Vs. Some Pretty Serious Stuff

 
Our glad-sashed heroine was up all night again being conspicuous.

Freddy Mercury fed off the crowd.
Ghandi went on hunger strike.

Our heroine’s new mission is about the Force of Will
And finding the source beneath the Great Alone-ness.

But sometimes she feels like she didn’t quite escape that last death-trap
And imagines gaping maws around every corner.

There’s power in the fall of a sparrow.
There’s power in the right hand of a southpaw.
There’s power in the pen
If it contains a tiny thermonuclear device.

I eat and eat and eat and eat.
And eat and eat and eat and eat.

By definition, plastic is organic.

There’s power in Sunday.


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The April pieces will accumulate here.

JGP vs. Lamination Colony

Michael Kimball just guest edited an issue of Lamination Colony and picked two of my Skull Pieces for it. Thanks Michael.

Justin included a picture of what the issue index looks like over on his announcement post. Which was the right thing to do. But I felt bad being a copy cat. So that's a picture of a truck I saw on 95... I thought it said VAGMASTERS on first glance. I like 8am holy shit moments.

Sometimes There's a Me

Sometimes there's a me I want to be who lives his life by, "Say Less. Share more." Good luck with that, me.

(originally on mah Twitter)


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I've decided to do the one-a-day for April and will put record of them here as I go. I don't know that all 30 pieces will be things that are written down. Living in Baltimore does that to you.

Back in May 2007 I did one-a-days; the set of 31 is over at Our Daily May

The Coming Week in History

That’s really my name.

You self-congratulating fuck.

What are you talking about?

I’m going to ask you one more time. Where is the detonator?

Detonator? Is that what this is about?

The power goes out. And Bobby is in the shower. Falcon Crest careens off into another universe.

It’s not even 11 pm. I have scabs on my left forearm where there used to be cuts and abrasions. And before that, my arm drags across the pavement as my jacket, then shirt frays. Sometime later, I pick out gravel and broken glass.

Yes, I filed a report. No, I didn’t get the license number. Yes, I was wearing a helmet. Yes, the bike is a mess. Yes, I’m going to get another and no. Before you ask. No. No, I’m not going to talk to him. All right. All right, good luck with it, then. Tell Helen I said hi. Love you, too. Bye.

Transient town of transient people. Except for the leeches and the rats. The vampires. Those are all metaphors.

Been walking to work lately. Getting in early to beat rush hour. The stockroom is the most organized it’s been in years, Danny says. And behind the bar is fucking spotless. Unnervingly so.

Seeing your reflection in the shelves when you reach for a glass catches you off guard. Nobody said anything, but tips went down. It wasn’t the economy. So I scuffed up the shelves. Tips started getting better again. Skirts started getting shorter ahead of the season. But I think that may have been the 60s revival going around.

That was when Jenny got her hair cut. And dyed. And started wearing those shoes. My accident was barely a scar. I think she missed it – we’d started hanging out a few days after I got hurt. Jenny had this theory about bad luck.


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Wrote a draft of this long-hand (remember writing by hand?) back on September 14, 2008. Started messing with it again a few weeks ago. Funny how typing something up inevitably opens new ways of looking at the same thing.

Aside: note sure if I'm going to try and take on the poem-a-day for April or not... and not sure if I'd take that on here or make a separate blog for it... that worked well for me when I did Our Daily May a couple years back.

Phillip's Quick Survey of Recent History (draft)

This is the first draft of a piece I was writing over the past few days -- hoping to have it ready for my part in Michael Kimball and Luca Dipierro (here's a link to the trailer for what they are making). But it wasn't (and isn't) anywhere close to done. But maybe by putting it out in the world will help it get there...

Watergate
Iran Contragate
Kissed his girlfriendgate
Nannygate
Travelgate
Hate his girlfriendgate
“Borrowed” the cargate
Whitewater gate
Sucker punchgate
Too much personal debtgate
Moving homegate
Monicagate
Fajitagate
Moving ingate
Forgot the ticketsgate
OK, lost the ticketsgate
Nipplegate
FEMAgate
Drifted apartgate
Plamegate
Filegate
It’s not you it’s megate
Troopergate
White liegate
Moving outgate
Dipping in the wellgate
Tasergate

AIG Corporate Security's Tips for Surviving an Angry Mob

"It is crucial that everyone remain vigilant during this time..."

Thanks Gawker: Documents: AIG Corporate Security's Tips for Surviving an Angry Mob

Sadly Eh

Will looks like a bad ass cro-magnon skull on the album cover. But so far the album is just eh for me. I guess I felt the same way about the last album... Which is weird because usually every other one floors me. I guess Master and Everyone to Superwolf were two goodies in a row. So we were due two blehs.

I'll keep on listening -- I'm sure there is something in there I'll fall in love with.

Tell Us About It

A friend lived in a third-floor apartment across the street. Sometimes we’d sit in the corner window and watch storms roll down over the city toward us.


(originally on mah Twitter in an abbreviated form)

Found Poem on the Ides of March

Originally from mah flickr.

More Awesome From Adam Robinson

Reprinted from Narrow House...



Courtesy of Adam Robinson's official videographer, Michael Kimball. Can you be a serious poet without an official videographer?

I advise that you buy the first edition of Adam Robison and Other Poems, because the second edition is going to look like a mess after we add the foil seals for the National Book Award and the Pulitzer and the Pushcart and the Nobel Prize. You won't even be able to see the dope cover through all that shiny-shiny.

This post was not funded by all the money I took from Adam and Michael at poker last Friday. I used that for other stuff.

When You Want To Say, "Wow"

Bad Paintings of Barak Obama

thanks kdiddy

On Finding the Grail

When a robot asks, “I wanna know what love is?” is it striving for humanity or trying to better understand our weaknesses.

(originally on mah Twitter)