Friday, June 29, 2012
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
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 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.