everyone loves arts & crafts; i'm retarded

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my office finally updated its internet explorer. i feel like i have my life back now.
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started nick antosca's midnight panic. damn good. was reading on the subway to work and missed my stop. that good. i think i'm going to ride the subway around for a few hours later just reading and end up where i end up and that will be okay.
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feed on some TA. have had their new album on repeat the past two weeks. energy.

new stuff at killing the buddha – a pretty good place, run by folks in brooklyn – another pretty good place.

started season one of twin peaks (1990). was surprised by how much i enjoyed it. felt kind of stupid for taking so long to put it on my netflix queue. strange/sad/scary stuff. really eerie. pretty convinced the show’s creator, david lynch, is the man. mulholland drive is the only other piece of lynch’s work i had previously seen - another awesome flick.



i found a lynch interview on npr. he talks about how he uses transcendental meditation in his creative process. he also answers many caller-questions about his work and inspirations. it’s about thirty minutes. i found it really encouraging & recommend a listen to anyone who struggles getting their work/ideas/creations to 'work' from time to time – like me - like you - like everyone.

ana c. is sick. she'll tell you the rain made her sick. but i know the truth: she was eating spiders (again). i watched her sticking them in her mouth. i heard her chewing. I heard her crunching. i told her to stop, but she wouldn't listen. she never listens when she's eating spiders.



now they're crawling around inside her stomach gumming and foaming and and yeasting and shitting and licking and laying eggs and things in the lining of her ribs and things.

email her. make her feel better. send her your poems about expiring. i did. help her kill the spiders inside her. we can save her.

recapitulation (week of 1/11):

my poetry chap is on sale ($2) at mondo bummer books . so - basically - you can by this chapbook or a bottle of soda - which would be unhealthy and bad and fattening.

poems at asphodel madness

more poems at reynard seifert’s hahaclever.

dhhamn. checkout reynard and his ride:



dude writes things that stickout to me

like this

and his ebook “zzzombiezzz”

bb & kb have a list of tips for writing in 2010 - some of which i liked & some of which i thought were bullshit, but whatever - i read them all and liked it.

new vampire wkend blowz. what do you think?

herbal essence by adam moorad is now available from mondo bummer books

mondo bummer books is a new, "small press that publishes poetry and fiction in a disappointing way" run by amy berkowitz.

here is amy reading poetry/cuddling with a sock-puppet. she seems nice. so send her some of them writings you gots.



i feel happy. thanks amy!

some poems @ the blotter here. but ya know what? if adobe really bends your hard drive over and drives hard – like it does to mine – then skip it. wait for the dvd.

here is a spectrum of what are apparently primary, secondary, and tertiary colors my sick body is exuding from various orifices - with the exception of the blue colors maybe.



guess i should go out tonite and celebrate not dying if i don't die by tonite.

this morning: got a rejection letter from a journal i never submitted to for a submission i didn't write.

it reminded me of the time i got an acceptance letter addressed to someone else for work i wrote.

like - is it just me? - or is everything shit?

bronchitis sucks man. insides feel constipated on goo. must have made lip contact with too many ill strangers on nye. can't remember. want to rip out my respiratory system and give it some sort of saltwater enema and see what happens. here is me:




poems @ blacklisted mag today.

new right hand pointing is up with stuff.

discovered xtx’s black magician mp3s – felt undressed. was made red and hot and wet in places I didn’t know existed.

two shorts @ jmww. balkanian figure skating is involved. so is a body of water called lake linville.



lake linville is a real lake in the respect that it is not a real lake. the lake's name is irrelevant. i'm joined by several recognizables: sean lovelace, ravi mangla, anne valente, etc.

i grew a beard over xmas. i shaved the beard and left a mustache. felt like i would/could be stylish if i lived in a place like columbia or ecuador. thought about moving to south america. pretended it was possible.



i kept my mustache for five minutes then shaved it away. wished i had a fuller mustache. wished i was a real man. wanted to fight real men. fought them. the battle rages on.

damn. feel really behind on life. everything has a strange blue tint. am lazy. sick. cold. have heartburn. haven't spent much time online/reading. cellphone is basically broken. addicted to 'apocalypse week' on the history channel. been listening to several dated, underrated albums - as follows:

'pinkerton' - weezer
'lost souls' - doves
'let go' - nada surf



nyc feels dead/bitter/poor. the season of hibernation is here. 2010 seems like whatever. new years resolutions include:

drink less.
watch tv less.
proofread.
figure life out.
travel to space.
turn 27.

so. damn.

poem @ gutter eloquence magazine

poem @ locust

2 poems (somewhere) @ the houston literary review

'self-contained' excerpt (somewhere) @ mud luscious

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