"To think of you alone suffering the poems of these states!": ted berrigan
1) "its haunted, puzzled, delighted aplomb and its self-wounding, self-delighting nouveau Lacanian calculus, desire is the restless remainder of body subtracted from voice, or maybe it's voice from body": No.
2) "are the best of contradictions, coupling tradition with today's sardonic uncertainty.": No.
3) "is qauntum-packed inside its own reality, releasing beams of light and time that bend across the world of human beauty without having ever left the radiant point where the poems begin":No.
4) "positively bristles with intellectual and political energy of a very high order.":No.
5)"here things tend to be rusty, wet, subject to dry rot, incomplete, or just plain out of kilter":Yes.
6) "when poems as intellectually as these are brave enough to take an occasional detour through the heart.":No.
7) "has voraciuosly struggled to unmask what is most painful and hidden in our psyches, and to embody that unmasking in the process of lyric.":No.
8) "feels like standing behind a pane of glass watching the workings of a giant machine: flywheels, the latch catching the sprocket, but somewhere in the clockwork craft and synchronization one realizes a startling and beautiful fact—that this machine, like ourselves, is designed only to keep going.”: Yes.
9) "these poems as crossing the cool, allusive intricacy of Quentin Tarantino with the abstract, intense social passion of Walter Benjamin.": No.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Crossover Dance Hits
"Its nice and warm in here": A Tall Man
When some new people bought, gutted, installed a deli counter and metal shelves in the bodega across the street and called themselves organic, I didn't worry. The off-the-cuff enigmatic is automatic. I mumble and don't allow my yearning to boast. I needed light bulbs: 60 or 70 watt for the soul kitchen. More smug than thug. Late but not later. Near zero, but the girl was amphetamine, a greatest hits package of profanity, stubbornly relatively playful in just jeans and t-shirt asked me if I am her baby's father. I missed the child support payments. I ordered the 100 watt bulb. A dollar each. Two bulbs. She said your gonna see more than you want to. I said, i live in new york i always see more than i want to. My ever influential genius.
When some new people bought, gutted, installed a deli counter and metal shelves in the bodega across the street and called themselves organic, I didn't worry. The off-the-cuff enigmatic is automatic. I mumble and don't allow my yearning to boast. I needed light bulbs: 60 or 70 watt for the soul kitchen. More smug than thug. Late but not later. Near zero, but the girl was amphetamine, a greatest hits package of profanity, stubbornly relatively playful in just jeans and t-shirt asked me if I am her baby's father. I missed the child support payments. I ordered the 100 watt bulb. A dollar each. Two bulbs. She said your gonna see more than you want to. I said, i live in new york i always see more than i want to. My ever influential genius.
Friday, January 19, 2007
It's The Good Destruction
"It's the good destruction": Daniel Bejar
Head in handsome. There are no accidents so when I hear the Strokes it sounds less like the Velvet Underground and more like the Cars and when I read Dean Young I am reading Groucho Marx listening to the Talking Heads and..............
Head in handsome. There are no accidents so when I hear the Strokes it sounds less like the Velvet Underground and more like the Cars and when I read Dean Young I am reading Groucho Marx listening to the Talking Heads and..............
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Commercials With Songs On It
"And you'll go oh, oh, oh, oh":Brian Eno
All realizations are just...Well watching the television last night (?), I heard Morphine as the soundtrack for a GM truck commercial and the Buzzcocks for something else. And it just made my night more difficult.
Brooding atmospheres.......................
All realizations are just...Well watching the television last night (?), I heard Morphine as the soundtrack for a GM truck commercial and the Buzzcocks for something else. And it just made my night more difficult.
Brooding atmospheres.......................
