BLOWJOB!

i just inflated a queen size air mattress with my mouth...after a while it was sort of like huffing great big ballons of nitrous...i'm still a little dizzy...

that sucked, or should i say that fellated (haha...i'm so funny...haha)

LOVE AND ROCKETS!

Gary Sullivan on Los Bros Hernandez

...

i have The Shame right now...more than i've had it in a long time...i apologize to anyone and everyone at Tino's BBQ last night...

dream: Michael Palmer was made poet laureate of the U.S.A... i was in India in a Costo-like-store searching for a small box of sushi, all i could find were stacks upon stacks of ugly pastel sweatshirts...was undercover, with Andrew Macarthy and Rob Lowe, in an evil supernatural cult headed by Lauren Kohne...invited ghosts to talk to me, when they did, woke myself up screaming...

my brother arrives on wednesday...i'm more excited about that than anything...i rented a car so we'll explore CO a bit...

i have The Shame...big time...

...

Hollander chastises me for saying "ice cold Budweiser"

moted...

going to the bar? maybe...

James "fucking retarded'st song of the year" Blunt...

best news of the year

dream...

Zane told me my room was gross because it smelled like cigarettes...

Zane said "follow me, we've got a softball game going across the street..."

i said doubtfully "softball...?" Zane replied "maybe it's hardball, come see..."

Naropa mentors...

Bhanu Kapil, Robin Blaser, Andrew Schelling, Eleni Sikelianos, Akilah Oliver and Anne Waldman

Bay Area Mentors...

Kevin Killian, Benjamin Hollander, Steve Dickison, Maxine Chernoff, Paul Hoover, Susan Gevirtz, Stacy Doris, Chet Wiener and Larry Kearney...

thanks...

just wanted to give HUGE thanks to all the poets/ friends/ strangers who have been sending their beautiful books/ art objects/ cd's/ misc. creative projects/ subscriptions/ software etc. these last couple of weeks...

a run down of love (i haven't had the time to read/listen/interact with half of the stuff sent so no reviews yet):

1. Each In Neither- Michael Slosek
2. Picture of the Basket- Sarah Mangold
3. Small Town PZA- Parker Zane Allen/ Logan Ryan Smith
4. Pete Hoffman Days- David Harrison Horton
5. The Bus- Lauren Kohne
6. Bharat Jiva- kari edwards
7. Ishmael Among The Bushes- William Allegrezza
8. Temper and Felicity are Lovers- Kathryn l. Pringle/ sent by the editor Suzanne Stein
9. Rosemary Stretch- Betsy Fagin
10. Signed Even As A Waiting- Paul Klinger
11. Narrow House media package- sent by the endlessly generous Justin Sirois/ package included a bunch of cd's, a handful of pins and a "poem patch" (i'm going to blog further about my new favorite press/ project, Narrow House, in the coming days...)
12. Bay Poetics release reading poster- David Larsen
13. Indesign software program- sent by Steve McLaughlin from Philly...
14. Practice- sent by the editor Adrian Lurssen

and a special thanks to Kevin Killlian for his support regarding Zane...KK read from Zane's Dating Tips at the Bay Poetics reading...the featured readers were asked by Stephanie to choose work (not their own) to read from the anthology...Zane isn't in the book, but KK read his work anyway...Zane's wake/roast was on the same night as the anthology reading...thanks Kevin...it means a lot...

I LOVE THIS COMMUNITY!

read Los Bros Hernandez Tears From Heaven (Fantagraphics Books) (Gilbert and Jaime are my all time favorite comics writers/artists...i can't get enough of Love And Rockets...i want to hump Love And Rockets)

Jeremiah's bag got gaffled last night at the bar...and then we left the bar...and then we found his backpack laying on a bench about half a block away from the bar...nothing missing...which was great, though it put me in a fowl mood for the rest of the night...went back to the bar...sort of wanted to fight every dude in the bar...dude asked me for a smoke, i said "don't have one," he said "nice shirt," i said "yeah...you too buddy..."

watched School Of Rock which was great...watched Shaun of the Dead which totally sucked...

i've been gorging on cherries and watermelon (watermelon in Greek is karpoozi...my all time favorite greek word, "signomi, echete karpoozi vree?")

...currently listening to The Giants vs. The Rockies on the radio drinking an ice cold Budweiser sweating profusely in this Colorado heat...

