also, what is a self lubricating frame ?

fontanna has done v. well in auctions this season, with no peices not missing their reserves and only one removed, and a handful doubling or tripiling thier estimates.
also a huge number of them, but not one of the slick slashes.

half way through the latest harry potter and i really like the narrative of harry potter, which is weird cause its the first book that i have ever read purely for story.
with this volume, the kid hero and his buddies have also become scared, pissed off, and surley, deeply isolated and suspicous, and the villians have a deep sadism within themselves.

breeders tend to steal positive aspects of queer culture, stop

i have rewritten this headline 4 times b/c tmftml linked it, and now i am all self concious.

thinking of the birth control position again, it was wrong of me, factually and rhetorically, i regret saying it and saying it denied a complexity of the world i belive in.

i would like to have the position on birth control explained to me, calmly by someone on both sides.

Kate Hepburn died,
she was the woman who taught me how to be a man.

edited and deleted many of these for clairty.
although i did not cut calling my churches position on birth control as defacto genocide, i should though, over the top, unfair and inaccurate rhetoric.
genocide means killing an ethnic group, not killing millions of people, and the killing is not on purpose.
having readers who like my stuff makes me a bit nervous.

is calling the catholic churches position on birth control de facto genocide be unfair or inaccurate ?
if i think that (and i can make the arguement, then why am i still in it ?)

The Complete Dictionary includes all the possible words up to six letters. It contains every meaningful word and all vacant letter-combinations based on a formula designed to generate pronounceable words."

from alamut via david chess

remixes of madonnas anti piracy message

a list of the cannon by bloom
this is a conserative, eurocentric and masculine list and has many problems with translation and collections
but my reading is perscriptive and i use it every so often as a what to read list.
(for the curious, i have read 230 on the list almost all in translation)

there is something sad here
that history is lost, and the objects become meaningless/indiscernable.
meaning comes not directly from the text, but the impliactions of the text (of course this is the case with texts in the languages we speak,
the natural consquences are just more clear here)

this reminds me of borges

i was supposed to, and was going to, go to a focus group today, but i was having too much fun, and fucked off.
denying my obligations for pleasure is an on going problem of mine. the central problem of my life i think

glenys called me on not giving liberals enough credit, and i think shes write.

concerning jeffs comments on psalm 131:

i think that every so often we need to notice the femmine face of god, b/c
he/she is as vast and mysterious as the universe, to make it human is deeply conflicted.
christ had a penis, and he prayed the our father though ?

since meeting bryan, i have become more prideful, lately i can say the words, i am proud about this work or that and not feel sinful.
i am proud of this blog. mostly for its length of time, and for its chaos.
speaking of pride... my friendster profile has almost a dozen interweb nutters telling me how virtous i am, and i dont belive a word, or at least how they compliment me seems to be just ordinary, aside frome ned who mystifes.

humbleness a virtue, pride the mother of all sins.

spent two hours reading this:david chess

words to live by
Take care of the sense, and the sounds will take care of themselves

"Form is emptiness; emptiness also is form. Emptiness is no other than form; form is no other than emptiness."
diamond sutra


everyone hates themselves. it's the curse of being self-aware.
but eventually you become m ore aware of others and realize that they're just as pisspoor
so hopefully you end up with a benign amusement at yourself
the minor thirds

a close and thorough reading against scalia
from daze reader

notice how he treats marriage laws as tort law, a good and useful example as far as im concerned.

although he needs to seperate moral and legal issues a bit more. (ie making incest illegal is problematic and impractical, it is sure as hell immoral (and really really creepy)

returning to density for a second, jane jacobs

collection of edith stein texts

carol zaleski article discussing theresa of calcutta as a mystic
hitches reitatring his charges
from mefi

i dislike the woman, and the sickly sweet sentiment that attaches to her, the money she took from muderous dictators, and her hypocrasy in dealing with the famous (look at her statements about divorice and how she treated di), i am frustrated by her clinic being only someplace for people to die, and for her (and the churches) postition on birth control being de facto genocide.

i hate that romero and days cases are being dragged with excurtating slowness, while thousands of guilt ridden middle class american catholics treat her as something more then a saint.

but what do we expect from a pope who failed to notice that the reason edith stein died in auschwitz is that the nazis didnt care if she converted. (edith stein was a great woman, and a legitmate mystic, her conversion was legitimate, its just the reason why she died was her jewishness, no need to deny it)

moms speaking in church tomorrow, about the 12th article of faith, and i love how she wrestles with all of its implications, how she refuses to go for simple answers, and how she has found a soultion somewhere b/w the churches complacency and my radicalism.