Monday, January 15, 2007
One for CandyApples
More Noise Please
by Steven Jesse Bernstein
I live on a street where there are many, many cars and trucks and factories that pump and bang and grind all night and day. It is a miracle that I can write poetry or sleep or talk on the telephone or that my lover will visit me here. There is so much noise. Every few minutes a jet in comes in low or a prop job swings down like a kamikaze. There is an airport at the end of my street. The New Age people say that you choose all these things, choose the cars and trucks and airplanes, me and all of my neighbors. Well, maybe this is true, maybe we can't live without all this God damn noise. Maybe I need the noise to write poems, make love, and eat. I'm going to hang a sign out my window that says More Noise Please, or Thank You For Making Noise! Maybe we are the kind of people who need to have what we don't want just to get along, to do the basic things. Myself, I could not sleep last night and I could not close the window, either. I tried to tear the window out of its frame and put it in a closed position, banging and ripping with a hammer and a screwdriver, standing on the window ledge in my socks, three stories up. But the window wouldn't come out, the factory was screaming and the trucks were rumbling and the whole world was praying for silence and it was up to me to shut the window and I couldn't get it down. I was just making more noise. A jet went by and all the people waved. "Thanks!," I yelled as the shift changed without a lull in production at the big plant across the street. The workers lined up at the bus stop, watching me with my hammer in the window. I put sponge stoppers in my ears but I can't stand those things for more than a few minutes. Finally I put my head between two pillows. It is the same every night. I love it. I need it. "Without you I could not live! I would not have written this poem!," I yell, the window dangling half on, half off.
by Steven Jesse Bernstein
I live on a street where there are many, many cars and trucks and factories that pump and bang and grind all night and day. It is a miracle that I can write poetry or sleep or talk on the telephone or that my lover will visit me here. There is so much noise. Every few minutes a jet in comes in low or a prop job swings down like a kamikaze. There is an airport at the end of my street. The New Age people say that you choose all these things, choose the cars and trucks and airplanes, me and all of my neighbors. Well, maybe this is true, maybe we can't live without all this God damn noise. Maybe I need the noise to write poems, make love, and eat. I'm going to hang a sign out my window that says More Noise Please, or Thank You For Making Noise! Maybe we are the kind of people who need to have what we don't want just to get along, to do the basic things. Myself, I could not sleep last night and I could not close the window, either. I tried to tear the window out of its frame and put it in a closed position, banging and ripping with a hammer and a screwdriver, standing on the window ledge in my socks, three stories up. But the window wouldn't come out, the factory was screaming and the trucks were rumbling and the whole world was praying for silence and it was up to me to shut the window and I couldn't get it down. I was just making more noise. A jet went by and all the people waved. "Thanks!," I yelled as the shift changed without a lull in production at the big plant across the street. The workers lined up at the bus stop, watching me with my hammer in the window. I put sponge stoppers in my ears but I can't stand those things for more than a few minutes. Finally I put my head between two pillows. It is the same every night. I love it. I need it. "Without you I could not live! I would not have written this poem!," I yell, the window dangling half on, half off.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Unwashed and Slightly Somewhat Dazed
"yah gee": Robert Grenier
It was just a cube of dark wet with people and people wet with liquor. The wet was begining or had begun. A birthday. Party. Speech-spill. Light dusting here and there, bodies increasingly about from into below beside against among within. The
Girls who are boys who like boys to be girls who do boys like they're girls who do girls like they're boys always should be someone you really love, NO the first of many Not Nows. Tattoo useless. No tired needs a little bit of help. soso sexy. Beautiful is sometimes people and sometimes it betrays its barely worth the wait. Just give me a pump organ and a bitter streak.
It was just a cube of dark wet with people and people wet with liquor. The wet was begining or had begun. A birthday. Party. Speech-spill. Light dusting here and there, bodies increasingly about from into below beside against among within. The
Girls who are boys who like boys to be girls who do boys like they're girls who do girls like they're boys always should be someone you really love, NO the first of many Not Nows. Tattoo useless. No tired needs a little bit of help. soso sexy. Beautiful is sometimes people and sometimes it betrays its barely worth the wait. Just give me a pump organ and a bitter streak.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
He Bears a Disquieting Resemblance To a Vanilla MilkShake
"Swinging man I'm hanging around Hangin' 'round I'm the swinging man and my feet Never touch the ground Swinging man Swinging man I swing back and forth": Black Flag
It stinks in subway elevators. Very stinky. But it might just be the shaft of the elevator................and the elevator going up and down in the stink shaft.
It stinks in subway elevators. Very stinky. But it might just be the shaft of the elevator................and the elevator going up and down in the stink shaft.
Sunday, January 7, 2007
Tag
Morgan Schuldt tagged me for five confessions, Here we go:
1) Miss Connecticut of 19?? took me for a ride in her z-28 and taught me the lyrics of Sympathy for the Devil. She also forgave the erection.
2) I don't like fruits but enjoy their byproducts. Example: No to apples, but Yes to apple sauce.