Kevin Thurston

on mouth and chin; figs
wide face— big-orbed eyes
"innovative" as Jimmy
Durante yelling "Fright,
Anxiety, Horror, Terror"

—a morlock went missing at the BBQ

Kevin Thurston's

"john sakkis" poem

because i'm listening to Pat Reed, Andrew Schelling and Lorna Dee Cervantes...

heaven...i'm (about to be) in heaven...

from the delectable Mr. Jared Hayes...

"John,

what you've been asking for...today, barbeque and wiffle ball...say three until ten!

jared"

currently sitting in my office with the sleeves rolled up sweaty and gettin' sticky (like hyphy...)

makin' babies...

the wifey and I want babies...i want a daughter as our first...she want's me to give her a boy as our first...i told her i'd give her a boy (and i CAN...Vas Deferens what?!) if we can name him Dino...which she agreed to as long as we name our daughter Symeria...i can get with that...






currently at work on an Armand Schwerner, Schelling, Reed and Cervantes reading from 93...

who wants to take a "ghetto-bath" with me...?!

what's a ghetto-bath you ask?...a ghetto-bath (ghetto bathing that is) is what i occasionally do after a long night of drinking, a ghetto-bath is palmolive dish soap, a ghetto-bath is a submerged rolled up sock instead of a drain stopper, a ghetto-bath is lukewarm water, a ghetto-bath has a physical diameter of 5 ft not quite fitting my 6'5 frame...weird day yesterday: weird meaning rum, vodka tonics, chichi shots and two $1 bottles of zinfandel...wooter...cough...eh...snort...hack...

and then i watched Eli Roth's Hostel...which i loved...coming to realize i enjoy Roth's special DVD "featurettes" almost as much as the movies he makes...Cabin Fever and Hostel are most definitly in the house...

watched Capote...snor...i mean yeah it was great all all that...but boring...snor...and i don't agree with Koshkin's assertion that the writer and director copped out of portraying Truman's homosexuality...thing is, Capote isn't a bio pic...it's about his book In Cold Blood and the events leading up and proceeding from the experience of writing that book...Capote's homosexuality had nothing to do with it...

here's some books i read last week:

1. Night Season- Mark Lamoureux (Dusie) (mark has a great last name)
2. Caricature- Daniel Clowes (Fantagraphics Books) (i'm on his nuts big time...though SF homeboy Zwigoff needs to stop making second rate adaptations)
3. Young Gods and Friends- Barry Windsor-Smith (Fantagraphics Books) (sucked the bag...for real though...BWS's "introduction" as self-fellacio-fest is enough to make you want to kick his mother's ass)
4. The Bus- Lauren Kohne (self-published) (fucking loved it...as you well know, Lauren is one of my favorite SF artists...this new comic as chapbook as travelogue is the beat...)
5. Waiting For Food #3- Robert Crumb (Drawn & Quarterly) (is saying you like Crumb tantamount to saying you like Radiohead? is it passe yet...?..."i'm totally more underground than you")
6. Nova- Samuel R. Delany (Vintage) (Chip and i have sat next to each other two summers running post SWP ish at the Boulderado...he's sort of my favorite sci-fi writer of all time...and i can tell you what kind of cheese he likes...)
7. Talschlusse- Hartmut Abendschein (Dusie) (it's in german...what up BB?!...what up Angie?!...what up Shakespeare?!)
8. Loud Soft Silent- Joseph Cooper, Jared Hayes, Liz Guthrie, Andy Peterson (Hot Whiskey Reading Series #1) (a beautiful book as accompaniment to the reading...where i was drunk...and yellling stuff...and seriously considering hitting on a couple of highschool girls...)
9. The Peripheral Space Of Photography- Murat Nemet-Nejat (Green Integer) (Murat is my fav!)
10. Cusp- Jocelyn Saidenberg (Kelsey St. Press) (hi Jocelyn...holy shit finally read Cusp...holy shit loved it...go Francis Jaffer award!!!)

ghetto-bath here i come...

...currently listening to Freestyle Fellowship Innercity Griots...

"hot potato, pass the potato..."

BP Release...

Miss Young's photo doc at flickr...

Bay Poetics The New Yipes Reading Release Party

...currently listening to Aphex Twin I Care Because You Do...

