Monday, April 21, 2008

Saw Richard Belzer again. Walking his dog.

Girl browsing poetry section at used bookstore tried to be helpful and/or tried to talk to me. Missed opportunity. Idiot.

Fucking Hitler's birthday. No wonder I'm in a shitty mood. Though it is partially mitigated by Richard Belzer.

Good news: 420th post to this blog was made on 4/20. Completely unintentional. Some of the posts are saved in draft so there are really less than 420 visible. Additional unintentional: Pink Floyd poem posted on 4/20. (To all interested governmental parties, let it be known, I have never partaken in any controlled-substance-related activities.)

Friday, April 18, 2008

Churchy McChurchface is in town, clogging our streets with his eminence. Actually it seemed to be business as usual on the subway this morning. Speaking of which, I knew it would be a good day when the 1 train waited for me to buy a new metrocard. How cool is that. Here's how it went down. I started to go through the turnstile with my old card just as the train pulled in. The "insufficient fare" message came up and I cursed my luck. So I took my time getting a new card, but when I turned around to go back through the turnstile, the train was still there, doors wide open. I'd managed to get out of the house about ten minutes early, so the train wasn't very crowded. Plus it's Friday, which means it was less crowded to begin with. We're past the exciting part of the story. I got on the train. A guy got off (disembarked) at 125th and I took his place. The story has passed its climax. At 96th I switched to the 2,3 as usual and eventually got to work. Where I am now. This story has come to an end, far past the point where it should have.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Saw Ashbery read at The New School last night. This was the first time I'd seen him. Whenever there's an Ashbery reading I usually hear about it only after it's over, and I heard about this one the morning of. Standing room only (though I got there in time to get a seat). A great, sunny room and probably a couple hundred people. Good sound system. He read some of his later stuff, including "Memories of Imperialism", a popular favorite. Then he read from his translation of Reverdy's Haunted House. If I were a different kind of person I would have stuck around to meet him and have him sign a book. Nice weather afterward as I walked to the subway.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Take a walk with this book and be glad.
This construction: "[Such-and-such a thing] does not a [such-and-such a thing] make."

Stop it. Please? Thank you.

Sorry for being mean.

But please.

Enough.

Thank you.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

From Craigslist:

P.S. IF YOU MAKE AN APPOINTMENT FOR AN INTERVIEW AND DONT KEEP IT.. THATS KIND OF UNPROFESSIONAL AND RIDICULOUS. DONTO MAKE AN APPOINTMENT IF YOU ARE NOT GOING TO KEEP IT. REMEMBER THERE ARE ALOT OF PEOPLE IN NEED OF WORK.

Yes. And let's see, what else is unprofessional and ridiculous? How about a classified ad with:

1) all caps.
2) bad punctuation.
3) an angry tone.
4) "a lot" spelled as one word.
5) "don't" spelled as "donto".
Almost hard to watch, isn't it? My stomach turns when they start to dance. This should be shown in schools. God I love this band.

Ladytron

Monday, April 7, 2008

Sometimes I read so many theory-heavy poetry blogs that I become very afraid of writing poetry. Then I come back to lines like these and that feeling goes away:

                      Do not be defeated by the
Feeling that there is too much for you to know. That
Is a myth of the oppressor. You are
Capable of understanding life. And it is yours alone
And only this time.

--"Some General Instructions", Kenneth Koch

Hm...that quote out of context makes it seem like a deadly serious poem. It ain't, be assured. Here is another quote to prove it:

Sexual information should be obtained while one is young
Enough to enjoy it. To learn of cunnilingus at fifty
Argues a wasted life.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Wow. SNL was funny tonight. Yes it was. Wow. Christopher Walken. Genius. Genius.

Saturday, April 5, 2008

Regarding the picture below, does anyone get the joke?
Every month is poetry month in NYC. Just got back from a reading (three trains got me back here from Carroll Gardens)--Michael Schiavo (not that Michael Schiavo), Farrah Field, and Jared White. I'm giving you their names so that years from now I can brag about seeing them when they were young. Go me.

Friday, April 4, 2008

City on the Edge of Forever, or Self-Portrait as Warped Reflection in Public Art Sculpture, Wall Street Plaza, New York City, New York State, United States of America, North America, Western Hemisphere, Planet Earth, Solar System, Milky Way Galaxy, Local Group, Virgo Supercluster

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Complete coincidence, but here is a long line I didn't have to stand in last night...because I got there early enough to be let in after just a few minutes. It was an art opening curated by Dave Eggers. Saw him as well as Ron Padgett. Very cool stuff on display—funny drawings with words, some of them done by people who aren't alive anymore.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Confession: I've never met Sienna Miller or her friends. However, I did go on a date with one of her enemies.
So I accidentally accessed my blog at a public wi-fi location, skewing my stats with my presence. Hence the reset. It's for the best though--a fresh counter for a fresh month. Let the games start. Or whatever.