All Things Reach A Point!

How to Draw A Hitler Mustache

Parent Machine

The most interesting thing about this machine is how it doesn't operate on batteries, but, instead, converts the nothing into something not better than nothing, but not less than nothing either. It works out well for everyone.

What Max Does at Birthday Parties

The pinata is in the shape of Darth Vader's head, which is also on Max's shirt. These things make tons of sense when you get down to it. Close your eyes if you have to! I would too! If he were to write a poem, he might write:

I

can

we

the

red

you.

And that, my hoo hoo's, is beautiful.

I Was Also Blogging

The following poem is an example of a Mandrake. The form requires the writer of the poem to supply some sort of "brief introduction," which this sentence is an example of. I would explain the importance of the brief intro, except I don't need to. You can tell, even in this word (and certainly in the preceding sentences), that the intro to the Mandrake is an essential part of its Mandrakeness. You can learn more about the Mandrake in this article, published in Jacket, 2005.

I Was Also Blogging

Ron Silliman is a great American blogger, at least in terms of poetry blogs. Everyone reads him, including his friends, like Barrett Watten and Curtis Faville.

It says here: It's a 300 foot drop!

John Ashbery is a great American poet who also has written a great deal of art criticism and other things. His friends, especially Frank O'Hara, are legends, like him.

It says here: This is improv. This is "Who's Line Is It Anyway?"

You know, I like Amy Gerstler. She's a terrific poet and also very,very kind. I also like reading Dennis Cooper's blog. Dennis and Amy are longtime friends. Dennis' blog is a little heavy on the gay porn/exposed, effete, young male side for me, but it's always interesting anyway.

It says here: Not a human thinking, not a human something, but a human being!

You know, I think Amy Gerstler should have a blog. She could link to me, Peter Davis, and other people she knows like Dennis Cooper.

It says: It's a washing machine, not a cocktail waitress.

William Carlos Williams was no Wallace Stevens, just as Wallace Stevens was no William Carlos Williams. We're comparing apple doctors and orange insurance men, here.

It says: Now I'm done. Hey, hey, everybody! Ice cream sandwiches!

The long and short of American poetry is Walt Whitman and Emily Dickinson. Neither blogged in the true, bloggy sense. But both were clearly endpoint indicators, in regard to the specific length of a poem. This doesn't make them familiar with computers, but it does imply technology.

It says: Rated at 35 miles an hour! Two amazing cars! I got a knucklehead!

But, really, everyone reads Silliman's blog. Even if you don't, it's kind of like you do just because you might have heard of him or poets like Rae Armantrout or Amy Gerstler. Even if just through this poem! I know I mentioned Amy before, but I guess I'm still thinking about her.

It says: You are suffering from a medical condition. Morel mushrooms! That is because, don't get me wrong, let's pretend this was all spontaneous!

Stuff on My Desk (It's All Sort of Ominous, But In AGood Way)

First there's the Darth Vader notebook which contains the words that my son knows how to read and spell. They are: I, can, we, the, red, you.

It's that Kent Johnson's new book! Now that's a good thing! People, we are allowed to appreciate the things in the universe!

It's a guitar tuner because if you play a guitar you may notice the frequency with which guitars need to be tuned. It's not all the time, but it happens.

She Is 730 Days Old Today!

the first picture: L to R, my wife, her little sister, her "Mom-mo"(great grandmother), her mom, and her grandmother, Mary Jane.

the second picture: L to R, grandmother Mary Jane, my daughter Estella (shortly after she was born), my wife, and her mom (my mother-in-law).

last picture: Estella Jo (this past July in Colorado, at some water park).

Tuesday Stuff

Things That Are Hard to Argue

When I was losing
at chess

to Max, he said that
I was

"making a Loserville
meatball."

Things on My Desk

This is Max before he could even crawl. Like, 5 months. I don't know. But, this kid. He told my wife today, "Just because someone's upset at you, that doesn't mean you have to be upset at them."

This pen cap is saying, "I am slanted because the world is whatever."

Also, I have a job and things to remember.

Things on My Desk

The glasses I will soon replace. They've been good but I'm ready.
The sharpener contains a beautiful fetus shaving.
The screw is unused and worried.

He Was Super Stoked!

Stuff You Blah

I think sometimes, poetry. Jesus.
Why on earth? And I just hate it.
I say to myself all kinds of stuff.
And I hate a lot of it.
And then, I even notice that other poets
are awful too. I hate hate.
Now the fun starts. You're like,
Fuck. Also, whole parts of my life I can't
comprehend. Especially with words.
Oh god people! I'm drying up in here.
I'm hollow hollow hollow.
You've got ideas. Me too.

Thursday

I've been recording some tunes.
And my mom's here for a visit.
She's great. Perfect.
And then I was trying to change something,
but other things happened.
You could measure it, like with
a ruler.
Or not.
To me it doesn't matter.
I've been trying to rebirth myself.
To tie myself up in some rebirthification.
I'm all like, let's get some
rebirthisizing happening up in here.