Derby-girls...

so, this is my new friend Zarah...she's a derby-girl...she kicks ass (like bruises "kicks ass")...i'm totally facinated with derby-girls at the moment (and not JUST because of Bravo)...i'm thinking of writing a chapbook length series called Derby-Girl...i'm thinking of formulating a series of "interview" questions to ask Zarah and her teammates...taking those questions and making a roller-rink "bout" out of it a la Bhanu Kapil's The Vertical Interogation Of Strangers...i think this might be a useful way of getting out of the "head" of my current manuscript Mouf...what say you?







and can i just say that Gina Myers is my new favorite blogger...

new favorite blogger Gina

...currently listening to Yo La Tengo I Can Hear The Heart Beating As One...

chopped-liver...

oh yeah, just wanted to say...fuck friends who bounce (from the state) without saying goodbye...

...currently listening to Hymie's Basement Hymie's Basement...

liver...

i'm going to the bar...anyone want to drink with me i'll be at the Catacombs...

later-skater...

...currently listening to Hymie's Basement Hymie's Basement...

meme...

if you think it, it will happen (at least that's what my boss Joe Conway told me this morning (my disdain for the state of Naropa's grounds/ buildings is well documented/ noted within the archives))...Naropa is getting a huge facelift...the facade and original bell-tower of the Lincoln Building are being restored...the parking lot is being repaved...new gardens are being tended...new windows being installed in the Upaya cottages...oh joy! i'm in heaven...Naropa has a huge problem with appearance...it's ugly...that's a fact...well not fair...one half of it is ugly...the area encompassing the Ginsberg Library and the admin building is beautiful...everything else is gross...but not for long!


ugly Lincoln Building soon to be beautiful!!!


currently listening to a lecture delivered by Armand Schwerner at Naropa from 93'...and then i'm in heaven with this tape (if you haven't read Schwerner's The Tablets you're missing out...big time...Francois, i'm thinking of you with regards to translation, though i'm just assuming you haven't read the book (it's somewhat hard to find), you very may well have))...

monday monday monday...

graduation!!!

my list from Steve Evans' Attention Span 2005 is just up...along with Noah's and Friedlander's

didn't do much this weekend...mostly stayed in my boxers and watched baseball and television movies...drank a bunch of Rolling Rock beer in lament of Anheiser Busch buying them out...

the Hot Whiskey reading staring Jared Hayes, Joe Cooper, Andy Peterson and Liz Guthrie was great...officially a belated Insuring The Wicker Man release reading but mostly a collaborative event between the four readers, it was like watching some kind of deranged-Burroughs-inspired troubodour recital...i was more than a little perved when i showed up so there was a lot of hooting and hollering from me in the back, Hollo looked annoyed...

read a bunch of books that i'll list later...

decided that i need to stop dicking around and get to some serious work on projects while i have the free time here in boulder...i've been reading too much, neglecting my own work...so, that's a resolution...

i'm at work right now about to finish up a Berkson tape from 78'...

Scouting Reports from Zane...

PARKER ZANE ALLEN
SCOUTING REPORTS
MARCH 2005

[written for us, for Opening Day 2005]

ARMAND "THE DEVIL"C. II
RHSP CHICAGO

W 16, L 10, K 150, BB 56, .327 ERA, 1.20 WHIP, CG 5, SO 2, HB 32, WP 4, BAA .217 (.250 R, .178 L), HR 15
BATTING
H 15, .112 BA, 1 SB, 2 3B

SCOUTS NOTES

Excellent Staff Ace...Fireballer who gives batters "the creepies"...biggest break on a back door curve I have seen a RHP have...student of the game, quiet, thoughtful, will teach young rookies...like having another coach...not a misprint hit 32 batters last year...will not be fucked with...Ejected 5 times last year...Umpires tires later found slashed...clubhouse behavior is mixed, some like him, others hate him...stole Sammy Sosa's barbie collection last year and strung the heads around his locker...When confronted C. told Sosa "[The Bodies] are in the ivy, where you're children will be if you ever talk to me again you fucking prick."...ruins lives...is responsable for Rick Ankiel's breakdown, C. was a September call up for the Cardnals that year and was upset that Ankiel got a spot on the postseason roster and not him, Ankiel will only acknowledge that "He (C.) did things to my head, he got in my dreams. I can't get him out of my dreams. You devil I give in I will never pitch again!"...Methadone addiction, though has never done heroin...Gang affiliations...strange sexual proclivities...Will only wear "throwback uniforms"...the devil...he's in my head...I can't get rid of him...