We believe in being subject to kings, presidents, rulers, and magistrates, in obeying, honoring, and sustaining the law.
that is the article of faith, and she has reached the elegant soultion of disobeying this article when the larger law is being disobeyed by keeping it.

the larger law being loving the lord and loving your neighbour.

she uses the example of the norwegian king wearing a yellow star, but also touches on everything from st thomas moore to the 1890 descion on polygymy (which should be revisited, since "mormon fundimentalists" are back in the news with the elizabeth smart case)

i met and bought both a tshirt and a pin from manwoman today, and also went to the works, seeing a good show on video and sound art at the eag, a design show at the old bay building (where the dead mall was more interesting then the semi live art-except for a series of artist sketchbooks), window shopped at henry singer and holt renfew, looked thru weebook in, bought a belle and sebastion cd, ate nan bread and samosas out of a truck, and talked to danille at 6.

lead to an interesting disucssion with chris about specatcle and city.
i changed into my man woman t shirt the minute i got it, and i was noticed, homeless men and the singer crew all told me how cool it was.

to those who deny the femmine face of god:

psalm 131
A song of ascents. Of David.

My heart is not proud, O LORD ,
my eyes are not haughty;
I do not concern myself with great matters
or things too wonderful for me.
But I have stilled and quieted my soul;
like a weaned child with its mother,
like a weaned child is my soul within me.

O Israel, put your hope in the LORD
both now and forevermore.

thinking of the form of my poetry, and i wonder if it is tight and compacted b/c i find it the easiest form to type.
perhaps i should try to break apart/fuck with stanzas ?

another response to momus:

hogarth gin lane

rio shanty town

council estates, london

calcutta slums

you live for free rent momus, in a borrowed flat-what does density mean for those who cannot afford it ?

how different are council flats from hogarth ?
the utopian high density visions of international style architechts have failed, they are impossible to live in, they have rotted ?
what do you want to do with that ?

i think that my blog, this one you are reading, is dense.
information, opinon, image dense.
unsorted dense.

i like to think of it as hong kong rather then des moines.
but part of hong kong is the two three four five sided noise.

the comments are for that noise, and they seem to be empty.
am i calling plantively into the wilderness.

is it too dense ?

'What I think of as urbanity is precisely making use of the density and differences in the city so that people find a more balanced sense of identification on the one hand with others who are like themselves but also a willingness to take risks with what is unlike, unknown... It is the kinds of experiences that make people find out something about themselves that they didn't know before. That's what urbanity is at its best....To me, how to privilege the notion of difference, that is what urbanity is all about.'
Richard Sennet from the momus essay below.

said on the mideast roadmap for peace
a bit too forgiving of the plo, but it is what is needed for the bias towards israel. said is good for balance, reading farther and wider then most, and connecting to the arab world in a way that makes him a native. Chomsky is a tourist, as his painfully unaware 9/11 shows. i also think that said is less connected to a spec. ideology--post colonlism being a set of tools rather then a way of action (prove me wrong)
(i edited this, added more context)

also momus's new essay new essay on density and urban sprawl--good if a little bit self concious. talks alot about how many people per sqaure hecatre and agitates for cities and public transport, which i have been doing of late, esp. since reading the ipsos read poll in the globe a month back which pegged canada at one of the most urbanized nations on earth (72.9 %), completley at odds with our mythology

Corpus Christi and all of us
are lined up to the altar,
draining the cup dry, receiving stained lips and overwrought symbolism.

but in the back, facing the tabernacle
to and away from the body of christ,
a woman has her shirt lifted up and an infant sucking her tit dry

at first i thought it undignified,
but i saw mary over my shoulder
and veronica watching my back.

my mom said to me today, how are you ever going to find a husband if you dont go into the gay community

today was the death of joesph smith, i am unsure wether to use the word martyr.
i think i will.

today joesph smith was martyred by an angry mob.
the terror of their voices, curling in the corner of the cell, having to wait to be shot or knifed.

there are 100s of faith promoting rumours about the man, and 100s of stories about him as a fraud.
i think he is now impossible to know as a man.

remember emma and the children, and pray for his soul, for he thought he saw god, and he told of that message.

hilkarious and over the top destruction of harry potter
via bookslut

Hirsoige
fishprint
sorry, forgot where i got the link

i deleted a post about sexual fantasy tonight, because i thought it was badly written.
i wanted to write more on the subject of class and sex, and me thinking about workers as they are working as a kind of slumming sexual tourism, one that is common to queer discourse, and has been since wildes rent boys.

then i got a hard on just thinking about it, so i quit for a while.

good vv article on the new queer predator
think of deliverance, cruising, suddenly last summer, pyscho.
but not jason patric in yr friends and neighbours, which was a call against viewing rape as sex, and same sex rape as anything more then savage domience (cf Oz)

a japanese politican calls gang rape "virile"
what do you say ?
from mefi

i just got my invitation to te french embassy's bastille day celebrations
h in addis

why cant i get notices like that

This seems pretty reasonable: after all, who now remembers that risible footnote to literary history, Charles Dickens (1812-1870)? Dickens was the first author whose work was greeted with such media-fed exuberance; in collaboration with his publishers, Chapman and Hall, he constructed a recognizable form of the same hype machine now churning furiously on J.K. Rowling's behalf, serializing his work in newspapers made cheap by advancements in printing and paper milling. Where we have "Pottermania", the 19th century had "Boz-o-mania". In the UK, labourers skipped meals to husband shillings for the next chapter of Oliver Twist; in the USA, readers descended on east coast harbours en masse to get first word from Blighty of Little Nell's fate. But it's not like those books have been passed down from generation to generation.

