Oct 28, 2005

The chatelaine discusses my Film Poems here. Thanks, Eileen!

Oct 27, 2005

Oct 25, 2005

Pop Art

Assuming that you didn't already know that this is a "Hot Fudge Sundae" Pop-Tart, which painter would you reckon was responsible? I am going to say Rothko.

Also, what other junk food looks like Abstract Expressionism?

Oct 24, 2005

I have a few copies of the chapbook I did for the Sonabooks gift exchange project left that I am willing to trade for stuff (your chapbook, brownies, etc.).

From the introduction:

The source text for these poems was stolen from Harold Brainerd Hersey's book, Night, originally published in 1923. The poems in this volume were accompanied by illustrations in the period style (art nouveau) by Elliott Dold. I have stolen some of these, also, unaltered.

In addition to Night, Hersey also published a book of Cowboy verse, a critical analysis of pulp novels and Helpful Hints on War Risk Insurance, Etc, among others. Dold did illustrations for numerous books and pulp magazines.

I became fascinated by the obsessive vocabulary and thinly veiled sadomasochism of Hersey's somewhat tawdry original, and the way that these texts interacted with the illustrations, and decided to embark upon a project of "literary conservation." The poems in here include every word and mark of punctuation found in the Hersey originals of the same name; the words themselves have been rearranged by my whim, and in accordance with subjects that differ from the originals. I see this as a way of granting the original texts renewed vigor, allowing them to continue to exist into the future. Also, in keeping with one of the favorite subjects of the original author, the process of creating these texts was a kind of bondage game; one composes within the tight fetters of the original works and their own obsessions and compulsions.

With thanks to the original author and illustrator. Peace to their ghosts.


clasped is cool and currents
The cup

of sweet steam, the stars
are She, arched;

drunken among the dead
Will fill darkness dropping

fragrant for fingers
that mad cup again

has sunken Down in
Her strangely wet lips;

the monotonous moonlight
in her Most molten body

tasted it through Her
The trees They thirst !

he rests under her
Weaving Through the ages;

Listen to still layers
like bolts out of rock:


one in
the glisten,

Soooo behind on email, will catch up today if I do not have a temp. assignment.

Sorry all!

Oct 23, 2005

Brother bought a coconut, he bought it for a dime
BTW, I added a Flickr portal at the bottom of the page.

Oct 19, 2005


3 shrouds face in 3
other directions &
the one eye between them

stares up
at a crack in the firmament
where lurks an ochre glow
& one gooey strand
descends from the pinnacle,

a pendulum, ticking.

The neighbor man says,
"Go fuck yourself."

& lo, the self skates,
fucked, along the black tarp

of the polis; each obscure
cave of circumstance. Here
are lights blinking, a velvet

tower full of handsome
lacks: barren
in the noon of Ramadan:

let them eat pastilles & pore
over vapid junk; light-
piped, the butt end of a Buick

at a jaunty angle
from the roof--casts
geometries of rain down

on Bad Boy Wireless. Eat
this peach of rotten

night. Reason in aspic.
Tiny glands on the back
secrete your stony home,

a paean to a simple
time: lurch up from
the tepid pool &
with your shitty lung.

Oct 18, 2005

It's a bird, it's a plane, it's Dusie Two! & I am happy to be in the finest of company there. (Here you will find a big chunk of Astrometry Organon.)

Oct 17, 2005

Today in the New York Times, an article about Landis Everson, featuring Fulcrum's own inimitable Ben Mazer. Landis is an astonishing poet and one of the sweetest people alive, I am looking forward to his book when it comes out.

Oct 15, 2005

Good lord, it's THE SUN!

Oct 9, 2005


Wire envelope puzzled for xenon
fallout shelters shadows' chimera waltz
peaches in heavy syrup hail xenon
revelation clang ghost history halts

slant rain ships empty on Black Avenue
radioactive garters love argon
hermeneutic clause reduction curfew
small god product jingles souls for argon

redded & wedded to bully neon
for gross beer logistic marbles tally
10 good doves & turgid pigeon neon
hovels tramps & crooners boot up sally

forth down Steinway blimps as they pass
gorge on forged breath sloth & Imperial

Oct 6, 2005

Say hello to Dan Bouchard's photo blog.

Oct 4, 2005

In Case You Were Wondering

1. Alias First name?

2. Were you named after anyone?
Mark Twain

3. Do you wish on stars?

4. When did you last cry?
Sometime last week listening to Jim Dunn's "Remains of the City." I miss Boston.

5. What is your favorite lunchmeat?

6. What is your birth date?
Feb. 20, 1972.

7. What's your most embarrassing CD?
Pink Floyd, "The Final Cut."

8. If you were another person, would you be friends with you?

9. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

10. What are your nicknames?
"The Cheeseburger Guy"

11. Would you bungee jump?

12. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

13. Do you think that you are strong?

14. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?
Chocolate and Peanut Butter

15. Shoe Size?

16. Red or pink?

17. What is your least favorite thing about yourself?
Mortality. After that, relentless succeptibility to memes.

18. Who do you miss most?
My grandfather.

19. What color pants and shoes are you wearing?
Levis 505 Dark Blue Regular fit (the only jeans I will wear), beige Diesel raver sneakers.

20. What are you listening to right now?
Pigeons and honking taxis.

21. What did you eat for breakfast?
2 eggs poached, hash browns, sausage, white toast.

22.If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
I'd be that weird-ass plastic sharpener in the big box. Do they still have those?

23. What is the weather like right now?
Grey, humid.

24. Last person you talked to on the phone?
I forget.

25. The first things you notice about the opposite sex?
I plead the fifth, here.

26. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
I stole it as well, but I like Lorna.

27. Favorite Drink?
Red wine.

28. Hair Color?

29. Do you wear contacts?

30. Favorite Food?

31. Last Movie You Watched?

32. Favorite Day Of The Year?
Summer solstice.

33. Scary Movies Or Happy Endings?
SCARY MOVIES--preferably with zombies or demons

34. Summer Or Winter?

35. Hugs or Kisses?
From who?

36. What Is Your Favorite Dessert?
Right now, Canolis.

37.Living Arrangements?
I live in Astoria, Queens with my girlfriend Rachel.

38. What Books Are You Reading?
Roberto Bolano's "By Night in Chile," Michael Palmer's "A Company of Moths," Collected James Schuyler, Clark Coolidge's "Crystal Text," and "Super #1 Robot, Japanese Robot Toys."

39. What's On Your Mouse Pad?
That's a coffee stain.

40. What Did You Watch Last Night on TV?

41. Favorite Smells?
Garlic, nasturtiums, red wine.

42. Favorite junk food?
Hot dogs, White Castle Cheeseburgers, Little Debbie Nutty Bars.

43. Rolling Stones or Beatles?
Actually, I'm not a big fan of either. Generally speaking, I don't like the Beatles (with the exception of a few songs) and I'm ambivalent about the Rolling Stones, so I guess the answer to this is the Rolling Stones. Rachel says I like music that "sounds like a car alarm."

44. What's the farthest you've been from home?
Xalapa, Mexico, physically. Spiritually, Olympia, Washington.

Oct 2, 2005

Folks who have purchased my Film Poems but have not been able to see any of the films will be pleased to note that 1 of them, Atavazd Peleshian's "Obitateli (Inhabitants)" is available here (listed as "Atrtavazd Pelechian 'Les Habitants'.") I highly recommend looking at the film and then reading the poem again.

P.S. Thanks to Ron Silliman for pointing to the link on his blog.