STEVE "O-TOWN" ORTH
CATCHER SAN FRANCISCO

BA .276, H 150, 2B 54, 3B 1, HR 10, RBI 97, R 35, BB 20, K 101, SB 5, CS 12, .325 OBP, .468 SLG DEFENSIVE STATS
E 17, OPP CS 30

SCOUTS NOTES

The arm on this guy is worth a hole in the lineup...impatient swinger, hacker....270's BA and a .320's OBP, not patient at the plate, hits his way on or K's...Clutch hitter, not afraid of anyone...Has called Roger Clemens a Motherfucker to his face and then homered off him...gap hitter, sprays to all fields...good speed but poor baserunning judgment, should have had more triples last year but often stopped short...5-17 SB Att. not a misprint...cancer in a club house "ME" player...Decent switch hitter (RH 296, LH 235) but refuses often to bat lefty...10 ejections in AAA last year...15 days total in Suspensions...Wears Ipod on bench During games...seen leaving early...Possible Drug Problem...

BRANDON "BIG GUY" BROWN
LHRP SAN FRANCISCO


4 W, 5 L (20-32 Career), 13 S, 10 BS, 30/37 Save oppertunities (career) , 4.98 ERA (4.50 career), 271 BAA (RHH .097, LHH .365), WHIP 1.56, 150 K (497 career), 15 BB (67 Career), 27 HR (103 Career)

SCOUT NOTES

Righty Killer who pounds the Strike Zone...Late innings specialist good for 1-2 Batters...Power Pitcher, misses spots but seldom the strike zone...tops at 97-98 on the gun...poor changeup that ends up high in the zone...nasty slider against RHH...Don't you dare ask him to hit...Could be developed into strong set up man poss. closer...Good Clubhouse guy always the first with the rally cap...fan favorite...poss drug problem...

LOGAN "RYAN-FROM-THE-OC" SMITH
3B SAN FRANCISCO/FRESNO


H 120, 2B 56, 3B 0, HR 4, R 100, RBI 84, BA .325, OBP .427, SLG .420, K 92, BB 56, SB 27, CS 5
DEFENSIVE STATS
E 2

Rangy doubles hitter, great glove at the corner with an almost surgical ball placement at the plate... average speed, but reads pitchers like no other...tremendous jumps...competitive spirit, firey...cannon of an arm, used to be a SP...great team member when winning, will defer all praise, poor team member when losing, will defer all blame (Usually to Big Guy Brown)...kills LHP (.410! BA)...Bushleague play, will not hesitate to pop-slide or spike a fielder...3 ejections last year at SF...14 at Fresno (hates AAA ball)...punched a teammate last september, got him demoted...big on "his space"...addicted to porn...new girlfriend every night...hangs out with Nefi Perez, but hates all other Hispanics...filed complaint to Seligs office over not winning Gold Glove insisting that Scott Rolen was a "Nancy-Boy" and that there was collusion between the journalists, QUOTE: "It's not talent that wins these awards, no, it's what will make a good story, I'm not a good enough story. Why? Cause I'm not a fucking all american Pretty Boy, I just play Baseball."...Once seen shouting at teammates from third base during a Phillies Game "Knock me in soon boys I need to take a Shit." after San Francisco Failed to drive him in after two batters, Smith pulled down his pants and moved his bowels on third base, saying "I might as well take a crap right here rather than stand here, the way my team plays." He was Subsequently ejected and Demoted to AAA Fresno...Drug Problem...Drinks before game, but denys it...Believes in Voodoo...Killed a puppy once during winning streak...


JOHN MERK-THE-JERK SAKKIS
LF COLORADO

H 175, 2B 32, 3B 2, HR 45, .625 SLG, .299 BA, .410 OBP, R 62, RBI 110, SB 1, CS 0
DEFENSIVE STATS
Outfiels Asst. 10, E 24

SCOUT NOTES

HUGE BAT, worthless glove...professional hitter on a NL club...could be a DH MVP...strong arm, with good judgement, seen him throw past cut-off man to get a guy at the plate...not good with fans or media...has been fined for flipping off fans (home team fans)...has had four knee surguries in the past five seasons (was out for all of 2002)...loves his mom, made front office have a mothers day celebration...doesn't ask for much, but when he does ask for something he will hold out until he gets it...afraid of snakes, refuses to play diamondbacks...Drinking Problem...possible narcotics ring connection...gambling addiction...hates Jews...poss. homosexual...probable homosexual...TOTALLY GAY...

Parker Zane Allen 1979-2006

one of our best friends (SF group), Parker Zane Allen, passed away last night in his apartment in San Francisco...

