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Showing posts with label Writing Poetry Listening To The Cure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing Poetry Listening To The Cure. Show all posts
3/12/11
Austerity Pleasures Audio Recording
A recording of Austerity Pleasures being read in its totality. It's a bit chirpy, and best listened to at moderate volumes. You may download the recording as a MP3 here.
2/3/11
Two Upcoming Readings in Chicago
I'm reading something February 18th at 7 p.m. at threewalls gallery in Chicago, Illinois, with Matt Griffin and Mark Franz. Read about it at Chicago Artists Resource, threewalls, Rhizome and On the Make.
Then, on March 20th at 6 p.m., I'll be reading poetry at The Whistler in Chicago, Illinois, with Ben Tanzer, Victor David Giron and Natalie Edwards.
12/12/10
New Poems
Classified Déclassée
Q: But, do you love me?
Q: But, do you love me?
A: ‘I consider myself a revolutionary communist.’
(Burned on the return, ash met dirt with marked éclat.)
11/30/10
November Short North Gazette
I have a poem entitled, "It Doesn't Make Any Sense Because You Are Smiling," in the November 2010 issue of the Short North Gazette. You can find a free copy at a number of locations along High St., from the OSU campus to the downtown of Columbus, Ohio.
11/19/10
Preview Of My Upcoming Chapbook, "Us out of North America and/or Austerity Pleasures."
AUSTERITY PLEASURES
A USTERITY PLAISI RS
Or download.
Also, a review of Assuming Size at The Cold Cup Cafe.
Aarthi unilaterally published a desperate Facebook conversation.
Aarthi unilaterally published a Facebook playlet recounting my self-worth's skirmish with the Canadian border guard.
At Pop Serial Stephen Tully Dierks reads poems from Assuming Size.
Arty Party is back in stock at Quimby's in Chicago, IL. Assuming Size is also for sale at Quimby's but not through its online store.
Ryan Starinsky and I have a playlet entitled Louis Riel, Do You Know How I Feel? in Ozone Park Journal's next issue. Who wants to stage the first production?
Also, a review of Assuming Size at The Cold Cup Cafe.
Aarthi unilaterally published a desperate Facebook conversation.
Aarthi unilaterally published a Facebook playlet recounting my self-worth's skirmish with the Canadian border guard.
At Pop Serial Stephen Tully Dierks reads poems from Assuming Size.
Arty Party is back in stock at Quimby's in Chicago, IL. Assuming Size is also for sale at Quimby's but not through its online store.
Ryan Starinsky and I have a playlet entitled Louis Riel, Do You Know How I Feel? in Ozone Park Journal's next issue. Who wants to stage the first production?
11/10/10
Poems
I wrote poems about paintings, unicorns, dreams, poetry, poverty, maybe-soon-to-be defunct companies, ice cream and math.
10/19/10
New Poems
OCCUPY EVERYTHING
In all capitals, all the time
OCCUPY EVERYTHING
OCCUPY EVERYTHING
OCCUPY EVERYTHING
but I don’t even feel like
being in my own body.
In all capitals, all the time
OCCUPY EVERYTHING
OCCUPY EVERYTHING
OCCUPY EVERYTHING
but I don’t even feel like
being in my own body.
9/11/10
New Poems
Thurston, Not Thurston
When I was young I named a mouse Thurston.
Thurston was killed by my cat.
So I wanted to name my child Thurston.
I felt like if it would be a boy, it would be suitable.
But if it would be a girl, it would be really perfect.
Though kids would call the kid “Thirst’n.”
And the name would seem out of place, probably.
Everyone I knew was named “Brandon.”
When I was ten I first heard Sonic Youth.
At fifteen I learned the name, “Thurston Moore.”
At twenty I knew so many people who knew that name.
I realized I could never have “Thurston” for myself.
It was imbued with too much meaning.
I didn’t even like half their catalogue.
Thurston Moore ruins everything.
But still, when I wear a brown cardigan
or use my book embosser,
I think “Thurston.”
Like
it’s someone
I had,
loved,
and lost.
When I was young I named a mouse Thurston.
Thurston was killed by my cat.
So I wanted to name my child Thurston.
I felt like if it would be a boy, it would be suitable.
But if it would be a girl, it would be really perfect.
Though kids would call the kid “Thirst’n.”
And the name would seem out of place, probably.
Everyone I knew was named “Brandon.”
When I was ten I first heard Sonic Youth.
At fifteen I learned the name, “Thurston Moore.”
At twenty I knew so many people who knew that name.
I realized I could never have “Thurston” for myself.
It was imbued with too much meaning.
I didn’t even like half their catalogue.
Thurston Moore ruins everything.
But still, when I wear a brown cardigan
or use my book embosser,
I think “Thurston.”
Like
it’s someone
I had,
loved,
and lost.
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