colby cosh, on potter
check out his , blog

working on a long peice about the alberta report, pushing through a bunch of material, wondering what i think, mind changing

femminism had its lavendar menace
the lesbians had their sex wars
the sex positive lesbians are having issues with mtf transgenders in their midst
ok whats next ?

i like fucking with gender, i think that it needs to be done, i do not belive in the binary of man and woman, i respect and admire people who follow who they are. i do not feel like a boy.

i wonder if anyone can figure out at 15 or 20 who they really are, i wonder if they are like light skinned blacks in the 50s or closeted professionals "passing" assuming privlege, i wonder if they are working hard enough to gender fuck, i wonder if they know that among first nations tribes berdaches were terrifying ,and in india the respect that the second sex has is obligatory.

i wonder if they are giving up on being women because being women is to be hated.
i wonder if they know what its like to be a man.

i grew up with women, and was the first generation to suss out exactly what were the implications of gender and sex, i had to work applications when the theory was done.

i wonder if i am transphobic, i still say boy or girl when i see someone i am unsure of on the streets, my first thought is taxonmic. my second thought is a corrective thought on the first , my third is why the fuck does it matter.

i had a long conversation with my mother and she said that i needed to be more tolerant of my sisters life style the thing is she hates mine

maureen dowd on clarence thomas

God, whats next?
Perverts everywhere ...............

Homosexuals demean the human race by their despicable practices.

You forgot polygamy, and a bunch of other perversions neither of us has even imagined.

I wish "right to privacy" meant the homosexual's had to keep their sex lives PRIVATE FROM THE REST OF US!!!


In queer dens all over America, the homos are laughing their asses off, salivating over their 'victory'. If folks don't realize what's going on, here's a clue: the entire exercise was part of the homo agenda to force their deviant behavior to be protected and given the same right to marriages, etc., equal to the traditional institution of marriage. The homo agenda is to transform this nation into their deviancy play ground.

This is why it is of utmost urgency to pray for the justice system in our nation. It is essential to get conservative, clear thinking judges in, despite the democrats. We need warfare praying for this. If we don't have a shift in the judicial system, we are sliding into more and more bad judgements. May God help us all.


The state has a legitimate interest in protecting marriage and child-rearing.
What faggots do in their bedrooms has nothing to do with either.

May God have mercy on us!!!!!


selections from the first page of the new republic public boards concerning the texas descion.
i couldnt get past the first page.

I like your article a lot, it has a lot of spunk
and crackle and the fact that I like enjoyed it, while
not knowing much about punk, proves that you did a
good job.

from dan in portland
the only problem is that i didnt write about punk

ROBOT SCULPTURES

here is the news concerning the lawsuits

Shock Jock Michael Wiener (now called Savage) has just sued three websites for making fun of him.
the racist
sex
ist
homophobic
inaccurate
red baiting
asshole, who claims to write news and labelled his society after Paul Revere.

perhaps you can all email him and tell him what you think of him
paulreveresociety@yahoo.com

(the new york times story talks about him carrying all his material in one bag, making him the exact opposite of the monument loving object obsessed, time and place other minimalists like judd or andre or serra)

here, the objects are missing, and the spaces are reserved with mournful black string.

link here

Fred Sandblack, who made minimalist installations with coloured yarn in a way that was subtle, haunting and almost inpentrable, killed himself today.

He had a major new exhibition at Dia:Beacon, and should have been as well known as Andre.
Links to follow

WE WON.
American Supreme Court declared that the Texas Sodomy Legastion was unconstituional.
6-3 on Privacy Grounds.
EVERYONE CAN NOW FUCK WITH IMPUNITY.
GIVE THE BOY YOU LOVE A BLOW JOB TONITE.

this amused

the revival of clown phobia and clowns as creepy is a year old (cf dianne keatons clown book, the bizzarro issue on clowns, the internet meme of ouchy, and the monteral video artist who put foam noses on her nipples)
the original came with john wayne gacy and it in the mid 70s.
cindy shermans clown photos, done this year, are dull and played out.
here:
is a pic

see her watch the crucifix while
the infant sucks her tit dry.

she pays close attention
to each wound,
while making
sure the child gets his fill.

if we are one in all
then she is madonna
who suffered with Him
and before us all.

email from portland concerning a new magazine, they wanted me to submit an essay, reworked the fisherspooner peice. One of the editors had read my blog, and also my borderlines peice at freakytrigger, and so i sent them a draft and well you never know.

