

		strata

throttle	huddle	missive

camera	votive		angle

		blackberry



		sheen

grape	light	Shasta

		river

		ice

		pinion



floral	epoch

	eclipse

	rerhizome	axiom

			moon	governor

stripe

	horse water

aorta bubble



black	silk

	nation	shape



shift	strata



shell	contour

launch	prison	open

		stutter

		eagle

bale

			maw

	eye	tantrum

		tantra



flower		muscle	light

				shoal

runner	curler		mower



		tumult	breaker

		cage		flannel



earlobe	wire	ocean

			Friend

flower	girth

water	current	gulf

	remnant

gooseneck	S	dips

		echo

		suture

	swirl	lesson



molten	castle	bubble

		Sutra



		lampblack



wick	shore

		ship	pestle





level	split

gradient	shadow

		cover



sad	margin

rattle

	slough

tramp		splash

		

		gravel

silver

		isthmus



Nessie		column	sparkle

tumor		fellow



tirade		flora

		to

		sleep

		next

		to

		the

		sea

	leopard

	

	flame	gate

fluid	flat	hills



	siphon

		Disco

		Duck

THE MAMMALS OF VICTORIA, Stan Brakhage

Ocean	quiver

	static

water	synthesis

light	mote	wink

water	rush	fire

dim	glow	shoal

wake

	filament

		handprint

vulcan

	ripple	for

piss	blur

	sublime	schism



	window

	spirit



advance	rhythm

dark		sparkle

dark		dark

			blood

water	shadow	texture

	viscous

	


runs

r 	smoke	phantom

o

l	cenotaph

l

i	light finger schema

n		cellular

g

	lit point vertigo

I'M GOING TO CONNECTICUT AND I'M BRINGING A...

I'm off to CT for about 4 days tomorrow morning (tremendously exciting way to spend my vacation, I know...) so expect more sporadic than usual blogging. As any of you who have spend any time in CT know, there's absolutely nothing to do in CT whatsoever, so I'm hoping to catch up on my elephantine reading list. In an act of unparallelled pretentiousness, I'll give my reading list (for all of you who are saying :"What!?! That bastard hasn't read my book YET!" Rest assured the situation will be rectified by Friday.

CT READING LIST:

Selected Writings: An Introduction to Orgonomy Wilhelm Reich
Wilhelm Reich Charles Rycroft
Aufgabe 3
Serenades James Meetze
Down Spooky Shanna Compton
Schema Alli Warren
Sky Journal from Land hassen
Sky Journal from Sea hassen
North/South John Cotter and Shafer Hall
What Belongs in the Circle Noah Eli Gordon
Belladonna Bilingue 1 & 2
N+1 Number 1
Simulacra and Simulation Jean Baudrillard

My chances of getting through all of it while simulatenously resetting all of my Mom's VCR, phone, oven, etc. clocks are next to nil, I realize... But it's best to aim high and get halfway there...

Apparently, redheads get in for free this Sunday at the London Zoo...

They are obviously too uptight in the U.K. to appreciate the true grandeur of the redhead...

Keep the redheaded monkey comments to yourself, smartassess...

Thanks to everyone who came to Geof Huth's memorable reading/performance at Gallery 108 last night. A fine time was had by all. It was great to hear Geof's embellishments of his visual work and readings of some of his "textual" poems as well.

Thanks as always to Christopher Rizzo for preparing a beautiful pamphlet/broadside of pwoermds for the occasion.

I have some poems up at the Verse Magazine weblog.

Tonight at Gallery 108

Thursday, August 5th 7PM:

Geof Huth presents:

Eyear: an indiscriminate series of poems spoken
and seen

Gallery 108
108 Beacon St., Somerville, MA
Contact: Mark Lamoureux, Maudite Productions
617.460.0118
Free and open to the public.

Please do not miss this rare opportunity to see
the work of Geof Huth, visual artist and poet and
visual poet.

Geof will be presenting a selection of aural and
visual work, in addition visual works will be
displayed on the gallery walls.

Geof Huth is a writer of textual and visual
poetry. The latter includes any poetry written
for the page and enhanced by the shape of the
text, the addition of images, or other visual
augmentations. His textual poetry has appeared in
many journals including "The American Poetry
Review," "Hiram Poetry Review," "Mid-American
Review," and "Poetry Northwest."

His visual poetry has appeared in
exhibitions across the world and many small
magazines including "Chimera," "Emigre," "The
Little Magazine," "Lost and Found Times,"
"Score," and upcoming in "LIT." He writes
frequently about visual poetry, especially on his
weblog, dbqp: visualizing poetics. His chapbooks
include Analphabet, The Dreams of the
Fishwife, ghostlight, Peristyle, To a Small
Stream of Water (or Ditch), and wreadings.

Huth recently edited &2: an/thology of pwoermds,
the first anthology of one-word poems. He
received a B.A. in English from Vanderbilt
University and an M.A. in creative writing from
Syracuse University. His micropress dbqp
publishes minimalist, visual, and conceptual
poetry.

This Just In from Credible Intelligence Sources

Oh my God! When the date turns over, all the computers are going to crash, airplanes will fall out of the sky! Chaos!

Do you have enough bottled water? The millenium is coming!

Beware Y2K!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If anybody's got a car and some free time Thursday afternoon around 4:30, I could use a hand with some stuff...

OK, I am out of Grim Littles now. I'll send out all the requests I got yesterday today. Rizzo may still have some, but I'm all out!...

Here is a list of high-end hot dog places in New England...

God forbid I should start writing about hot dogs, thus condemning myself as "that guy who writes about meat," condemning myself to critics and PETA alike.

I swear my next book will be "29 Green Salads"...

If anyone wants a copy of "Grim Little," the lovely collaborative broadside/chap that Chris Rizzo's Anchorite Press produced, email me and I will send one to you.

Well, it is the Monday after the illustrious Boston Poetry Massacre. A good time was had by all. Many, many fantastic readers, new faces and old. It was great to finally meet a number of bloggers in person for the first time, and also a number of non-bloggers for the first time, too. Picked up any number of interesting chapbooks.

I noted that there were far more folks who stayed for relatively the entire weekend than ever before. Which is very nice, it gave the weekend a very cohesive and communal feel.