Monday, March 30, 2009

And April First Is Almost Here

In April I'm gonna post some poems podcast-style over here, and, on Shanna's mild dare, I will also do the writing and posting of a poem a day for national poetry month. Previously, I have not written poetry in April on the premise that I wrote poetry throughout the year and, since April was for poets, I'd just take the month off. But this year is different for reasons that aren't yet clear. 

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

How to Spend Money

So, I had  just finished reading some poems
and came back to my stool and sat down and
pulled back my beer and sucked on it a little
and looking out the window I saw 
the image of a tow truck just as
it was pulling out of the parking lot
with my car, which was attached 
to the ass end of the tow truck and I was 
like, there goes my car.
And it was lucky I had a friend there
with a 100 bucks cash and lucky to see the car
go because they wouldn't accept anything
but cash. And the point is only that those reading
after me, like Joe B. and Ryan R. and 
Megan V. and Joe M. and Jeremy B. and
whoever else might be reading
that I'm not aware of, I missed. 
I wouldn't have been able to stay the whole
time anyway, but I feel bad leaving.
Anyway, you people, I was able to get my car
without a ton of trouble. 
I'm sure the rest of the evening rocked. 

Friday, March 20, 2009

Death @ Your Door

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

A Thing I Wrote That You Can Read

I have a review of Kent Johnson's Homage to the Last Avant-Garde in what will be the next issue of Jacket. It is already up, however. You should check it out and then write me and tell me how much you enjoy it. That'd mean a lot to me.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

An Explanation

You're a silly girl most of the time,
and when you're not being 
silly you act like
a kid which is mostly beautiful
but sometimes 
inconvenient. That's the thing 
about kids, Tina. They are
Say you have something
you want to do or you want
to go get something or just
watch some TV or something.
Kids always screw that 
stuff up. You end
up looking at them. 

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

The U. S. Secretary of Education

Even though he's saying stuff that makes sense, the U. S. Secretary of Education just said on the Charlie Rose show, "great teachers matter extraordinarily much."

Short Hand, ATTILA!

You don't know it, or you do, but the new music is coming along well and getting closer and closer and...

A Question: What Have You Done for Me Lately?

Do I have any former students out there, or just loyal readers of this blog, who are still here in Muncie and also good with Mac computers? I've got a new one and I don't know much and I could use some help. I'll buy you beer or something. email me: And, as always, thank you for being here. 

Monday, March 09, 2009

Making a Commitment

This new computer is 
making me a better person,
in a very little
quick way.
Also, I am going slightly 
crazy, but that's 
not stopping me 
from using adjectives.
Either way, you're
a dumb fuck, Tina,
and I'm not just 
gonna sit
around anymore. 

Friday, March 06, 2009

Points to Mention to Tina

I've been meaning
to rise above
my surroundings
but yet
they persist
and so I find myself
humming weird 
tunes in my
head. Some of
them are like
Boom, Boom, shooe
eeee, eeee, A.
Others repeat
words or phrases like
"Ramadon" or
"You will die young."
Some Mornings
it just ruts
in my head.

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Not Meaning to Be A Jerk, But Also Wanting to Say Something That's True

I just read an interview with a poet whose poems I like
but who really said things like
"My enchantment, my idea of enchantment, my ability to 
be carried away to other worlds through enchantment (animals,
books, music) was a gift I was born with."
and "I have been told that my poetry is full of music. 
I'm asked how I go about achieving that. Honestly, 
I have no answer for that, and I'm not even sure what it means, 
except that I have a natural and easy sense of
sound and rhythm that I don't have to work for."
And then the poet describes being protected by animals
and how the poet doesn't fear bears and how practically rabid
dogs actually leap for joy on the poet, because, I guess
the dog senses it's in the presence of the poet.
Beast master, bear whisperer, enchanter 
and enchantee. One who has studied "Bach partitas 
and sonatas for practically my entire life." Friend
of the homeless though the poet was practically orphaned. 
It's all so beautiful I don't know what to do with myself.