...from his mom "Parker Zane Allen died late friday night after a two-year battle with lung cancer. He did not go gently. He fought to the last breath, but his heart simply stopped. He died in his mother's arms, with his father close by. He was only 26. Information regarding his memorial is pending...but it is sure to be a most raucous, irreverent, sarcastic celebration / Irish Wake. With love to you all, Zane's Mommie"...

we love you brother...i think i'm in shock...i don't know what else/ or how else to say anything right now...i love you Zane...

in loving memory of our brother/ Detumescence author

from Zane's Dating Tips with the Gangland Massacre of the Heart

FLOWERS

Traditional, Vibrant, say so many things.

You screwed up. Too drunk for breakfast, she cooked. Called you five times. Told her you were on your way every time. You never were.
Her scrambled eggs are always too soupy any way. And you hate bell peppers. You think she should know this by now, but she doesn’t, and you think it means something, but it doesn’t.
Swear you love her, as you get off the train by her house. Swear it and try to remember things that you have done. Try and remeber your second date. Don’t. Think about what this means.
Flouriest has a big glass window, hums with refrigeators. Pillars of orchid stared at you, frozen in color.
You poke around, you don’t know how to poke around. Touch leaves, test their firmness, touch the lips of a lilly. The flouriest, whom you have not seen tells you not to do that.
Apologized to a woman more attractive than your girlfriend. It smells in here. Think of how she smells outside of this place, covered in the oils of the petals, hands dusted with pollen, small cuts and scratches from the nettles and thorns.
Ask for roses, say: you guess…
Who are these for?
Say your mother.
She laughs and has great teeth, the kind that are white and kinked and crossed in all the right ways. Maybe you would like something more appropriate for mom. You would.
She does something with purple flowers that are soft and wavy, like slept in sheets. She does something with flowers you cannot pronounce even though she tells you three times. It doesn’t fit in your mouth. White things, sticks with tiny white pollips on the end, shake in her hand as she puts them in the bundle of purple and white and one red flower. her hands are shaking.
You end up clutching a bundle of color, you can’t really find a smell in it. It’s wrapped in tissue paper printed with cursive.
Walk down the street, and you should throw them away. You can’t throw them away. You should really. Your hands shake and she smiled and you can’t remember if you ever paid, she touched your hand while you paid and her name is Parja. Take the flowers home, call Charlotte and complain about the traffic and the weather and you’ll be there soon.


MONKEYBARS

Swing-Climb, Blisters, Dangerous

Pulling on her pigtails does not endear you to her, but she does know who you are because of it. Unfortunately she is under the impression that your name is Liverwurst-face because your mother makes you sandwiches from this pasty meat.
She has Golden blonde hair, blue eyes and occasionally colored band-aids on her knees.
The Band-Aids are a sure sign that she is not like the other girls, that she would build a fort with you, ninja about with tree branches and chase your large hairy dog Dumper around.
Eat the eraser off her pencil.
She’ll give your yo-yo a haircut.
At the library you both go to because your parents can't pick you up until four, photocopy worms and write ‘YOU’ with three arrows.
She pours glitter on your head and says look how pretty Liver-face is.
Kick her chair for forty-five minutes while you are learning capitals.
She won't say anything.
But in art class you catch a brushful of blue on your face.
Don't worry, this is how ten year olds flirt. You do physically what we adults do with words.
Be thankful for it.
On tuesday, skin your knees sliding into home in kickball. You, coincidentally are out by a mile and the catcher takes particular pleasure dopping you on the head with the kickball. Go to 'coach' Willits, with his clip-board, whistle and paunch, and ask if you can go see the nurse. This will be okay, sissy.
Instead of going to the nurse, go to the monkeybars, lay down and bury yourself in the tambark up to your neck. Wait ten minutes until recess.
She will come by eventually, with her friends. They are always on the Monkeybars. She will float on by, tiny swinging legs, and untied lace almost catches your nose, a fresh band-aid on her knee, she wears shorts, so you can't see her underthings, but her hair dazzles in the sun and bursts from her head like a firework and her short straining arms make perfect underhand strokes, carrying her, brilliant, bar to bar to bar.
Make a noise like a lion and grab her legs.
She will trill like a cartire.
She will drop from the bars and wriggle like a fish in your bear hug
She will scrunch up her face, lemoned up in fury and will punch you in the nose, her coin machine plastic ring will hurt a bit.
But-Don't tell me to shut up! You Shut up! I mean it.
Sit down and listen, it gets better.
Really.
Look. In a few hours, after school, in the library , between the books, in the shadows where no one can see. by the cellophaned hardbacks and mystery novels: she will corner you and kiss you on the nose and call you stupid.
Because she really liked that.
Stupid…

come one come all...

the "other" Naropian Greek, my homie Lexie, has informed me that there is a party tonight at Brendon's house at 952 Lincoln and Arapahoe...easy to get to...just head West past the library, make a left at Lincoln, Brendon's is the first house on the right corner...big backyard...

see all you beautiful Naropa grads tonight!!!




