Monday, April 18, 2011


Gorilla estrangement was all the rage
in my room this morning. Bigger
and badder spectacles to fry
were not forthcoming. I tried dying
in a non-lethal manner, but that
only upset the wayward ray of
Precambrian sunstroke attempting to gain access
to my most select and least opinionated doldrums.
Time left over from last night's
brunch absorbed and confounded me.
Another hour went by and Sharon the chiropodist
dropped in for champagne and charades
but I wasn't in the mood for such shenanigans,
though indeed they were in short supply.

I was in the mood for art history,
a hobby of mine since my days in the post-apocalyptic
restaurant business. Tricks of the trade
included most of us in their undoing,
sly perambulators that we were not.
Care for some radishes? I thought so.
Unfortunately I have confiscated none
lately. Otherwise it'd be a regular
"radish fest" up in here. Or was it the phrase
"tree line perimeter" I had asked you to memorize?
Who's even here? Am I at one again
with the unstoppable, unbreakable pour
of glass into the morning,
fidgeting as new bogeys show
up for a symposium on my socks?
Nothing could be further from Duluth.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Movies I have watched repeatedly as if I were on a desert island and they were the only movies I had brought with me to that island

Inspired by Elisa's post on desert island movies, I decided to make my own. (List, not movie.) But I didn't think I would be able to accurately guess what my state of mind would be if I were actually faced with the decision of what movies to bring if I were to be literally stranded on a desert island. Then I realized that I didn't have to guess about what movies I would watch over and over—all I had to do was make a list of movies I have watched over and over. This is that list. I'm sure I'm missing a few, but these are what came to mind. They comprise a good chunk of my DVD collection, except for the franchises, i.e. movies with Roman numerals after them. Yes, even Star Trek. I seem to remember there was some controversy about the DVDs Paramount put out, like, that they sucked for some reason. So at this point I'll probably just wait until either they make better DVDs (haven't checked in a while, maybe they have) or DVDs are obsolete and the movies are released on the next whatever thing. By the way, yes I am aware that the odd-numbered Star Trek movies are supposedly not as good, but you can't break up the series if you're going to a desert island. What if you run into some people there who haven't seen them before and you invite them over to your house to watch your movies? How are they going to keep up with the story if you're skipping straight from Wrath of Khan to Voyage Home? Duh. Besides, Star Trek is beyond aesthetics. For me anyway. Which is all that matters, because it's my island.

Star Trek: The Motion Picture
Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan
Star Trek III: The Search for Spock
Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home
Star Trek V: The Final Frontier
Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country
The Hudsucker Proxy
The Big Lebowski
Wonder Boys
Donnie Darko
High Fidelity
Dr. Strangelove
A Hard Day's Night
Take the Money and Run
Love and Death
Annie Hall
Stardust Memories
A Midsummer Night's Sex Comedy
Hannah and Her Sisters
Radio Days
Crimes and Misdemeanors
Husbands and Wives
Shadows and Fog
Everyone Says I Love You
Deconstructing Harry
Back to the Future
Back to the Future Part II
Back to the Future Part III
Raiders of the Lost Ark
Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom
Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Where were you when you learned that NaPoWriMo 2011 was five days old already? Were you reading that sentence I just typed right before this one? Maybe you were someplace else. In any event, now you know. Scroll down to read the poems I've written so far. Go ahead, I'll wait.

Thank you. Now, just for fun, here is a partial list of poetry books I'm currently enjoying and which you should seek out. Treat yourself, why don't you. You deserve it.

Hecate Lochia, Hoa Nguyen
long love poem with descriptive title, Matthew Savoca
Applies to Oranges, Maureen Thorson
Lights Out, Geoffrey Young
Virgil and the Mountain Cat, David Lau
It Is Daylight, Arda Collins
The Spoonlight Institute, Alan Bernheimer

Friday, April 1, 2011


Slightly grown-up and itchy these testimonies
are gathered, stopped drools smothered—

lax audience deemed unnecessary at this
olfactory miscarriage. Upended sketches evade

late gropes fashioned from postal slogans
the skyline took caress of, a bent dazzle had.

In the moron the platitude gave up.
Respecting that isn't hard. I'd cream

permissible retail, ministry airship belch
unavailable, so a smut try to fix on.
Well, Blogger is being a broke-ass piece of shit today, so I guess my poem for the day will have to wait until I get back to my own computer. Fuck you very much, Google.
Fuck you, Blogger. Let's try that again....