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Northern Ontario, August 2011

Mon, 29 Aug 2011 23:22:31 -0400

Northern Ontario, August 2011

Albrecht Dürer, Wing of a Blue Roller, 1512

Wed, 15 Jun 2011 13:10:24 -0400

Albrecht Dürer, Wing of a Blue Roller, 1512

Geof Kern

Wed, 01 Jun 2011 14:04:52 -0400

Geof Kern

why writers drink

Tue, 03 May 2011 12:11:30 -0400

why writers drink:

Being a real writer isn’t about how much you write in a day or how many books you’ve published. It’s about how big your liver is.

meet my dad. dadsaretheoriginalhipster: Your dad was into...

Mon, 02 May 2011 15:47:00 -0400

meet my dad.

dadsaretheoriginalhipster:

Your dad was into shooting shit before you were and he has the gunpowder residue on his hands to prove it. Nothing says “I’m going to tear some shit up” like a pistol fully loaded with anarchy and aimed at the heart of fun. But, that was back when a man could eat a bag of shrooms and wander off into the mountains for a night of rage fist terror tripping. The gun was a necessity for him, because without it, he couldn’t kill the illusions that chased him through the hills.

*

Tue, 12 Apr 2011 12:12:00 -0400

I’ll admit I’ve loved some things
deemed less than perfect.
On a patio, pinning flowers to a dress form
while the tide isn’t coming.
Or on a street corner, arms flapping,
with a few crumpled tissues
and a half-peeled orange
until my fingers and hands get blurry.
Nothing is indestructible.
Not the sky,
not the parking lot
it bathes in weird, fluorescent green.
Not that I’m complaining, really,
I’m sure there are a number of different heavens.
We just happened on the one
with corn whisky
and ice cream sandwiches
and christmas lights.
And just when we thought it didn’t get much better,
surprise, a tuba!
Please don’t try to kiss me.
It always takes something terrible to start listening.
In the river,
someone’s built rocks for us to hop across,
perfectly square rocks.
I’m having trouble
with end and beginning,
see, a contradiction is just two things
that don’t live well together.
Every light here has a halo
and it makes you different.

Photo

Wed, 09 Mar 2011 13:08:33 -0500

i'm not making this up

Mon, 17 Jan 2011 12:19:41 -0500

Jacques Derrida interviews Ornette Coleman…

JD: I am not an “Ornette Coleman expert,” but if I translate what you are doing into a domain that I know better, that of written language, the unique event that is produced only one time is nevertheless repeated in its very structure. Thus there is a repetition, in the work, that is intrinsic to the initial creation—that which compromises or complicates the concept of improvisation. Repetition is already in improvisation: thus when people want to trap you between improvisation and the pre-written, they are wrong.

OC: Repetition is as natural as the fact that the earth rotates.

a new poem

Mon, 10 Jan 2011 11:40:00 -0500

From 6.00 to 6.45 A.M.
after a painting by Ross Bleckner

the moon coming down
how morning looks from a day’s wrong end

If I really died, you said,
I’m sure you’d find some brilliance in it

fingertips pressed to shut eyelids
I have the dreams, but I don’t make them

in this prologue to a trillion particles
we are shadowless as we imagined

peering toward a layer of universe behind the stars,
the breathing twilight just a backdrop,

a curtain to be lifted

brilliant. i think my next poem series will be about this film.

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 09:02:01 -0500

brilliant. i think my next poem series will be about this film.

Thu, 14 Oct 2010 10:41:24 -0400

Photo

Fri, 24 Sep 2010 14:40:26 -0400

Anselm Kiefer, Autumn

Mon, 20 Sep 2010 09:44:14 -0400

Anselm Kiefer, Autumn

A Sympathy, A Welcome

Fri, 20 Aug 2010 16:36:00 -0400

Feel for your bad fall how could I fail,
poor Paul, who had it so good.
I can offer you only: this world like a knife.
Yet you’ll get to know your mother
and, humourless as you do look, you will laugh
and all the others
will not be fierce to you, and loverhood
will swing your soul like a broken bell
deep in a forsaken wood, poor Paul,
whose wild bad father loves you well.

-John Berryman

kids.

Mon, 14 Jun 2010 09:40:14 -0400

kids.

a long-time hero of mine.

Wed, 02 Jun 2010 19:07:59 -0400

a long-time hero of mine.

i lived this view nearly every day for a year. now it’s disappearing and there’s a live...

Tue, 20 Apr 2010 15:41:17 -0400

i lived this view nearly every day for a year.

now it’s disappearing and there’s a live webcam of the demolition.

perhaps if i had simply heard, from a distance, that the silos had come down - or had i visited some future day and found them gone - maybe i wouldn’t be so sentimental about it.

but something about being in that view again, and watching it come apart piece by piece makes my heart hurt.

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Tue, 06 Apr 2010 17:30:40 -0400

la marche du nain rouge

Mon, 22 Mar 2010 14:33:48 -0400

la marche du nain rouge

i love these beautifully reproduced florentine posters from Hollanders. We’ve got the one...

Tue, 26 Jan 2010 17:30:00 -0500

i love these beautifully reproduced florentine posters from Hollanders. We’ve got the one above in the entry to the house and just these carrots below for the kitchen. The best part, they’re only $4.