3)While living in Tucson, AZ I worked giving bottles of water out to basketball players who were dying from thirst while trying to practice.
4)Morgan Lucas 'Madonna' Schuldt threatened in a bar in Tucson to beat me up for criticizing the acting of Tom Cruise.
5)I bummed a cigarette from Lars Ulrich in the smoking lounge of the Las Vegas airport.
I know, I know im supposed to send this to 5 other people, but who????????????????
1) Miss Connecticut of 19?? took me for a ride in her z-28 and taught me the lyrics of Sympathy for the Devil. She also forgave the erection.
2) I don't like fruits but enjoy their byproducts. Example: No to apples, but Yes to apple sauce.
3)While living in Tucson, AZ I worked giving bottles of water out to basketball players who were dying from thirst while trying to practice.
4)Morgan Lucas 'Madonna' Schuldt threatened in a bar in Tucson to beat me up for criticizing the acting of Tom Cruise.
5)I bummed a cigarette from Lars Ulrich in the smoking lounge of the Las Vegas airport.
I know, I know im supposed to send this to 5 other people, but who????????????????
Pointing Out The Fact That I'm Undressed
"Life ain't so happy in your little Shangri-La": Ray Davies
Menthol oral anesthetic lozenges. Sunday depression for monday. Kazu Makino Kazu Makino Kazu Makino Kazu Makino Kazu Makino Kazu Makino Kazu Makino Kazu Makino. yesterday was the lower east side and lowbrows made by and courtesy of saki(s). Like waiting for an invitation during constant references to time and the scent of pine then marijuana then I went home with headphones on more than off. Cursing ones friends is closer to drinking enough to leave messages a little less than more inspirational goading. "Ted" by Ron Padgett. There were guitars and "how you feel without confrontation don't you Why I want feel without how you, I feel all?". Someone turned a year older. I saw the Annie Leibovitz: A Photographer's Life, 1990–2005, an exhibition of more than 200 photographs and turned it into sulking sponsored by American Express. I will listen to what other people have to say about it, but I was disappointed while ruled by crowds, crowding, crowded. New York is far too warmer than the people I met in Thompkins Square Park. Found an umbrella and a book on the United States. The book was bookmarked on the Great Plains. Maybe someone was lost?
Menthol oral anesthetic lozenges. Sunday depression for monday. Kazu Makino Kazu Makino Kazu Makino Kazu Makino Kazu Makino Kazu Makino Kazu Makino Kazu Makino. yesterday was the lower east side and lowbrows made by and courtesy of saki(s). Like waiting for an invitation during constant references to time and the scent of pine then marijuana then I went home with headphones on more than off. Cursing ones friends is closer to drinking enough to leave messages a little less than more inspirational goading. "Ted" by Ron Padgett. There were guitars and "how you feel without confrontation don't you Why I want feel without how you, I feel all?". Someone turned a year older. I saw the Annie Leibovitz: A Photographer's Life, 1990–2005, an exhibition of more than 200 photographs and turned it into sulking sponsored by American Express. I will listen to what other people have to say about it, but I was disappointed while ruled by crowds, crowding, crowded. New York is far too warmer than the people I met in Thompkins Square Park. Found an umbrella and a book on the United States. The book was bookmarked on the Great Plains. Maybe someone was lost?
Friday, January 5, 2007
Contrary and Contradicting As Under Emergency Conditions
"creased, the darkness seems exactly the same--someone in one of those houses is you": Graham Foust
President Bush added a "signing statement" in recently passed postal reform bill that has quietly claimed sweeping new powers to open Americans' mail without a judge's warrant.
The President asserted his new authority when he signed a postal reform bill into law on Dec. 20. Bush then issued a "signing statement" that declared his right to open people's mail under emergency conditions.
That claim is contrary to existing law and contradicted the bill he had just signed, say experts who have reviewed it.
Bush's move came during the winter congressional recess and a year after his secret domestic electronic eavesdropping program was first revealed. It caught Capitol Hill by surprise.
"Despite the President's statement that he may be able to circumvent a basic privacy protection, the new postal law continues to prohibit the government from snooping into people's mail without a warrant," said Rep. Henry Waxman (D-Calif.), the incoming House Government Reform Committee chairman, who co-sponsored the bill.