...currently listening to The Postal Service Give Up...

phanopoeia...

mama and baba at the Stanley Hotel (where Steven King wrote his masterpiece The Shining in room 217)

baba (Dino to you bub) and moi at Sprague Lake/ Rocky Mountain National Park...

...currently listening to Elvis Costello & The Attractions Get Happy!!...

man...

i love my parents so much...couldn't ask for better parents...

taking them to Estes Park tomorrow...

...currently listening to Boards Of Canada Geogaddi...

Greeks...

The Hellene

okay, i think the very last sentence sort of ruins it (not in key with the rest of the article, and just plain un-funny)...but this is pretty damn accurate...this guy is like, 75% of the men in the Oakland church...

also, his name is confounding...it's like...almost Greek...but not really...

my...

parents will be here in a couple hours...that's going to be both great and strange...i get to show them campus and try to explain why i'll be bowing as my degree is passed to me rather than shaking hands...fucking Naropa...

there was a dead man in my closet last night...enough for me to sit up and yell "what the fuck do you want?!"...very very not cool...my apartment very very definitly has some strange energy bouncing around...

at work right now about to start work on a "Persian And Greek Poetry" tape taught by Robbins and Wilson from 88'...i don't know who Robbins or Wilson are...

the coffee i made this morning, that i'm drinking right now , is awful...too much water not enough bean...

speaking of punk ass 15 yr. old Johnny Sakkis...

currently listening to Eligh Gas Dream...

and then the song, "A Lesson Gardern," featuring Del The Funky Homosapien...

"i wouldn't have it any other WAY/ i had to learn those lessons to get to where i was toDAY"
—Del

magie knows all about punk-ass me...god bless her...

and speaking of punk-ass little Johnny Sakkis...

here's a photo of me at 15 with a 7 inch afro (no shit) and some kind of injury on my chin...injury=either skating or scrapping, can't remember which...(thanks for sending along Billy)



just watched Munich...

in the mail today...Mark Lamoureux's Dusie chap, Night Season...

...currently listening to Grouch F*ck The Dumb...

surveys...

take it from me, don't do myspace surverys drunk, you end up looking like a prick (by "you" i mean me)...for some reason when i drink whiskey the 15 yr old in me likes to come out and run his mouth (by "his" i mean mine)...

it's really early but i'm up...don't want to have coffee yet, still a few hours until GMA...what's one to do at this hour? maybe i'll go watch The Return Of The King (extended version)...

in the mail yesterday

Bay Poetics- ed. Stephanie Young (Faux Press)...it's as pretty as it looks on your computer screens...
Magazine Cypress #4- ed. Dana Ward (more on the mag later....thanks for sending along Dana)

yesterday read
Magazine Cypress #4- ed. Dana Ward

currently listening to early morning light...

i have a Japanese penpal!

Sawako Nakayasu of Factorial magzine asked if i'd be interested in being a penpal to one of her Japanese students...i'm like, hell yeah!

so, here's our little introductions (we haven't actually corresponded yet, intros were for Sawako to get the ball rolling)...

Dear Shuichiro & John,

Congratulations! You have a pen pal!

Please find below your brief introductions - Shuichiro, your first assignment is to 'introduce' your pen pal to the class, via the class blog.

The rest is up to the two you - have fun!

Sawako

**********

Helloooooooo!!!My name is Shuichiro Kaneda.
My theme of art work is society.
I'm intelested in cultural studies.
Mostly they are represented by photograph.
By the way i like dance music especially roots reggae and house.

My name is John Sakkis. I was born and raised in the
SF Bay Area. Did undergraduate work in Creative
Writing at San Francisco State University. Have just
earned my MFA in Writing And Poetics from Naropa
University. I work as an audio technician for Naropa
University's Writing And Poetics audio archive. I'm
moving back to the Bay Area in 2 1/2 months. I publish
a monthly chapbook/ magazine series called BOTH BOTH.

...

Bay Poetics...

Ron's wonderful review of Bay Poetics (that sounds like a Disney ride huh?)...

