Any suggestions from NYC folks for a reasonable, i.e. cheap, hotel to stay at in NYC that is somewhat proximal to St. Mark's? Email me or suggest in the comments. Much appreciated.


Last movie night last night. We are taking the summer off.


pre order

Your copy of Full On Jabber here.




Twombly has me thinking about crayons and house paint.

the best part

of having to sit through two and a half hours of a graduation program (congrats) is seeing 73 year old Cecile receive her diploma!!!!! That's why I work at a community college...among other reasons.


Listening. Waits' songs are mini-theaters. It's easy to take him for granted until you listen again.


  • "The [Red] Sox entered the night with just 12 errors, the lowest total in the Major Leagues. Their .991 fielding percentage was also tops. "
  • It was Short Cuts last night, not The Player, my bad.
  • Erasure



Month concludes tonight. This song by Keith Carradine from Nashville, last week's movie:

It's not my way to love you just when no one's looking
It's not my way to take your hand if I'm not sure
It's not my way to let you see what's going on inside of me
When it's a love you won't be needing, you're not free
Please stop pulling at my sleeve if you're just playing
If you won't take the things you make me want to give
I never cared too much for games and this one's driving me insane
You're not half as free to wander as you claim
But I'm easy
I'm easy
Give the word and I'll play your game
So that's how it ought to be
Because I'm easy
Don't lead me on if there's nowhere for you to take me
If loving you would have to be a sometime thing
I can't put bars on my insides
My love is something I can't hide
It still hurts when I recall the times I've cried
I'm easy
I'm easy
Take my hand and pull me down
I won't put up any fight
Because I'm easy
Don't do me favors, let me watch you from a distance
'Cause when you're near, I find it hard to keep my head
And when your eyes throw light at mine
It's enough to change my mind
Make me leave my cautious words and ways behind
That's why I'm easy
Ya, I'm easy
Say you want me, I'll come running
Without taking time to think
Because I'm easy
Ya, I'm easy
Take my hand and pull me down
I won't put up any fight
Because I'm easy
Ya, I'm easy
Give the word, I'll play your game
So that's how it ought to be
Because I'm easy


Reader of Spell and Drill, I'd say heed this call.

No. 10, 1958

holy ghost
here's the blood
my barrel chest rests inside
these four walls
frame an end to end



A squashed spider
in the Green Lake is
Awake Orion stich
cowering trees seam
connect moonless dots
leaves no sound
to the trees
who said so
a hangman's eyeslits
a once lost habit returns
I am not what
I am not used to be
sustain is where I lack
an ache for you

standing o

for plunking Bonds.


good news

On a day that is one big shit sandwich. Just ordered my copy. You should order yours. I've read this manuscript, it is excellent.

o right

consensus - agreement in the judgment or opinion reached by a group as a whole; "the lack of consensus reflected differences in theoretical positions"; "those rights and obligations are based on an unstated consensus"



You rock! Fond, fond memory. Thanks.

Photo by Aaron Tieger. Can you name the cast of characters?


Lorine Niedecker from "Traces of Living Things"

For best work
you ought to put forth
some effort
to stand
in north woods
among birch

to see the lake
the still sky
out for an easy
the dragonfly


No.10, 1952

green light
heartache white
transcepted equations
a vein a shovel
rendered spires

No.18, 1951

slosh of wake
the white where it needles
sun askance
eyedrop and square
sheer needed

Untitled, 1953

past midday
crayon in a rush
green seeps the striations
if I'm only as good
mouthing back

Untitled [Purple, White and Red], 1953

brick bag strike
halo absence matches
a frame from wanting

its orange

meet me there



Poetry is some way
of keeping in touch,
something to do
against staring at the wall, blankly.
It's some way
of filling loneliness
without poltics.

Ceasing endless cruising
unclean hands, making
an effort where one doesn't have to.
Activity of one's own,
much as Mother's bedroom
or twilight, Sunday evening
when one's parents feel old.

John Wieners from Nerves


on that note...

You should own this album if you don't already.

this week's album

Naomi Yang's bass playing is ____. Please fill in the blank.


I bring my dog and cat to the vet.

I plant onions with my friend. What variety? Candy and probably Mars (red). Let's hope the thrips don't have their way with them.

I re-read my copy of Wild Flower Out of Gas that a sweet, sweet friend bought me after seeing my post. Most unexpected. Most appreciated.

My bid on a house expires. Fingers crossed.


"Dear Sir"

This from Jim Goar. I feel like a cad...being a librarian is rarely dull.


I continue to blog in the future. What shall I say to you from tomorrow?

Doug Mirabelli is back!

Will you, did you, should you boo Johnny Damon?