Experts said the new powers could be easily abused and used to vacuum up large amounts of mail.
"The [Bush] signing statement claims authority to open domestic mail without a warrant, and that would be new and quite alarming," said Kate Martin, director of the Center for National Security Studies in Washington.
"The danger is they're reading Americans' mail," she said.
"You have to be concerned," agreed a career senior U.S. official who reviewed the legal underpinnings of Bush's claim. "It takes Executive Branch authority beyond anything we've ever known."
A top Senate Intelligence Committee aide promised, "It's something we're going to look into."
Most of the Postal Accountability and Enhancement Act deals with mundane reform measures. But it also explicitly reinforced protections of first-class mail from searches without a court's approval.
Yet in his statement Bush said he will "construe" an exception, "which provides for opening of an item of a class of mail otherwise sealed against inspection in a manner consistent ... with the need to conduct searches in exigent circumstances."
Bush cited as examples the need to "protect human life and safety against hazardous materials and the need for physical searches specifically authorized by law for foreign intelligence collection."
White House spokeswoman Emily Lawrimore denied Bush was claiming any new authority.
"In certain circumstances - such as with the proverbial 'ticking bomb' - the Constitution does not require warrants for reasonable searches," she said.
Bush, however, cited "exigent circumstances" which could refer to an imminent danger or a longstanding state of emergency.
Critics point out the administration could quickly get a warrant from a criminal court or a Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Court judge to search targeted mail, and the Postal Service could block delivery in the meantime.
But the Bush White House appears to be taking no chances on a judge saying no while a terror attack is looming, national security experts agreed.
Martin said that Bush is "using the same legal reasoning to justify warrantless opening of domestic mail" as he did with warrantless eavesdropping.
President Bush added a "signing statement" in recently passed postal reform bill that has quietly claimed sweeping new powers to open Americans' mail without a judge's warrant.
The President asserted his new authority when he signed a postal reform bill into law on Dec. 20. Bush then issued a "signing statement" that declared his right to open people's mail under emergency conditions.
That claim is contrary to existing law and contradicted the bill he had just signed, say experts who have reviewed it.
Bush's move came during the winter congressional recess and a year after his secret domestic electronic eavesdropping program was first revealed. It caught Capitol Hill by surprise.
"Despite the President's statement that he may be able to circumvent a basic privacy protection, the new postal law continues to prohibit the government from snooping into people's mail without a warrant," said Rep. Henry Waxman (D-Calif.), the incoming House Government Reform Committee chairman, who co-sponsored the bill.
Experts said the new powers could be easily abused and used to vacuum up large amounts of mail.
"The [Bush] signing statement claims authority to open domestic mail without a warrant, and that would be new and quite alarming," said Kate Martin, director of the Center for National Security Studies in Washington.
"The danger is they're reading Americans' mail," she said.
"You have to be concerned," agreed a career senior U.S. official who reviewed the legal underpinnings of Bush's claim. "It takes Executive Branch authority beyond anything we've ever known."
A top Senate Intelligence Committee aide promised, "It's something we're going to look into."
Most of the Postal Accountability and Enhancement Act deals with mundane reform measures. But it also explicitly reinforced protections of first-class mail from searches without a court's approval.
Yet in his statement Bush said he will "construe" an exception, "which provides for opening of an item of a class of mail otherwise sealed against inspection in a manner consistent ... with the need to conduct searches in exigent circumstances."
Bush cited as examples the need to "protect human life and safety against hazardous materials and the need for physical searches specifically authorized by law for foreign intelligence collection."
White House spokeswoman Emily Lawrimore denied Bush was claiming any new authority.
"In certain circumstances - such as with the proverbial 'ticking bomb' - the Constitution does not require warrants for reasonable searches," she said.
Bush, however, cited "exigent circumstances" which could refer to an imminent danger or a longstanding state of emergency.
Critics point out the administration could quickly get a warrant from a criminal court or a Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Court judge to search targeted mail, and the Postal Service could block delivery in the meantime.
But the Bush White House appears to be taking no chances on a judge saying no while a terror attack is looming, national security experts agreed.
Martin said that Bush is "using the same legal reasoning to justify warrantless opening of domestic mail" as he did with warrantless eavesdropping.
Thursday, January 4, 2007
Verse Chorus Verse
"Oh, I love it, love it, love it": Katherine Moennig"
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