YAY AREA

i'm getting a little worried, i preordered my copy 2 weeks ago...seems everyone has it but me...

about to get to work on a Bye, Collom, diPrima, Taylor tape from 88'...

read...

in the last couple days:

Lyric Poetry After Auschwitz eleven submissions to the war- Kent Johnson (Effing Press)

A New Hymn To The Old Night- Noah Eli Gordon/ A Line Drive To Left- Michael Friedman (Left Hand Series #13)

Plantarchy #1- ed. jUStin !katKO

photo post from Kevin Kilroy's going away BBQ tomorrow morning...

...currently listening to Wu-Tang Clan Forever...

google generated poem (can't say Flarf!) read on the occasion of Kevin Kilroy moving to CHI party/ BBQ...

Like A Cross Between Kilroy And An Orange County Sheriff

Loved grandmother of Laurie, Greg and Allison;
Kimberly who showed up at the local lumberyard
parking lot or hotel lobby meets the streetwise Vicki,
Old coot that he was, Can Kevin Bacon let go of
his predatory past in The Woodsman I’d be willing
To cut him some slack and of course Kilroy was out there
Somewhere probably licking his finger, and his job in the lumberyard
Consists of a variety of cars, paper plant and concrete plant
“Night time in the Switching Yard” is particularly inexplicable
and the physics of God Kilpatrick Kilroy the conventional
wisdom that pre-recorded phone calls the cover
shows Zappa rising out of a pool, like a cross between
Kilroy and an Orange County Sheriff
Has gigantic blue eyes and a pair of enormous Kitty Kilroy
Your mother has this crazy idea that gambling is wrong
To experience life as a thrilling pair of enormous
Yellow Oingoboingo Kilroy said of Bolton
“I’d really like to hear if I’m being a crazy, alienated, adolescent
about this,” you make me crazy President Ford
And your Farmworth Freedom Fighters
The guys from Warp who now run kings, Nick
Kilroy he said, “as if Kilroy was here”
Don’t do that Kitty Kilroy this is just crazy to me
I’m building the wagon in the front yard right now, crazy
For crab, being prudent, wisdom world poker tour
It seems some bimbo flashed her earthbound misfit
Kevin has brought a grave matter to light
And is crazy for Bacon he told the Kansas City Star
“A Georgia deepwoods type of feeling”

...currently listening to Flourescent Rainbow Sampler Mix...

today...

finished reading Standard Schaefer's Water & Power (Agincourt)- probably the finest book of poetry i've read all year...(thanks for sending along Standard)

and

Full-Figured Rhapsody- Sheila E. Murphy (Dusie)

in the mail jUStin! katKO's gorgeous Plantarchy #1...(katKO and i did a Plantarchy for BOTH BOTH mag swap)

watched Walking Tall- The Rock has never been better!
Dirty Harry- SF Pride...

...currently listening to Yeah Yeah Yeahs Fever To Tell...

Gettin' Dumb...

last night for dinner i had Italian salami, pistachio nuts, Cajun Hot Sauce, seedless red grapes and two Excedrin PMs...all mixed together...it was really good...like a spicy, sleepy, crunchy, slimy "meat-wrap"...

going to go to the paper store today, need more Martian Green (in Spanish Verde Sideral!)...yup, pretty much anything having to do with leaving the apartment is an event these days...yup...

Jessica is friends with the "Harvard-Shame-Chick-Lit-Girl"...shame on you and your friends Jessica...shame...

(Chris Murray style hyperlinking...boom bap)

...currently listening to Shivshark February Demos...

yesterday...

read:

Live Action Arcade 05.06- ed Jon Leon/ Allyssa Wolf (Live Action Arcade)
Duck Feet- Los Bros Hernandez (Fantagraphics Books)

in the mail today, the first of 40 Dusie chapbooks!...Full-Figured Rhapsody- Sheila E. Murphy (Dusie)...AND a bag of pistachios from my mom!

debating whether on going to the bar for some vodka and reading/ or to stay home and watch Dirty Harry con whiskey...recomendations? (people i'd like to meet at the bar tonight...Francois, Jessica, Eric G., Michael K., Magie) (people i'd like to watch Dirty Harry with...Francois, Eric. G, Brandon B., Armand)

...currently listening to The Kinks Face To Face...

dreamt that my wife, Mariska Hargitay, was prego...


Gob from Arrested Development was OBGYN...


felt like breakdancing!





currently at work on a Hollo tape from 80'...

