Cockney geezer reads The Communist Manifesto
didn't leave the apartment the entire weekend...actually didn't really leave the couch...and that's why i still have a computer, a television, an ipod and whatever else the dumbfuck idiot who tried to rob my house would've taken...i mean, come on, if you're going to rob a house don't you usually make sure the person who lives in it isn't on the couch watching The Untouchables?! MOR-freakin'-ON...
and can i just say how much i hate March Madness...basketball is a lame enough sport as it is without it being aired 18 hours a day...everyday...i mean, for the b-ball fans...how do you get excited watching this sport...it's like field goal/ field goal/ field goal/ field goal/ field goal/ field goal/ field goal/ field goal/ field goal/ field goal/ field goal/ field goal/ field goal/ field goal/ field goal/ field goal/ field goal...and that happens within like four mintues, where's the excitement?...i'll tell you where the excitement is...the last 4 minutes of the game...that's it...skip the entire game, chug your beer during the last four minutes, scream and shout, go home...in fact, i'd go so far as to say that basketball games should only be 10 minutes long...5 minutes for the monotony of field goals and slam dunks as a set up/ and 5 mintues of real hussle and passion to win the game...sounds good to me...and this is coming from someone who played Catholic school basketball for 7 years (i'm not Catholic but the private school teams were better than the public ones i went to so i played for them)...
movie review:
A History Of Violence- i think David Cronenberg is officially my favorite director...i've loved every single one of his movies...from Scanners to The Fly to Naked Lunch to AHOV...a strange otherwordly quality to them...like they take place on an alternate earth in an alternate time that's concurrent with our own...anyway, i loved AHOV...AND to boot, he's really good friends with Norma...
saw Eleni Sikelianos read on Friday...lucky us, all new work...her The Body Clock especially sticks out...i don't have my notes on me (i'm at work) so i can't go into any detail...later...
and now that the USA team is out of the WBC...i'm with BB and Pierre, viva la Cuba, viva la Cuba!!!
3 comments:
1. Scary shit!
2. Viva Cuba!
3. So I'm reading SYMPOSIUM in Greek and near the beginning, get this, there's this friend of Appolodorus, to whom App. is telling the whole story. App. is apparently telling the story of the symposium to a group of rich businessmen (see white male poet blog for more). App. goes on this rant, like, "Nothing gets me hotter than talking about philosophy, but you know what digusts me is to hear you businesspeople talking about your bills and shit."
To which his friend says "No wonder they call you a MALAKA, Appolodorus!"
Bam!! MOTED!!
malaka...ahhh shoot...appolodorus is just a triflin' ass robbie...appolodorus got moted...MOTEEEEED!!!!
thanks for the anthology poem...
john, i left a comment at nicoloff's blog... but just to say.. i really like the form he proposes.
also, maybe i'm just a poser, but i like march madness. it's the only time i can keep up with the stakes of the games (what it means that x beats y). i like watching college basketball. but i like most sports for the same reasons: the colors, sounds, and patterns (the swirling of hunched-over bike riders, the star-patterns soccer players make, the force & costuming of football....)
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