the internet works.
ase

corpus christi

here is the day
to notice death

not the resuruction,
or the spirit

but the body given
to the ungrateful

walking out,
after communion
i see a mother in the antechamber
where the host is kept
alive

from the back, i see her
nursing,
baby suckling on new teat.

madonna, as christ looks on
two feasts,
one of wine made blood
one of milk made spirit.

john agards listen mr oxford don has been called pretty and funny and cute, which makes me a little sad cause it struck me as a brilliant way of saying fuck you to the language police, saying fuck you to those who view cant and dialect and creole and patois and slang and techincal speech as illegitamate.

it reclaims language itself, something that his african american contemparies failed to do, and did so in a way that reminded me of mcdiamarond or mcneice.

here it is

Me not no Oxford don
me a simple immigrant
from Clapham Common
I didn't graduate
I immigrate

But listen Mr Oxford don
I'm a man on de run
and a man on de run
is a dangerous one

I ent have no gun
i ent have no knife
but mugging de Queens English
is the story of my life

I don't need no axe
to split/ up yu syntax
I don't need no hammer
to mash/ up yu grammar

I warning you Mr. Oxford don
I'm a wanted man
and a wanted man
is a dangerous one.

Dem accuse me of assault
on de Oxford English Dictionary/
imagine a concise peaceful man like me/
dem want me to serve time
for inciting rhyme to riot
but I tekking it quiet
down here on Clapham Common

I'm not a violent man Mr Oxford Don
I only armed wit mih human breath
but human breath
is a dangerous weapon

So mek dem send one big word after me
I ent serving no jail sentence
I slashing suffix in self-defence
I bashing future wit present tense
and if necessary

I making de Queens English acessory/to my offence

(look at that, how dangerous his own tounge is, and that last line an exhortation to locals, that poetry should be of her and now, that the place where one is writing should be the subject that one is writing)

I am Rose my eyes are blue
I am Rose and who are you
I am Rose and when i sing
I am Rose like anything
gertude stien

femminist reclamiation of the female voice in realtion to the carpe diem
gentle mocking of the love poem as never being anything new
a boiling down of all of themes of love, of desire, of sexuality into an absurdly simple four lines ?
repetions create meaning ?

sakia gunn was beaten and stabbed to death after coming out to a pair of 15 year old boys

the thing is, the protestants have a tradtion of dissent and discourse that the catholics do not, even by the election that must happen to perserve the nh bishop reflects this.

as well, this is an awful thought, but why would you continue in an org. that hates you--i mean why am i catholic, maybe because you belive it is true, or that change is immeint(sp) but what if it is not ?

it pains me to see, after the blessing in new westminster, for canada to be on the list of countries that have questions the holy spirit working here, and i think it is.

a variety of links about the bishop in hh, the bishop in reading, and other anglican queer issues.
a tally of reactions to the new hampshire descion
the gaurdian on the nigeria probem
another gaurdian story, about how this is not about queerness but power

a collection of links concerning this schism

by ordaining the queer bishop of reading the english anglicans have forced a shcism b/w the northern and southern churches, esp. nigeria who have gone schismatic, taking its 17m members.

from bishop of rupert bc:

The Primate of All Nigeria, the Most Revd Peter J. Akinola D.D., representing 17 million Anglicans in Nigeria spread over 80 dioceses, served by 81 Bishops, and 10 Archbishops has severed communion with Bishop Ingham and the diocese of New Westminster.


this is the first volley in a war that has been expected for a long time, and features dozens of issues that have been ignored, it is something that catholics will have to deal with soon, and something the pope is not dealing with well.

in a case that seems similar to the pink lady smears of nixons first campaigns, congresswoman cynthia mckinley had her career destroyed by claiming that bush knew about 9/11 before it happened, and held out info to make money. the only problem is that well she didnt say it.
source here

THE HELLO KITTY WAFFLE IRON MAKES 4 WAFFLES IN THE SHAPE OF HELLO KITTY.
FOUR HELLO KITTYS FOR BREAKFAST

THIS IS BETTER THEN THE FUCKING TOASTER.
I LOVE YOU SANRIO

i am watching nigella lawson who is the sexiest woman alive, watching her say chile or butter or extra virgin or soft or any of the other words she says is almost pure poetry.
that and she uses canned food, and improvises and eats of her fingers, which is horribly impressive, cause it means that she wants good not perfect food.
she also eats, and looks like she eats, and only has cookbooks with succulent photos, none of this sheets, cookie cutters and other acessories.

the book on carl andre i am reading is filled with the whole pop killed abex shit, but with a shiner more cynical market edge.
cover of globe review today has alden nowlan and on the inside four columns, interupted with a photo of alden and ginsberg in st johns ca 67 or 68 (i think i have seen a photo of ginsberg with every male poet who wrote b/w 1949 and 1990. i dont think i have seen him with the girls though--food for thot.)

church in the morning, first mass in three weeks, picnic inside
corpus christi today, so readings about sacrifical bulls, heifers, lambs, goats, and of course the gospel was christ saying thi is my body, this is my blood.