Hyphy-Poetics...

cilantro (or is that mint?)/ mushrooms/ cutting board/ Bay Poetics!

reep the fruits of Stephanie's labor by ordering a copy of the anthology here

...currently listening to Radiohead Etc's...

summer break rules...!...?...

well, maybe not...i seriously have nothing to do...hence the reading binge i've been on for the last few days...i've got shit to do...poor me huh...but, i work at the archives which pays my bills...no school, no girlfriends, no friends etc...n.o.t.h.i.n.g. to do...but read/ write and drink...so, that's what i'm doing until august...

i even went to work today just to hang out with my boss Joe Conway...wasn't scheduled...like i said, shit to do...

today read:

SPX 2002 (Comic Book Legal Defense Fund)- a great (HUGE) anthology of comics artists/writers who were featured at the 2002 SPX Festival...i couldn't put it down...

Renga Draft 32- Rachel Blau DuPlessis (Beautiful Swimmer Press)

ACTS # 3- ed. David Levi Strauss (David has a poem in there, the line goes "who is Spike Jones?"...84' mayne!)

found out today that Perry Morgan-Hall (one of the two actors from the MFA Theater/ Contemporary Performance who interpreted my piece "SAID THE MOTH" in the Embodied Poetics show) has, in the past, been nominated for 3 Grammy Awards (musical theater)...this explains a lot...still getting over how good that night was...

in the mail today: Live Action Arcade 05.06- ed Jon Leon/ Allyssa Wolf (thanks for sending along Jon/ Allyssa) (features work from Duncan Reekie and Carlos Drummond de Andrade trans. cmde Daniels)

...currently listening to The Doors Essential Rarities...

"heeey cousin" "heeey sister"

sister-Demi and cousin-Louisa...

Hot Whiskey has a Suicide Girl pin-up in their office that looks EXACTLY like Louisa...it freaks me out everytime i'm over there...



...currently listening to Autechre Envane...

"heeey brother" —Buster

just because i miss him...little Jamesy...ain't he pretty (and the girl with the rooster-streak is Bret...Bret is super fun to have dance parties with...)







...currently listening to DJ Shadow Endtroducing...

Jared Hayes...

sorry i missed all your messages yesterday evening...i would've loved to get a drink...i was in and out while my computer was doing huge image downloads...

got em' all this morning...

let's all get together: me you joe andy jen for celebre...

dreamt last night that i was on The Apprentice...Donand kept saying things like "Home Improvement is an amazing show"...

...currently listening to DJ Shadow Endtroducing...

...

while doing computer sub stuff read Effing Magazine #2-ed. Scott Pierce...

...currently listening to The Rapture Echoes...

Dear Diary...

aww man...3 more months...are you serious?! my mags' new hair...


...currently listening to Barbirolli/ Du Pre/ Baker Elgar: Cello Concerto/ Sea Pictures...

celebration...

sans 7-11 nachos, read this afternoon:

1. Petroleum Hat- Drew Gardner (Roof Books)
2. Carrington- Elizabeth Robinson (Hot Whiskey Press)
3. Weird Star Thing- Jennifer Rogers, Michael Koshkin, Barbara Barg (Left Hand Series)
4. Mirage #4/ Period(ical) #128- ed. Kevin Killian, Dodie Bellamy

so far on point with my 4 a week...

loans are consolidated (4.7%!!!)...spoke with mom and dad...they'll be here in 11 days...really want graduation to be over...can't wait to sport that purple Naropa sash...

...currently listening to Various Artists Elements Of A Prototype 2.0...

stuff...

just turned in my bound thesis with digital files for the Ginsberg library...so, no more talk about my thesis...it's done...

...just got back from the paper store where i purchased a neat brown cover-stock for my Dusie chapbook...going to start printing 2 x 2 this afternoon...

mailed all the BOTH BOTH's this morning...

need to call CollegeInvest to consolildate my loans...i REALLY don't want to deal with this...

...Selena wants me to go to the bar tonight, she's opening and has something exciting to tell me...could she be coming to SF after all? SFSU vs. NYU...film!

Demosthenes Agrafiotis sent me Prof. Liana Sakellion's (Univ. of Athens) notes and corrections on my translation of his Chinese Notebook...can't wait to get back into translating, summer project here i come...

Koshkin has some new work in the new

Typo

beer/ poptarts/ nachos/ pizza/ chips/ candybars/ movies = really bad stomach ache on monday...never again...oof...

...currently listening to Aphex Twin Drukqs...