
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Monday, December 26, 2011
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011

A Letter From Hammertown
...to the person who dumped four
green bags of garbage
behind the pad of Edwardian aggregate
resting on a knob of slate
out of which which flapped
insect wing fern fossils
a prescription for child's ear medicine
full cost covered (thank you BC Med)
revealed your address:
(withheld)
but let's not go there anyway
don't use the pickup
but perform the perimeter slow
as an August afternoon sniffwalk
then follow that very crooked track
whither will it wandered surrounded
then build a fence at eye level
over which we can tip
whatever sad shit the blackberry
can beneath a half-decade
of thickening barbs chew
with green teeth or pick
cleaner with gleaner planks,
whatever the water table
can't (or won't) hold down--
fastened then driven then hid
with certain care a split lid
randomized by ravens & raccoons
flattened by rain braille rime tuned
melancholic generic cola root beer
box saw you sit & sip with your sore ear.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011

Daily Kos: The Lies of Christopher Hitchens
Hitchens sacrificed his principles on the altar of the Second Gulf War. His legacy consists of the suffering caused by that act of aggression. Hitchens has played many roles, but he is essentially a more articulate version of George W. Bush—a spoiled child of privilege who played toy soldiers with human beings.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011


Live Streaming Background Music from the Seeburg 1000 Background Music System
"The music you are listening to comes from the incomparable Seeburg 1000 Background Music System that was in popular use in the 1950's, 1960's and into the 1970's"
Monday, December 05, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Pool Films resulted from the creative collaboration of writers Kenneth Macpherson and Bryher (Annie Winifred Ellerman) and Imagist poet H. D. (Hilda Doolittle). Funded by Bryhers inheritance from a vast family fortune, their projects were fueled by the principals interest in film and artistic experimentation. The three were invested in developing a context in which the young medium of film might be viewed as a fine art as well as interact with other verbal and visual art forms. The Pool Films productions, which were directed by Macpherson and often featured H. D. and Bryher as actors, experimented with narrative forms and explored the use of dramatic lighting and effects such as montage to represent emotional and psychological states.
Monkeys Moon, a film featuring two of his and Bryhers pet monkeys, was thought to be lost until the Beinecke Library acquired a copy in 2008. Some eighty years later, this film has been fully restored and digitized. Learn more at the Beinecke Library: http://bit.ly/xjlqn
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Friday, November 04, 2011
Monday, October 31, 2011
Reasons Why I Bark
This yard is about
more than you
or me now commitment's
more than a handshake
ink on a rag
rag on a stick
sweat on a stump
vinegar vat whiff
catflap Delius screeched
popcorn ears sewn over
walked out on your
subwoofered telenovelas
about fake animals
rattling under real distress
Littlest Hobo Shark Week
Lancelot Link Wigs Out
I don't fucking dig it
any more than
any other daytime Darwin,
Sunday supplemental
sitcom doorbells
horses shuffling in jazz pants
peas, leashes, slushes, fleas
anything I can't tax, leave or
by loving through your
brutal small mind
make go away.
You owe me you must have meant.
To walk from pole to pole
then tree to tree
was the squirrel's one good idea,
our quadripedal commons
becoming the flanked nuts
of an overhead contempt
his ruined Chernobyl tail
only partly concealed.
But fall means new storage
for everybody
caramelized skies
bleed pumpkin tiretracks
weeping lamps lit
with trailer drying bulbs
thorns facing units
through chainlink
raven-pecked pears
in a white bag
a slow weapon
for the horse people
to shoplift….
(tbc)
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011

Alli Warren on Ann Hamilton
Hamilton multiplies erasures throughout indigo blue. Her blue mountain of disappropriated labor, no bodies in sight, is juxtaposed against the body of the worker at the wooden table, erasing the text line by line. This very much alive and working body casts its shadow on the heap of dead labor piled behind it, signifying everything the uniforms are not...
Thursday, October 13, 2011

The Decline of Play
"[A]s a society, we have come to the conclusion that to protect children from danger and to educate them, we must deprive them of the very activity that makes them happiest and place them for ever more hours in settings where they are more or less continually directed and evaluated by adults, settings almost designed to produce anxiety and depression."
Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Isola di Rifiuti: Williams / Ashbery
Forget writing, it’s a trivial matter. But day in day out, when the inarticulate patient struggles to lay himself bare for you, or with nothing more than a boil on his back is so caught off balance that he reveals some secret twist of a whole community’s pathetic way of thought, a man is suddenly seized again with a desire to speak of the underground stream which for a moment has come up just under the surface. It is just a glimpse, an intimation of all that which the daily print misses or deliberately hides, but the excitement is intense and the rush to write is on again. It is then we see, by this constant feeling for a meaning, from the unselected nature of the material, just as it comes in over the phone or at the office door, that there is no better way to get an intimation of what is going on in the world.
WCW
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Monday, October 03, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
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