Saturday, February 28, 2009

Delicious as always burrito at Chipotle, robbed of $100 inside my own bank, ran into a girl I once dated, poetry reading at St. Mark's.

All in the same night.

The last line

of the previous post is now ironic.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Tonight this event will be gone to by me

A Sing Economy @ The Poetry Project
Friday, February 27th, 10pm
131 E. 10th Street
NYC
$8 / $7 students & seniors / $5 members

w/
Jennifer Karmin
Thom Donovan
Jessica Smith
Matthew Klane
John Cotter
Adam Golaski
Kate Schapira
Stepanie Strickland
Eric Gelsinger
Deborah Poe

***

Yeah, 10pm. Here's hoping I don't get robbed on the way home. Cross your digits, ppl. Say it to keep it from happening.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

What is great? (Some examples.)

1) There's snow on them thar Alps! It's a great day for skiing!
2) Great job on your presentation, Woodrow!
3) Aw man, this goulash is great! You gotta try it, Eleanor!
4) Oh, be sure to watch the bonus materials; they got some great outtakes!
5) Great Scot, is that the reanimated corpse of Richard Nixon, come to eat our brains?!
6) Say, I've got a great idea for a new invention, but who will help me fund it?!
7) Mmm...this sliced bread is the greatest thing since...OH MY GOD. IT'S THE GREATEST THING EVER.

These are just a few examples.

The MySpacification of Blogger

Is it upon us? Seriously. The 'followers' box, once elegant and seamless, is now clunky and amateurish in appearance. 'Google friends'? What the eff? Enuff, I say.

Heads up to David Orr

Dave. Dude. Relax. It's gonna be OK. Greatness? I got your greatness right here. Suck on this greatness. Say hello to my little greatness. No, scratch that—say hello to Noelle Kocot's new book, coming out on 1 April. I saw her read tonight. I'm sorry you weren't there too. If you had been, I'm sure you would at this moment be hastily typing up a renunciation of your silly article from the other day.

Just go ahead and order it now, Dave. Until it arrives, you can peruse her earlier books, which are all inhabited by the g-word.

Please report back to me once you've read all her books. If you still say there are no more great poets, I'll eat my burrito. (Oh wait, I'll do that anyway...)...let's see...I'll eat my..........................................................................        coat.

Don't make me do that. It's cold out.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

I have finished reading Sorry, Tree, by Eileen Myles

So basically what we have here is an example of a book I picked up a long time ago and skimmed and said eh, I wouldn't like this...skinny poems, 'lazy', 'trivial', etc.... these are things I might have and probably did say about it to myself

but then over a period of months I kept picking it up and eventually read the whole thing and found that it's actually pretty good

so I'm glad I stuck with it (so the lesson is don't dismiss books before giving them a chance yay)

7 down, 143 to go. I'm on pace to finish 46 books this year. Once again, the goal is 150.

Monday, February 23, 2009

People talking about risk

"I hate when art becomes a religion. I feel the opposite. When you start putting a higher value on works of art than people, you’re forfeiting your humanity. There’s a tendency to feel the artist has special privileges, and that anything’s okay if it’s in the service of art. I tried to get into that in Interiors. I always feel the artist is much too revered: it’s not fair and it’s cruel. It’s a nice but fortuitous gift—like a nice voice or being left-handed. That you can create is a kind of nice accident. It happens to have high value in society, but it’s not as noble an attribute as courage. I find funny and silly the pompous kind of self-important talk about the artist who takes risks. Artistic risks are like show-business risks—laughable." —Woody Allen

"Risk: a game of world domination being played by two guys who can barely control their own lives." —Seinfeld

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Some highlights from the Believer Ashbery interview.

*He doesn't write every day. 

*When reading a book of poems, he tends to skip around rather than read it front to back.

*On whether poetry would be helped by a wider audience: "It's sort of like people are alarmed that more people go to rock concerts than go to chamber music performances, but the people who go to both enjoy what they're doing. Does it really matter how many of them there are? I suppose it would be alarming if there were only a dozen or so people who read poetry. But as I'm sure you know there are many more than is dreamed of in the mass media..."

*On political poetry: "It's got to function as poetry. It's got to satisfy the particular hunger that poetry and only poetry can supply, that kind of satisfying meal, as it were. There are certain overtly political poets who do have that capability and it's hard to know exactly why. I've always quite liked Charles Bukowski's poetry, for example, and in fact I even once gave it a prize. I was asked to choose the best poem in an issue of New York Quarterly, and, having read all the poems, I said, well, this is really the best one. It does what it sets out to do, it is what it is without pretension of any kind."

