September 2010
44 posts
WatchHad a really good time working on this with Mr. Powhida (“The Artist”)
powhida:
Powhida, The Trailer. 1:30, 2009, Edition of 100. Courtesy of the artist and Charlie James Gallery.
Casey Affleck levels about "I'm Still Here" -... →
This is pretty interesting in my opinion.
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New Poem: A Trip By Train
A Trip By Train
I left the train behind, it was snowing and I was tired, so I didn’t go and meet anyone at any bar and countdown to the new year It’s occurred to me more than once that seasons are segments of time meant to cure or cause depression it’s only natural I was in bed when the planes hit I was in bed when the space shuttle blew to pieces I was in bed the day we...
“One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as...”
– Thomas Wolfe
“Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every...”
– Thomas Wolfe
“If a man has talent and can’t use it, he’s failed. If he uses only...”
– Thomas Wolfe
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Fabrication of the Morning, New Poem
Guessing a scribble today Los Angeles as I drove down your narrow streets searching for something William Blake might say about your parked cars crooked like broken noses A poorly manicured hedge, bright green artificiality in this town there’s no telling what’s real and what isn’t, like fractured relationships, mistresses and madames, hotel bars and dives with...
“Stay At Home. A Call For Artists
Stay-At-Home was an idea I guess, or maybe it...”
– ART BYSTANDER: STAY-AT-HOME.
New Poem: I Always Knew
I always Knew In the moments Of remembering You wonder what the Voices in your past Sound like. Trying to be honest About what you are In the gloaming Poetics the first Few words Are always supposed To mean so Much A good opener, But, I always Ended soft, with Regret and Melancholy Miss the sounds Of new orleans Train whistles, drunkheads And the...
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New Poem: Our Intellectual Satchels by Craig A....
That book that I was reading wasn’t very good and I’m sorry that i snapped at you when you were only trying to be helpful by turning on the lights and offering me a beverage I was alone, for the first time in a while, and you came up from behind scaring me half to death. The nightmares continue to wash over me like warm water in a dirty swimming pool, you and I and all the people...
San Francisco Remembered by Philip Schultz
In summer the polleny light bounces off the white buildings & you can see their spines & nerves & where the joints knot. You’ve never seen such polleny light. The whole city shining & the women wearing dresses so thin you could see their wing-tipped hips & their tall silvery legs alone can knock your eye out. But this isn’t about women. It’s about the...
“AFTER LABOR DAY
On a misty after-
-noon
there
are people
crossing
the...”
– The Los Angeles Fiction Experiment: After Labor Day
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The Importance of Sitting in One Place and Reading
There is a slight breeze. There are people all around. The trees sway gently, the air is growing cool in the shade, in the sun I can feel every corpuscle in my skin, the pink forming on me neck, the matted brown hair on my head hot to the touch. I am leaned over, right leg resting on top of the left, chin parallel to my chest and my eyes are moving from left to right at a solid marathoners pace. I...
The Jobholder by David Ignatow I stand in the rain waiting for my bus and in the bus I wait for my stop. I get let off and go to work where I wait for the day to end and then go home, waiting for the bus, of course, and my stop. And at home I read and wait for my hour to go to bed and I wait for the day I can retire and wait for my turn to die.
SEPTEMBER 1, 1939 by W.H. Auden
SEPTEMBER 1, 1939 by W.H. Auden
I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.
Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther...
