heat, cold, light

I should just lay here
no the dog food needs --
               cold, another day --
                    she has so much energy, yet
Buy more cans
"sexual harassment at Integral."
("verbose sniping in the guise of compassion")
         I come here to you
look you in the screen
--What do you have to say
                       #healthcare
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heat, cold, light
       found objects
           steelcut oats
turn on news
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rheology

After 5 yrs of working in a cubicle, I feel like I’m emerging from a coffin. I guess that sounds extreme, and I know other people are better able to balance stasis with movement than I am. I appreciate the financial stability that the job (working for a dinosaur of an institution) gave me — enough to allow me to take a lengthy break now.

But, man — after a certain age, it’s more of a challenge to retrain the blood, limbs, and brain, to find the flow.

drum roll……………………….

“1000 Views of Girl Singing”media online, and now a book available from Leafe Press!

this is only a simulation

Seattle waterfront earthquake simulation.

Simulations of actual places fascinate me. There is another version with obnoxious rock music, and one with really bad sound effects and screams that sound so fake it’s funny. This is the silent version, with subtitles. Of course, you can always go to Pandora.com and play some earthquake music for a soundtrack.

and the winner is…

…THE 2009-2010 FILAMORE TABIOS, SR. MEMORIAL POETRY PRIZE!

3. Takagamine, Where I Am Living Then

Excerpt from a poem by Philip Whalen:

Morning zazen evening drunk
Mosquito-hawk legs thinner
Than a hair between
Legs thin as a
Hairy laugh tail
. . . . . . . . . . . . .O for the tongue the Harp of Paradise!

[I had to insert the periods because I don't know how to do blockquote in WordPress.]

you go girl!

Taking a break from “the increasingly alarming writing project,” I have scanned the internet for something inspiring, and have finally found it. I want to share it with you:

By Gugug.

otoliths 15

On Halloween: Issue 15, the Southern Spring Issue of Otoliths is now live. It’s alive! ALIVE!

pagmamano

Eileen: I get “pagmamano” a lot, lately. Primarily, I think, because of the increasingly grey hair. It’s a strange feeling indeed.

Halloween

Samhain. Dia de los Muertos. All Saints (coming up). Remember the Dead.

“I Remember” by Devendra Banhart.

(Yes, I’ve posted this video before, but somehow it seems more appropriate than all the ghoulies and ghosties)

ringu

Dare I watch “The Ring” (Western version) tomorrow night?

Ringu (Japanese)

losing touch

I’ve lost touch with, I’d say, more than 3/4 of the people on my bloglist. Things are so different now than they were when I first started blogging in 2000. I was taking risks from day-one at that point — and frankly I produced quite a bit of bad and mediocre poetry. But I also wrote some pieces that I liked.

Best of all, it was a period of discovery and exploration. I don’t feel quite that way anymore — not because I don’t think there is more to explore, but I seem to have lost the heart for it. Funny, but I think I’ve lost the courage to write bad poetry (in public)! Somehow, taking that kind of risk was directly proportionate to the amount of delight I experienced in the process of writing. I was really…enchanted… with the process then.

Perhaps it’s time to make some changes — to rethink this whole thing.

I’ve tried moving all my poetry/writing stuff over to Prau (which originally was created just to hold information about the book, and reviews and other responses to it), but I’m not sure that is working. And I’m not even so sure that the Corporeal poems should go onto a separate blog. I think Eileen has a point about life and poetry being all one. Perhaps I’m dividing my poetry-blogging into too many units.

A blog is a funny thing. In a way, each is a language/visual “body” of its own. Each blog has its “skin,” and contains it’s own little corpus. –Or perhaps “body” is claiming more for a blog than it deserves. Maybe a little “stage” or venue from which we perform is more appropriate. I think that some people (I’m thinking of Jukka-Pekka Kervinen and Karri Kokko) do well with splitting off their work into a number of blogs, each existing within a separate idea-stage. I’m just not so sure it’s working for me.

Well, a blog can be many things to many people. Blogging for me, initially, was a sort of epistolary performance art. Letters/postcards to friends and strangers. Fragments of my imperfect self in the process of transforming, collaborating, dying, becoming.