*Even though his work isn't informed by literary theory, he thinks that "if readers who are into theory find it offers a way into my poetry, I think any way in should be taken, probably. It's not that I'm putting theoretical concerns down, they just aren't mine. I guess because I'm writing poetry instead."

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Can any journal, no matter how big or small, be considered reputable if its contributors don't know the difference between 'lie' and 'lay'?

Just wond'rin'.

Like, at least 60 or 70 things about me

I stole this idea from Jessica Smith. Thank you Jessica. The contents of my backpack as of 11pm on 2.18.09. I'm not sure how many items there are. Depends on if you count each stray staple separately. If anyone wants to challenge me, you can put up your own picture, and if you have more items in your bag than I have in mine, then you can brag to people that you have more items in your bag than I have in mine.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

The "yule log" of hi-fi



The music is reversible, but time is not. Turn back, turn back...




Your cat will probably love this. If your cat is into ELO.


So basically what happened was I was listening to Bookworm the other day and heard about this band I've never heard about before, not one word, not even a Family Guy reference, in my 27 years. After listening to some of their songs online I've been thinking, What a curious choice for one's all-time favorite band. But that's cool. In other news, I learned in a Believer interview I read yesterday that Ashbery digs Bukowski. He didn't say digs, but that was the gist. But anyway how did Sparks escape my detection all these years? I had no idea such a huge gap in my pop culture awareness existed. I'd've thought I'd've heard of anything that's ever been on VHfreaking1 forcryingoutloud. I'm not really upset, I'm just coffee.

Um, I hope you plan on clicking 'play' on the above video, if you haven't already.

You did, right? ... Don't read this blog again until you have. Thank you. Listen to it a couple times so that you won't be able to get it out of your head all day.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Friday the following happens

PEACE EVENTS presents Dorothea Lasky & Filip Marinovich

I'll be there, doing something.

What will I be doing?

I don't quite know. We will find out together.

If I ever start

a band, its name will be

The Chadwarden Soundboard.

Someone from Deutsche Bank just googled "flarf"

Just thought y'all should know.


What can this mean???

?

?

?

Speaking of flarf, Jonathan Mayhew is perceptive...
Viewed: Helvetica, Say Anything, The Good Night.

Opinions: Favorable, favorable, favorable.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Mark Horosky, I

didn't know who you were before but I just stumbled across your poems in Tight no.3 which I took the unusual for me step of ordering online and having delivered to my place of residence. I'm glad I did since it (the journal, not my place of residence) contains the work of you and many other fine people. Wait, that statement does apply to my place of residence, since my place of residence contains the journal as well as other books.

Pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[For anyone else reading this, #3 isn't the latest issue of this fine publication, but it is yellow.]

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Taking

a break from reading 150 books to read a chapbook called They All Seemed Asleep by Matthew Rohrer. I don't normally like to buy chapbooks because they cost too much and usually they end up in larger books anyway but this one looked promising and is very attractive physically.
Saw Stephanie Strickland and Anne Boyer read at the Poetry Project tonight. First time I've been to one of those.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

I have been drafted

into somebody's "literary journal"/blog dealy. There are some formatting problems (not surprisingly, since I wasn't, like, involved in this), but whatever. If you want to see what they're supposed to look like you can always dig through my archives. Mostly they're throwaways, but oddly enough they look better to me now that I know someone else likes them, apparently. I guess that's natural. Come to think of it, that's what happens every single time I get a compliment on something I put up here.

Get your clickeration on right here.

UPDATE: The bio they wrote for me says I'm a self-confessed recluse. I don't know why it says this. I'm neither a recluse nor self-confessed.

FURTHER UPDATE: Ok, some very weird things are going on with that bio, and I'm not sure what the deal is, so just disregard anything you might read there.

Monday, February 2, 2009

I have finished reading Cognitive-Behavioral Therapy, by Tao Lin

Brilliant.

6 down, 144 (1 gross) to go. It took a day shy of three (3) weeks to finish my sixth (6th) book of 2009. All have been poetry books. A novel and a poetry book and a book of short stories I got from the library are due in two (2) days. I've already renewed them three (3) times (the limit). I have no hope of finishing the novel or short story book. I might be able to finish the poetry book, but it remains to be seen whether I will. I'll probably just forget about the short story book for now, which I had barely started anyway. I will probably wait a few days and check out the novel again. I will finish it soon one way or another. It's a very good book.

Lately I find myself becoming detached from the world

of sports. I didn't see one minute of the Superbowl. But that's nothing new. What I miss is baseball.

2/14/09. Pitchers and catchers.
I'm on pace to finish 60 books this year. That's 90 below my goal. I'm going to try to finish two today.
Viewed: Broken English.

Opinion: Favorable.