Friday, June 29, 2012

'P i d e r update / relevance of There

A man less stained daily by sweltering weather would've gone to the most recent ( yesterday ) PoetrySucks! event at Dino's, but I was cooling to/re-exploring Loretta Clodfelter's There ( recommended: Francis Raven's lengthy piece - ah, length, done right, nooks, amblings, fringe/orbital relevances entering the body of the poem & mulling the bound/serial/contextual dimensions of Explosions In The Sky, who did the Ryman ( which is Nashville ) the previous night. As per usual, much obliged to the JRizz, clansmen and clanswomen eternally host this city in the best fashion. They are a good Joy Division song.

'P i d e r is reaching further stages in its sprawl, gathering bio notes and working out the technical issues in the html blah. A fist of artists like Beef Oven, Chris Hosea, and Debrah Morkun to name some.


As well, amping for the continental tour two weeks in the future: I want the ocean to throw myself into, carbonated, salts, froth, beach climates, Gary Busey swag, Point Break.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

"When / pulls up / against a place of sketches..."

Nashville is the hourglass of weather, idea and vacation, what city I draw. Cinema outside now, tree actions, clash, stormy gut, this place and the land matches.


New poet laureate of this fair country of ours, & I don't know who she is. Natasha Trethewey.

Monday, June 4, 2012

I go back in and I scrape the web again / poemas de JoAnna Novak

I am Judy and her Dream of Horses ( ! ), last night a dream: Ludicris being all actor-activist, friends making documentary on it, the southern plantation I'm squatting, the horse ( 'honey' ) roaming its innards, neighbors that complain a horse ought be tethered to a spire in the front lawn... the dream jot was: "honey/ the horse/ being free/ documentary / Lud / activists / chains treat / yard rain, constant / escape."

It is turning June-hot in Nashville, in which I swoon for the spiders that kiss me, their own way. I imagine them lurching in the grass awake this way.

O, hot summer nights worn hurrah-hurrah, the return of lessone does read so very hard, and much, to get to know a writing such as JoAnna Novak's writing: first this, then this, this, and this