Thursday, February 28, 2008

BOVIOUSLY


To 1) make a false generalization about a gender
of which you boviously know very little about, and
2) give me a shitty metaphor on top of it. Well,

It'll be REALLY uncomfortable, but SO fits the character...well,
boviously....), and Fysh (director) wants us to do it
for the staff meeting on a silly thread. You are boviously disqualified
cos your cat is walking rather than dancing,
but then I suppose walking is a form of dancing.

These boys, boviously from an affluent familt,
look to be wearing their Eton collars
with flannel suits. Here we are not sure
if this is a school uniform or
I assume there is a technical reason why this is
since the design boviously takes into account that the user
will look near the price for the "add" link.

Boviously? Is that like, 'in a bovine manner'? as in
watches Lizzie Macguire just as a cow would watch it?
chewing the cud or something? eeww, However, you boviously
have not played it yet, therefore you are in no position
to rest on your fears and suppositions
that there will be one way to do
it, since its so boviously a Tom Fel—Damn I did it again—
I mean Draco Malfoy masturbatory vehicle but that's besides he may have
not come to such shallow conclusions—
it is one thing to reject what is boviously false or detrimental,
quite another to dismiss in toto Wally's World
was a tour of Europe, as boviously Europe is the World.

Monday, February 25, 2008

AN EXCEEDINGLY PLEASANT WEDNESDAY EVENING


Terrible sinus infections are going to explode
on New Year's Eve, but on New Year's Day I did go out to Harlem,
which is where I cornered the weird revenge
I didn't find that night. Anyway, I pay a lot more,
as I might have expected whether or not
more teenspeak sounds pretty...can't wait till my calandar has turned over
and my four roommates. I studied music after realizing
it's a lot different from your two adorable cats.

No, it's not too forward to suggest escaping our feet. It's
quite comfy. I'm glad. The reason for this is that
I was dumb. Anyway, things are pretty within my stuff.
I ended the night with my husband inquiring
what made Care Bears real? The necessary ones are bad enough.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

COLLAPSE


A corner of Thursday morning
sustained the surface between
a utility clerk and a propane leak
as she shook the phone at the Associated Press.

Tom Turk told only one minor.

"We've been very fortunate," he said.

And residents who felt the temblor
felt magnitude capable of causing.
AFTER SCOURING THE COUNTRYSIDE FOR EDIBLE BERRIES, I


dipped my face in a freshet
and came to some conclusions

about the state of architecture
today. "A lot of buildings are funny-looking"

was one of them. A rabbit
the size of two rabbits

approached, investigated my inklings thoroughly
then moved on to a neighboring dale—

a far less impressive dale,
I'd like to point out.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

WEDNESDAY


The ceiling wasn't talking to me.
I made plans for another breakfast
on "another day" "like this one"
"in the near future".

Gladly a street, then acceptance.
Possums? There were never enough
when you needed them. The deli's
about to shutter up for the season

as our toothpicks are given new hors d'oeuvres.
MY LIFE IN MI6


The former head denied the intelligence.

Sir Richard Dearlove was special, impossible.

As special as breaking or receiving.

The operation would be foreign, absolutely plainly outside,
for to mount the chain would have
denied a plan. He believed the idea at a low level.
The proposal was "killed stone dead."

Assassination in writing
would have been utterly ridiculous
in the queen's company.

I am tempted to say I am absurd...completely off the map,
an extraordinary exception to confirming.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

At first glance, this is the Lincoln Memorial. At second (and much more correct) glance, it is the IU Auditorium.

A little something by I.M. Pei. (The building, not the lights.)

Within this structure you will find Bloomington's most underrated pizza.

The name of the store refers to what you find on CD's, which is what they sell.

This is a place where bagels are created and made available for purchase by the public.

This used to be a movie theater. It is now a place where noodles are sold and consumed.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Maggie

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Happy Jean Valentine's Day

Read this and tell me she doesn't live up to her name.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Monday, February 11, 2008

BOOKS


1.

Some books you open
and right away you
fall asleep. The one
I wrote begins with
these words: For many
a year I have
wanted to construct a
Burger King. To stay
awake? No, I have
wanted to build one
since childhood, age of
six, maybe. I don't
recall being tired until
my high school years.


2.

Something I said recently
was "Let's make it
a BK Wednesday," to
myself, for no reason.
Today I watched from
a 17-story vantage
point a skyscraper getting
built by men the
size of my friends
and enemies, and their
enemies, who are my
friends—all of us
doing things constantly on
Earth that are important
and unimportant. Everything is
small but adds up,
each man on the
site does one small
task at a time
and everything moves slowly
until the building suddenly
has a third floor
on top of the
second—it's like trying
to see the hour
hand of a clock move.


3.

Some books keep you
awake by "grabbing your
attention right away" and
not letting "go," whether
they take place in
Louisiana or the snow.
Yellow cab, make my
day. I don't know
if people think I
look mean or somehow
unapproachable or what. Nice
neighborhood, very leafy.