bittner made it about exile and home and community, and walking out, in the little ante chamber where the host is kept sancatfied, a woman was nursing her baby, in front of the cross like the madonna.

last night,
lat party, the dvd didnt come from italy and todd was hiding the video in his office.
ashley and i had beers at boots, then secerts.
bryan picked me up, picked up rachel, danielle.
ashley again
met shawn at karoke where i sang mac the knife.
convinced that shawn has aspergers,
back to rachel w. danielle and ashley--fight about femminism
drove ashley home
ice cream at mcdonalds, a bit hung over.
bryan and i had one of those 4 am hurt, lonley, fractured conversations, one of those of half sentences and butting themes, one of those that cannot be answered.

i miss pat deeply, but miss his family more.
bryans going to be gone for a month come a week, pats gone.
im lonely.

surface mining in applachia results in slurry piles that need to be contained by damns, some as large as the grand coulee.
these dams break and release 1000s of liters of black water into the hollows and valleys that contain people.

they are also emptying mountains of coal, and then reconstructing the--making them much more prone to landslides.

the coal is almost gone, like the cod, and there will be v. little to live on, though bone grinding poverty seems to be a way of life.

that said, where their used to be moonshine stills, pot farms have grown and this is hope.

andrew motion sucks shit

love is not the slick filling of cavities.
atwood

what i want right now, is not a fuck or a lover, but enough inner courage to avoid either. what i want right now is to avoid the loneliness by not depending on men, who are horribly unrealiable. what i want right now is for all the happily ever after romantic bullshit to go away. it used to be that us faggots didn't have to worry about marriage, the paucity of options meant we had to create our own, but a bunch of middle class gays went with hat in hand all the way to the supreme court and begged.

rev troy perry was marrying queer couples in 1972, made his own church and everything. we didn't need them.

this isn't really about gay marriage.
this is about the fact that i am deeply lonely, and another man wont fix it, and i hate myself, and really cannot think of living like this, waiting a year for vancouver.

this is about self sufficiency, and how bathetic it is to cram so much socializing into my life, as to avoid being alone.
this is about dropping people when they make me feel awkward.

someone called me at 9:41 and no one got a name, and i am on pins and needles, waiting to call him back, that is fucking sad.

sunday is corpus christi, the day to remember the body of christ, the actual flesh--and to remember that that flesh was alone and isolated and scared, and died.

Davids father is dying of cancer and my sister believes families can stay together forever.
reading the lds proclamation on the family today i realized why i hated them so much, it was the false hope.

don't bury how you feel under romantic words.
the worlds too dark for that.

i am drunk on campari and soda.
i am really depressed right now.

bad night,
beer and pizza turned out a disaster, cancer all arround, bryan acting distant though not sure why, broke taboos as usual, called danielle about a free smog ticket among other things and she acted cold, campari and soda at bdf proved fruitless.

upset.

queer kid suspended for irony

adults compain childrens playground is too colourful

incontempt comix b/c savage and bitter

also pat emailed me, and is doing well.

i sent a package to chris from the minor thirds with a full disposable camera, and an unused one. the full one of pictures from edmonton, the unused one so he could send me pictures of portland.

their is also a grab bag of canadania , all in payment for his sask. ep. which has some of the most heartrending packaging and lovely songs in the world.

see it here

design wise they are lovely
a unique, queer and wonderful branding that seems almost accidental.

Andy Warhol screen tests @ moma queens
Kasmir Malevich supremtism @ guggeinhiem
Louise Bourgeois: The Insomnia Drawings/Pictures from Within: American Photographs, 1958–2003-Whitney
Pulp Art: Vamps, Villains, and Victors from the Robert Lesser Collection-Brooklyn
Jacob Kass-American Folk Art Musuem
Mariko Mori-Public Art Fund
Piere et Gilles-Robert Myer
art to see in nyc

sister wants me to return to the lds church and quit being queer.
we havent really talked since she told me, deeply upset.

bryan hasnt called me for the last couple of days, need to talk to him.
already missing pat

art and auction changes publishers, artnet compares editor to a penis in shoes

lesbian teacher not compensated for being abused

bush edits epa reports to minimize climate change

The government of Venezuela has censored Pedro Morales peice at Venice, not sure why.

Oh, for publishers to follow Robert Conquest's example. When The Great Terror, his account of Stalin's mass murders - much criticised by the British Left in 1968 when it came out - was reissued in 1990, he was asked if he wanted a new title. "How about, I Told You So, You Fucking Fools?" he said.
via bookslut

raising stds in queer communties suggest problems iwth the shame free view of sex

ok, if you fuck unprotected and are hiv+, you are committing an immoral act.
lets have the balls to tell each other that.

Si fortuna me tormenta, spero me contenta

new asain village and then ice cream at foot hills creamry-talking to pats family, reciting dirty limercks with them.
it will be 31 days where i wont see them, for he is going to italy.

ill miss him.
ase

new words in oed this 1/4
langauge hat again.

