Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Coca-Cola 125th anniversary event, Terre Haute, IN, 11.21.11

Friday, November 4, 2011

Buy some books from me


Before I sell these to a store, I thought I'd try to sell them myself in order to make more money. Let me know if you want to buy any. I'm selling them for half price.

Poetry:

Waifs and Strays — Micah Ballard
Standing in Line for the Beast — Jason Bredle
Pain Fantasy — Jason Bredle
drift — Kevin Connolly
Who's Who Vivid — Matt Hart
Ordinary Sun — Matthew Henriksen
Spinoza Doesn't Come Here Anymore — Colette Inez
Darlington's Fall — Brad Leithauser
Hallelujah Blackout — Alex Lemon
The New Year of Yellow — Matthew Lippman
Hecate Lochia — Hoa Nguyen
The Comeback's Exoskeleton — Matthew Rotando
The Girl Without Arms — Brandon Shimoda
Walking the Black Cat — Charles Simic
Theory of Orange — Rachel M. Simon
To Light Out — Karen Weiser


Fiction:

When the Nines Roll Over — David Benioff
Misconception — Ryan Boudinot
The Dissident — Nell Freudenberger
Platform — Michel Houellebecq
The Blindfold — Siri Hustvedt
As She Climbed Across the Table — Jonathan Lethem
Home Land — Sam Lipsyte
The Comfort of Strangers — Ian McEwan
The Coast of Akron — Adrienne Miller
Everyone's Pretty — Lydia Millet
In the Cut — Susanna Moore

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

I finished two books today but I only liked one of them. The one I liked is The Nervous Filaments by David Dodd Lee. It's one of those nights I feel like coming apart for old reasons. Watching TV helps but I am doing this also, writing. I like writing this. I like this book because it stretches things out. It puts one non sequitur after another and leaves out connecting words, but puts in space between most lines to help your brain out a little, like making sure the mashed potatoes don't touch the peas don't touch the whatever. The space makes the lines more solid. Your brain is welcome to try to fill in the gaps but knows it doesn't really have to and laughs. It's not linear stuff here. But it's not random either. At least I say that and it feels possible enough to be possible and is therefore true. The other book I finished today has a lot of non sequiturs that are boring. A lot of muddy nothing in both ideas and language. Much poetry is of that kind. This book, the good one, on the other hand, is not muddy but clear and open. I feel better already, almost put back together. (It won't last, but oh well.) Here is a representative poem from the book:



WORSHIP OF THE ASTONISHED


The menu looks fine

it's just there's a fly in that woman's sangria

a pair of crotchless
panties left under my windshield wiper

a baby differentiating
between self and a lime-green

stinkbug

They put one head right on top of the other

his eyes grew wild as two bird cages

the taste of something awful . . .

I know I woke up
and the sun was staring at me

Orange Juice

it's all about packaging

And the mockingbird knows something at 2 a.m.

The Riddler
Don Adams

Monks chanting in the alley

it wasn't at all like yesterday

she spoke as if from the top of a mountain

pubic hair on my cheek
and the crazy thing

unhooking its nozzle inside her

Friday, October 7, 2011

What are the bases?


Amorously speaking, I mean. I have never known what first, second, and third base are supposed to be. It seems to me there are more than four levels of sexual contact anyway. Thoughts?

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

The Gainsbourg movie was good. I like that it didn't try to be too factual. It gave you the broad strokes of his life in a stylized way and a note from the director at the end says something about how he likes Gainsbourg's lies better than his truths. In any case I narcissistically identified with the character in a big way. It's weird being on a first date with a (French) woman watching a movie about a (French) ladies' man. Talk about a hard act to follow.
I don't get why people like poetry so much. Is it really that interesting?

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

When I saw the poster for this I thought it was a documentary: the colon in the title fooled me. But that's okay, it looks cool anyway. I'll be seeing it this weekend.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Celebrity sightings, a(n in[?])complete list


After my recent close encounter with Parker Posey, I thought it would be a good idea to write down the list of celebrities I've seen in real life. In more or less reverse chronological order:

Parker Posey — West Village
John Turturro — West Village
Madeline Zima — N, Q or R train
Michelle Williams — West Village
Jackie Mason — Midtown
Spike Lee — Upper East Side
John Cameron Mitchell — 1 train
Mike Myers — Lower East Side
Julianna Margulies — 1 train
Michael Musto — West Village
Rita Rudner — Central Park
Richard Belzer — Upper West Side
Bill Maher — Midtown

There were also a few questionable ones, with odds between 20-80% that they were who I thought they might be. People's faces get less distinct as they get older, which is what accounts for the uncertainty:

Steven Wright — Columbus Circle
Michael McKean — 1 train
Steven Spielberg — Central Park

Then there was one that fell in the gray area of celebrities seen in public, but in close proximity to an event they were attending in their capacity as a celebrity. In other words, I don't count people I see at premieres of their own movies (Miranda July, Sally Potter) or book signings (tons of people), but if I happen to see the person just outside the event, and if I'm not aware of and/or interested in the event, I'm inclined to count it as a sighting (Michelle Williams). Well, one time I was exiting the Union Square Barnes & Noble and as I passed through the doorway Bernadette Peters brushed by me on her way in to do a book signing. So, clearly she was there in her capacity as a celebrity, but it wasn't an event I had known about ahead of time, and it could be argued that the doorway is not technically the location of the book-signing event, which took place on the 4th floor. So you see, it's a gray area. Fortunately this is the only time I've had to deal with this problem, so it's a short list, but here it is:

Bernadette Peters — Union Square