Friday, February 27, 2009

Last Night I Dreamed

I was an indian with the last name Uses Words Wrong (woke up thinking up a new tee-shirt design).


Thursday, February 26, 2009

I write TREE, I think "tree", I see:

Back to Bobblehead BlahgLand

Deja-vu on the couch in a postmodern stupor. Eleanor missed a target in Mr. Campbell's painting.

Should I read more/less?

Wikipeddler • Wallace Berman • Dying on a Bus Soaking Wet • Plagiarism Is Not Cutting Edge • Bad Conversations vs. Good Ones: How Do You Feel? • World Wide Wackout • Really Simple Syndication • Unconcernlessness • Bored Stiff Blockus • Language Without a Thought Behind It • Typing Just to Get to Push That Publish Post Button On My Browser • When Did I Lose Track Of It, What Do I Care • Delicate Nest Passed Around A Room Of Academic Artists • Don't Drop That Fucking Nest • Read More • Roller Coaster Of Emoticons • The Next Theme Will Be Further From The Truth Yet • Yet I Will Title It Just The Same • Open Your Mouth • Pretend • Pretend • Pretend

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

A new poem I just finished! It's about the book: The Shape of Time (which I ambivalently care deeply for)

Kubler Con, or Revision of a Duration. A Figment.

Kubler, kubler, kublah khan,
secret variations abound,
ugh & ugh and on and on,
a texture appears in the artist’s spawn
my hand moves bored illustrations round…

the anatomy of routine,
the cohesion of this moment into the next,
symbolic enlargements, binding you to me,
replicas of a duration, we convene
in this moment, only one actuality

I make my entrance
and answer aesthetic fatigue
with parody, jest and dance
I cede to the filaments of chance,
always a bit out of my league

So I ask, what did Kubler con?
A shapely, material plurality:
Where time, the sacred ribbon, ran
Through durations measured sixty to a man
Let it come down on you and me.

Walking • Encounters • Dwarfs

I've begun again writing poetry, well, kind of: I've been writing poems about what's it's like to try and write poems in a time when nobody really can get away with writing poems.

Let's face it people: we've moved on from poetry.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Page 3 & 4 of My Copy of The New Testament (I Take The Good Book Everywhere I Go)