Two and a half years of being out at a middle class
protestant high school and i was exhausted-everyone
knew i was gay, that i would fight back, and that i
found most of the student body insufferable. They were
the daughters and sons of oil execs and power company
bureaucrats, a BMW at 16 was not unheard of, and
everyone was rich and connected to the seats of power.
Being not only queer but poor, and pissed off about
being poor, made me deeply unpopular. I went to class
with a metis girl called Kendra, nice girl-smart and
funny, willing to fuck over those who did harm to her
circle-and i was part of her circle. I went to the
prom with her, because I wasn't shagging a boy at the
time, and because she was one of 4 people who wasn't
white, and it was well known that she was poor. I
liked her, and if the world was different, i could
imagine us as more than friends.
She dressed more butch than I did--in ripped up blue
jeans and old fashioned t shirts- almost as armour. We
both hadn't decided a thing, but sitting together in a
useless job prep course, hating ever minute until
grad--she looked over at me, smiled and said are you
going with anyone. I told her no--she asked wanna go
with me. We split the cost down the middle, assuming
that it was going to cost a fortune, and realizing
neither our parents nor us had it.
Prom date - being the nascent theory queen I was, I
was a bit worried about playing breeder and engaging
in heteronormative rituals. My parents dropped me off
at her house, and she was astounding, wearing a black
floor length dress found for ten dollars at value
village. We drove in her parents 20 year old minivan,
stopping at the gas station, where she pulled her gown
up and pumped fuel. We gossiped on the way there, sat
with a mother and a father and a sister and a brother,
drank bad wine, had rubber chicken, danced a bit to
some bad pop.
I wish i could say it was a waste of money and time,
but it wasn't, i had a good time. The key I think was
realizing that we didn't care--Kendra didn't give a
fuck if she went, I didn't give a fuck if I went. We
didn't expect to do any drunken bush parties or trash
hotels afterwards, and everyone in the hall knew that
I liked boys and that she was poor. To let them have
the victory of excluding us would have been worse then
not going at all.

submitted to an editor of queer prom stories

is it wrong to find xtina hotter this way ?

outsider audio

bush is backing tehran, and promised that iran and syria were to go after iraq, connecting dots ?
story about bomb
the story about cairo came on cbc, the story about the coal mining on cjsr, think i have the name of the company wrong again

jeff and i talked tonight.
from whyte ave to downtown to stadium to borden park to northside to londonderry to clarview to westmount back downtown to campus

driving and parsing, talking and fighting.
stopping and observing, and popping in and out of places.

no conclusions, but at the end of the night, he prayed at the chapel of st joes, his newly aquired orthodox cross in his hands.

news from non net sources
3000 marched in tehran
3000 in cairo

bomb near the other londonderry, in n. ireland. in an abonded bom, killing many.

coal company named Dreadon is killing union organizers in coloumbia, which means the only progress in labour we are making is in terms of distance.

reading the cahill bio of John XXIII, will blog re:its problems.

You know Manningham's story of the burgher's wife who bade Dick Burbage to her bed after she had seen him in Richard III and how Shakespeare, overhearing, without more ado about nothing, took the cow by the horns and, when Burbage came knocking at the gate, answered from the capon's blankets: William the conquerer came before Richard III.

From Usselyes(sp)
IT IS BLOOMSDAY EVERYONE.

here is her site

''I went to Mecca,''
''In front of the holy black stone, where you repent your sins, someone pinched my bum. I like to think it was the hand of God.''
English Muslim Shazia Mirza

happiness

the over the top and the banal domestic tragedy clashed for me, the rape, pedophilia and murder contrasted too starkly with the petty theivry and adultury.

then i realized i bought it hook,line and sinker-it was the best of indie hipster cliches forced to cross breed with lifetime movie of the week.

the filth and anger i felt were false.

solodnz was mocking my middle class romanticism. my making every tragedy sentimental

documentary on gay dads tonight:
thots:

1) are they aping breeders
b) is this a bad thing
2) gay adoptions are fast becoming illegal in many states-so homophobes think we are debauched decadents, until we prove that we want to be married and have kids-and we arent allowed to have any. if you are going to hate us be consistent.
3) white gay men often raise black kids, what are the cultrual implications of this-the two least likely to be wanting finding each other ?
4) one couple disparaged non-kid having fags by talking about seeing galleries with a man at 80, attending the same openings-thats all i want though.

from the political compass section called iconochasms

To occupy Iraq would instantly shatter our coalition, turning the whole Arab world against us and make a broken tyrant into a latter-day hero ... assigning young soldiers to a fruitless hunt for a securely entrenched dictator and condemning them to fight in what would be an un-winnable urban guerilla war. It could only plunge that part of the world into even greater instability.
George Bush Sr, in A World Transformed, 1998