4.

Sleep I can't no
dark spread over and
me O park with
oak and poplar trees
tea and thinking about.


5.

I keep falling asleep
on the train reading
asleep falling on the
reading a book to
write and be happy
you are not, I
say happy you are
not a caged lion
O buildings O burgers
slowly O beginning O
reading on the train
some books follow you asleep.
MORNING


Another day, another
day. Pine Street!

What have we today? Ah!
I see that
cloud #348 is again not giving a shit.

It is with great sadness
that I open a door
and find myself inside
a building.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

PROMISCUOUS OCULIST (II)


Brought together without order, distinction, or design (for sex)
to divide or subdivide into branches or subdivisions
that may be read with ease to dishearten a schoolmaster
one versed or skilled in treating diseases of the eye
characteristic of woman or womankind
bred from the best or purest blood or stock

a cup-shaped vessel with a long handle,
intended for dipping up and pouring liquids
to confuse the branch of mechanics that treats of the dynamics of fluids

a forerunner or herald
the earliest victim in any cause
towards a former, or opposite state of things,
cheap, unwilling to spend money entirely
silencing, suppressing, or ending essential likeness

as after reform, revolution, or inflation physically powerful
unsuited to the wearer, place, or surroundings to cure again
sorrow for something done or left undone, with desire to make
things right by undoing the wrong

the art of discourse
the quality of being marked by an assumed stateliness and
impressiveness of manner

a picture having a background or that is shaded off gradually
a throwing upward any combination or union
for some common purpose a small or insignificant mark or part
pertaining to horses or horsemanship openwork
of metal or wood, formed by crossing
or interlacing strips or bars

high praise
to place the products or merchandise under a ban

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

THE FOUR NOBLE TRUTHS


1.

There is free coffee
and then there is the kind of coffee that you pay for.

2.

Watching television is easy under some circumstances
but not while composing Beethoven's 4th Symphony.

3.

Tardiness is excusable in a layman, unthinkable
in a shaman.

4.

Together we can save forest fires.
PROMISCUOUS OCULIST


Brought together without order, distinction, or design (for sex)
that may be read with ease to dishearten a schoolmaster
one versed or skilled in treating diseases of the eye
to confuse the branch of mechanics that treats of the dynamics of fluids
a silencing, suppressing, or ending essential likeness
to divide or subdivide into branches or subdivisions
characteristic of woman or womankind
bred from the best or purest blood or stock

a cup-shaped vessel with a long handle,
intended for dipping up and pouring liquids

a forerunner or herald
the earliest victim in any cause
cheap, unwilling to spend money entirely
as after reform, revolution, or inflation physically powerful
towards a former, or opposite state of things,
unsuited to the wearer, place, or surroundings to cure again
sorrow for something done or left undone, with desire to make
things right by undoing the wrong

the art of discourse
the quality of being marked by an assumed stateliness and
impressiveness of manner

a picture having a background or that is shaded off gradually
a throwing upward any combination or union
for some common purpose a small or insignificant mark or part
pertaining to horses or horsemanship openwork
of metal or wood, formed by crossing
or interlacing strips or bars

high praise
to place the products or merchandise under a ban
If I had even a quarter of a brain, I would have used my camera phone to take pictures of the Anne Waldman reading I went to last night. But I don't, so I didn't. Poems usually don't come across that well through the medium of still photography, but with A.W., they actually kind of do.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Like, oops. Apparently I'm not registered to vote. I thought I was automatically registered when I got my New York driver's license. Apparently not.

Friday, February 1, 2008

File this under "You Have Got To Be Fucking Kidding Me." Decline of literacy, anyone?
Whoa, whoa, KEXP Seattle. You just embarrassed yourself again. Bottomless Pit? Really? I don't understand. I really just don't understand.
Okay, okay, KEXP Seattle. Fine. You're playing some Secretly Canadian stuff, so thank you for that and try to keep up the good work.
In January I read 348 pages of literary fiction. A mean of 11.2 ppd (pages per day). My goal was a mean of 30 ppd. I came 18.8 ppd short of my goal. Pathetic. At this rate I'll get through about ten novels and/or short story collections this year. Pathetic. My goal for February is still 30 ppd, but my real goal is just to do better than last month. Which shouldn't be hard. Today I have 3 pages under my belt—the beginning of chapter 9 of Sister Carrie, which I read on the train. Three pages on the 3 train. And get this: I didn't even plan it that way. What's next, sliced bread?

Hey KEXP Seattle

If you're going to play "A Day in the Life", let's hear the final piano chord fade all the way out, rather than having it obnoxiously interrupted by the start of another song. OK? Can you do that? Is that so hard? Is that too much to ask? Do you think you can manage that? Maybe? Perhaps? Mayhaps? Do you know anything about music at all? Are you completely clueless about respecting the integrity of an artist's vision, or only partially so?