This ocean, humiliating in its disguises
Tougher than anything.
No one listens to poetry. The ocean
Does not mean to be listened to. A drop
Or crash of water. It means
Nothing.
It
Is bread and butter
Pepper and salt. The death
That young men hope for. Aimlessly
It pounds the shore. White and aimless signals. No
One listens to poetry.

I have a midi loop of Livin' on a Prayer. I'm listening to it over and over and over. How long can I stand cheap computer sounds covering Jon Bon Jovi? Well, we're currently entering hour two.

Last night, I dreamt that a dead family friend sang Wittgenstein's Philosophical Investigations (in German) to my dog, using the tune of "God Bless America." Weird.

A quick quote from Ron Silliman ("Controlling Interests ( Read more... )

I think I should do something new to my hair. Any suggestions?

Gwen's getting her case tried again. Could it be that our country will treat the murder of a transgendered girl like the murder of an actual human being? Maybe in California, but I'm sure everywhere else it will remain "open season."

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Lawrence folk: I'm still not certain whether or not I'll be able to come this next weekend for graduation, but one of the obstacles in my way is finding a place to stay. Help, anyone?

You have to see Dig! It's the film about the Brian Jonestown Massacre and The Dandy Warhols (mainly about the BJM) that won the grand jury prize at Sundance last year. The filmmaker, Ondi, talkes to Anton after an onstage fight between Anton and his band members ( Read more... )

Last night I ate raw cookie dough and Meijer sashimi. I may be the stupid animal on the planet.

If I ever have a daughter, I'll name her Gertrude. Or Alice. Or I won't.