Nada Gordon: On Docu-poetry, a Febrile Meditaion
Some mornings you just have to get up and immediately put on a couple Richard "Groove" Holmes CDs.

Soul Message and Groovin' with Jug to be exact. 



Listened to Wilson Pickett's I Found a Love five times in a row on the way to work today.


Deborah Meadows, Goodbye Tissues, Shearsman Books, 2009

Austere, active defacements, more than the sum of it's juxtapositions and borrowings, biodegradable thoughts...

convey the stepped day
by horn blast, retinal


in poison


Mary Herron is a bad ass.


Cosmonauts imitating cormorants
are even more wonderful
than cormorants.


See you at the Anne Boyer / Stephanie Strickland reading tomorrow at the Poetry Project.

think like a man of action, act like a Time-Warner cable repairman
It's the phone company (any phone company), Con Edison, Sears,
indeed any service organization that thinks the world has not moved
beyond the 1950s, when to exist was to change,
to change was to mature, to mature was to go on creating one's time
to provide life with guidelines methods, systems,
and analysis to establish that the eye sees only what the mind
is prepared to disagree with
I spent approximately 36 hours during a 5 day period on hold,
and usually got disconnected when they had to transfer me
to another department... and there's nothing worse than
being dead for a week and continually
being told to go to their website for easy troubleshooting
and there were no computers or software or cell phones that
made it possible to exactly schedule when a doctor
would show up, because of course dead people
had no problem sitting around for four hours wondering
if religion is to popularization what Homo sapiens are
to hating both time and space
Time-Warner has drawn my ire not because of their cable TV service,
which I never have a problem with.
It's because I stupidly fell for the spiel
life does not proceed by the association and addition of elements,
but by dissociation and dreaming up ways to file class action law suits
against the present moment which contains nothing more than the past,
and what is found in the effect is already in the
individual, so there really isn't much competition
except for going to a satellite to get your life back.
We seize, in the act of perception, something which outruns
any phone service I can imagine
because I can switch to my phone.
But now, my connection keeps going down, and that's a huge problem --
and not just because the only cure for vanity is the faculty
of manufacturing artificial sex appeal -- the keynote of Time.
time is the most basic of commodities.
It costs nothing, but its true value fluctuates wildly.
When wasted, it can cause great losses.
When spent wisely, it lets its living people reap uncountable benefits.
Time is not money; however, it can be spent toward the profitable
motive power of democracy as love.
In its entirety, probably, it follows us at every instant;
all that we have felt, thought and willed from our earliest infancy is there,
leaning over the present love which is about to join it,
pressing against the portals of consciousness
that would hate to leave it.
Does anyone know what I'm referring to?
The essence of a tendency is to develop in the form of a sheaf,
creating, by its very growth, my phone number
twice being put on hold (and told I could leave a message -- yeah, right)
transferred a few times (and each time asked to repeat my major life errors)
I was finally told that a doctor must come to my house,
and the next available appointment would be Friday -- and I was already dead!
True time management is controlling events rather
than minutes and hours.
There is no greater joy than that of feeling oneself a sob story,
but suffice it to say
I didn't pay for my internet for 3 months last year
Urge to kill...fading...fading..RISING ...fading..fading...gone...
I pointed out that since I don't have any service, I
can't really sit around at home in the middle of the day for four hours
waiting for someone who may or may not show up.
The person on the other end sympathized --
she acknowledged that she wouldn't be allowed to take off
four hours and wait for a body by the place which
at each moment it occupies in the universe,
indicates the parts and the aspects of matter
on which I can lay hold:
my perception, which exactly measures my virtual action
on scheduling technology,
and Time-Warner evidently hasn't mastered that
(along with phone and internet technology).
is an absolute only to be given to an intuition,
while all the rest has to do with
the inertia of humanity in regards to laughter the same way the
thousands of successive positions
of a runner are contract into one sole symbolic attitude,
I have had them come out to my place 6 times in the last 8 months...
I hate them with a passion.
These guys have no idea what they are doing and they
lie to your face.
my life keeps going out randomly and then coming back,
and my body has a history of failing.
The problem is the world which can't seem to get me
a strong enough signal.
I will obtain a vision of matter that is fatiguing
for my imagination
but pure and stripped of what the requirements of life
make me add to it in everyday language.
I've never hated something so much as Time Warner Cable.
In order to do something NEW ... you must give up something old.
You are doing something with every minute of your time right now.
You have been using every minute of your available time
since you were born.
You are spending all the time there is.
I cannot escape the objection that there is no state of mind,
however simple, that does not change
the essential functions of the universe,
which is a machine for
making Time Warner charge me $115 a month.
Other than that, they are pretty good.
my cable went out
about three weeks ago
and they sent out a repairman the next day.


Interview with Charlotte Mandell
The incessant piano part on the The Buzzcocks' Something's Gone Wrong Again sounds exactly like the piano part on The CBS recording of Terry Riley's In C.



I want to hear your voice
encouraging someone.
I want to hear your voice, as an alternative
to competing in the Olympic games.
The federal government has two choices,
it can bail out big banks
and hope help trickles down to homeowners,
or it can organize a dictatorship.
I want to hear your voice,
because it is probably the first music to
come along since some of the Kinks' older stuff that
actually brings the beginnings of tears to these jaded eyes.
I want to hear your voice
so you can talk about why it's important
to be aware of the situation.
I want to hear your voice talk about
creative and meaningful ways to take action,
chances are I will not be smart enough or fast enough
to rescue you if you're struggling.
You need to hold a lovely person in your arms.
The Department of Defense has accumulated
billions of dollars in excess property,
covering the entire range of materials,
equipment, and articles the Department uses,
including vehicles, weapons,
hand tools, lumber, medical equipment, and furniture.
A song that goes from full chorus
and band (that's loud) to a segment that is nearly
oriental in its pristine simplicity -- just wandering
piano, electronic swirlings and the whoosh of an icy wind.