Today i was sitting outside Hallmark at southgate mall , see they made these skylights w. famous poetic qoutations(they had four of these sky lights, and i had shellys ode to the west wind, which made me smile-no one seems and underneath each light is a table, chesterfield and arm chair. I sit on this armchair reading a book of radical queer and femminst preformance poetry, and look at all of the fathers and sons, not very often a mother or a sister-everyone looked so happy and irony free.

i wasnt bothered by security though i was there for nearly an hour, i guess i am too fat to be homeless, and anyways i had a bag of shopping at my feet.

the minute i got comfortable, i was stopped-and told to sit up-which made me realize that malls are still kindgardens for capitialists.

went to hallmark afterwards, and tried to get a card, none for how i felt about my dad, and we had dinner, wasnt comfortable. fuck this false and forced bon homie-at pats last night being with his mom and sister seemed so comfortable, does this mean that a happy family can exist.

is it bad to want to spend more time with ones friends then ones family. or spend more time with them.

The saddest truth about old puppets is that aging latex does not last very long. Cloth puppets last for a good while, but latex loses its stretch and it simply crumbles away. Often it has also been extensively sweated into, back when it was used. Hensons are pretty good about both preserving puppets, and also good about disposing of them (I don't want to know how they do it. the idea of a skip fulled with puppets is a sad one; the idea of an underground tomb filled with quiet, rotting puppets is a deeply creepy one...). Most of the ones Dave and I played with were from a box that had been rescued from the tip, but weren't really ever going to be useful -- or used again -- as puppets.
neil gaiman

some orthodox theologians view the reformation as gods punishment on rome.

talking to jd last week about the berryman and sexton conundrum (ie they chose christ and then killed themselves.

he called the church one obsessed with death-thinking of the crufixions and martyrs stories this could be proven.

but the litrugical cycle, the resurection, christs presence in the host, the miracles after death-all of that is about life.

full moon on a friday the 13th:
We best do this time wise b/c otherwise it will all get messed up.
spent the day alone, looking at art the art was good, w. the private galleries providing the usual summer grab bags(David Caratine at the Vanderliees hip new space, some nice landscapes at Agnes Kemet, the Olifi, a Pratt and two Jack Bushes at Udell )

setting up a bank account which cost me close to 100 at the end of the the day,

working through some poem (i am supposed to have a book by sept.-which isn’t going to happen, they are messy and hard to order, with a general theme of the disorder of desire, or the implications of desire-so far i have about 20 which aren’t total shit.).

liter of iced tea at steeps when I thought it would be a cup

met a boy who worked as a tour guide at the legislature, got his number when he was showing me the two lt gov. paintings which interested me- this is in addition to a variety of sighs, winks, and notices i have been getting over the last month-give up on love and the world wants to fuck you seems to be the message.

greeted Danielle when she got off work, went to her place, awkard around her father, checked email, read half decent sad and wistful memories by Seadris, not the queer funnies I expected.

went to wem to meet bryan, bought a hammer, stayed looking at carpet when she was looking at tools, bought books at the discount book place- a bunch of queer theory which i excitedly pointed out (the glbt encyopedia for a buck, biological exurbance for 5-lady w. teenage son at check out gave me the keep quiet I hate you look that I have come ot expect. (also bought ruschas book of text pieces called they called her styrene, in sad and hurt condition-what he is doing with these pieces, I want to do with my photos-also essay by silliman about them will be blogged later.

bryan snuck up on us, went shopping for fathers day cards and a dessert for beer and pizza-havent bought dad a gift, as he is playing passive aggressive and i am tired of it,
b and p had a distant val, eriks other sister, danielle, dave and i-fritz in nwt, awful time, had one beer-dessert a hit, pizza substandard, david disliking me-though the ruscha book was a suprising hit.

tried to get bryan on time to meet pat after his shift, he was late as always-really looking for an excuse to get out of their, went over to pat’s talked to his mom and sister, watched some invader zim-which I didn’t like, I think b/c it seemed to be so close to futurama-some debate over the time line their.

massive thunder and lightening caused us to seek gravel roads, pine and popular wind breaks, furrowed fields. I took my shirt off and danced in the rain, and the rain let up intermittlently, I put my clothes back on, and the rain stopped and started-the moon seemed marys and the stars gods. The rain lifted, and the full moon shone thru along with clouds and northern lights. coyotes howled sparrows twittered, wind through grass like Christ in john 3:8, angel airplanes over heads, the woods creaking and clearing, wanderedm writing prayers and totems in the sand-my god is an awesome god, he reigneth-I don’t know what else to write about this, but it will be impt.

keegans for meat, coffee, sugar-talk about patricks picqaresque comic book series, told him some stuff, he told me some stuff, bettie page spooky kid waitress looked tired and over worked, had to deal with assholes and drunks, including a table of 10 who sang you lost that loving feeling- gave bryan her number, w/o him asking-admitted to getting dozens of numbers a night-seems like a girl I would like to get to know better. bryan has a charisma and for the first time in the history of the service industry, someone might go home with the waitress.

