Friday, February 12, 2010
Quickly now, a snippet of cleanhanded searchlores: A method of finding free poetry that doesn’t step on any moral grass medians.
This question of morality in fetching information is a stickyslick one, and I haven’t plumbed the full track of its stone wall for uneven spots yet. (If you have thoughts, I would like to hear [...]
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
I listened to Librivox’s first collection of Spanish poetry last night, even though I have very little Spanish. Mostly to hear the way the language fits together, and to feel the cadence of their speech. I especially liked one poem on first listen, Manuel Acuña’s Nocturno a Rosario (mp3). The translation doesn’t impress me—though, to [...]
Saturday, October 17, 2009
tiger the color of light, brown deer
on the outskirts of night, girl glimpsed
leaning over green balconies of rain,
adolescent incalculable face,
I’ve forgotten your name, Melusina,
Laura, Isabel, Persephone, Mary,
your face is all the faces and none,
you are all the hours and none…
— Octavio Paz, Piedra de Sol
(I found this snippet while searching through past story notes and [...]
“I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will [...]
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Oh, Yes
there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it’s too late
and there’s nothing worse
than
too late.
–Charles Bukowski
The first issue of Bricabrac is ready. At long last.
Bricabrac is my to-be-monthly poetry mix zine, full of the poems I like and think you should like.
I love the way April’s issue looks. Tofer Moran, the wondrous designer, clothier, and my fellow musician, has beautifully executed my idea of creating something similar to a [...]
A month or so ago I watched Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist and loved it (Michael Cera exudes the Neeson effect: he makes otherwise mediocre movies watchable). After draining my heart of sap build-up, I started thinking about the idea of mixing music; how to do it, what holds songs together, the purpose of a [...]
I’d heard Milk-Eyed Mender a few times, but I only really got into Joanna Newsom’s music with Ys. What a beautiful album.
At first, her voice turned me off. I had a crappy bootleg of Yarn and Glue. Or are all versions like that? Mine was recorded in some sort of drive-me-mad stereo mode. It oscillates [...]
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Enjoy this poem. I’ve excerpted the last few lines, which particularly resonate with me:
If ever we accede to enlightenment,
He thought, it is in one compassionate moment
When what separated them from me vanishes
And a shower of drops from a bunch of lilacs
Pours on my face, and hers, and his, at the same time.
– Czesław Miłosz, from [...]
Saturday, November 8, 2008
cruelty. don’t talk to me about cruelty
or what i am capable of.
when i wanted the roaches dead i wanted them dead
and i killed them. i took a broom to their country
and smashed and sliced without warning
without stopping and i smiled all the time i was doing it.
it was a holocaust of roaches, bodies,
parts of bodies, [...]