afterwards, danielle at home, and patrick dropped off, got back to bryans, sorted out sex and gender, realized how radical our brotherhood is.

tomorrow is movies with pat, then sunday is pride, which I hate going to, but might cause the mayor wont sign a petition.

the hulk has a large cock, gothamist discusses this.

what else did you expect from me ?

ok boys and girls:
john singleton you were a v. good director until 2001, some odd missteps like HIStory, the michael jackson debacle, but yr films had a gritty qauilty that seemed honest, well written and well acted.

and then you wanted to branch out-
you saw how uncommercial the hughes bros. where in To Hell, so you decided to completely fucking sell out.

well, sir, you did it.
vain, shallow, lazy, plotless, butch and pointless it is.
but Too Fast Too Furious managed to make 85 million dollars at the box office,

there is at least one advantage.
vin diesel's movie career is toast, but then so is tyrese, and he had talent--you proved that in baby boy.

next installment,
why the fuck people saw the idotic and blasphemous bruce almighty

marine accused of raping okinawa woman

paraphillias and the APA

christianity is a religion of supplication, of subsuming into the body of christ, desire to move away from the ego and into a larger community of faith--to god goes the glory, and this is why Aquinas(sp) called pride the mother of all sins.

the reason why lucifer fell, the reason why he is the enemy of all that is holy, is that he refused the grace of god and he called for himself to have to glory.

bryan doesnt understand this, and the religous conversation we had last night was him in many ways avoiding listening to the implications of this.

he loves himself to much, he is too egocentric.
he hates god with a fury that could be considered opedial.

but maybe im being dismissive.

the other thing is that i didnt want to have the fucking conversation, i didnt want to have a talk at 4 am after a good night of sprawled walking.
sean,patrick and i had discussions about my god though and its selfish as hell to avoid talking about his.

bryan pushing the conversation was just after i told him how pissed off i was at sean for cornering me.

banks:
one bank charged me 13 bucks for no discernable reason, since i already paid my debts in full
the other one told me my account disappeared b/c i didnt use it (they charged service fees for services i didnt use, still send me junk mail and then shut down my account with out notifying me-and refuse to open another one b/c i dont have two peices of id-what the fuck, i had a passport, if i could cross international borders with one peice of id, why not open a fucking account.)

families in bagdhad are buying videotapes of exectuions to trace missing family

i spent most of the night having a conversation with an american educated queer ethopian back in addis abba about the cultural implications of blaxplotation film.

hassen didnt like sweetback.

seeing the trains
reminds me of night
as a boy

and if i was up late enough
i would hear the foghorn bellow
and the crunk of coupling

imagine how far and exotic
their locations must be
(grand rapids, winnipeg, vancouver)

like lullabies they carried me
and now i am older
and been to those places;

the train noise imaganation
seems more real.

about ontario marriage legistation
i think the idea of the government acting in the bedrooms of the nation is essentially a negative thing, and that their should be less of it not more of it.

i think, as well, that this is the needless aping of a heterosexual ritual that is basically about property and ownership of a person, and in that way deeply antiquated.

as well it is a misapplication of resources, people still lose jobs, families and lives over being queer, their are more important battles to fight.

i broke into a decaying trashed school that hadnt been used in decades and took a roll of photos. old furniture, washrooms classrooms, a gymnasium that smelt like piss.
a whole room where the walls were the nursey room georgy porgy were scrawled on the walks with chalk, some of the rooms make shift bedrooms, broken glass everywhere, exposed wires, the fire hose laid thorought the corridors, a door to the roof where i could see all of downtown, things written on black boards, this genral decay-and
it was sad and wonderful at the same time
and then the cops showed up and took our names, addresses, phone no.s told us to leave one was in in denim and one in uniform.

what was really interesting was how something so modern (it was built in the early 60s) could turn so quickly into a relic, and i wondered why it was abonded(sp) when so many of that era and earlier are kept.

thinking of the last post-ew, a limited release in cinemas away from new york, a dvd, a book- people who are not artists and critcs are starting to pay attention to barney and he is happy, doing what he loves, and making a fortune.

is this tall poppy syndrome ?

lisa schawzbaum in ew this week called the critical reception of barneys work in the art world postive and suggested it was effulsive. this is really untrue, art forum has called it hermetic, tyler green at modern art notes calls out the hype and comdemns it as fatous, their has been discussion in the new york times about its lack of utility and in the village voice and new yorker about its cost.

it may be resepcted for his unique vision, and balls out ambition-his world creation, but hated for his lack of plot and narrative, for what many assume to be an elabortate wank job.

i have seen the book and it seems to me so wonderfully odd, so beutiful-and almost outside, like cornell or darger.

Sri Lanka got 4.5 Billion devolpment in 4 years
that is a 1/3 of the entire budget for African Relief.

rosie o donnell makes the worst paintings of all time

robert byrds speech to senate
best represented by the first ppgh:

Truth has a way of asserting itself despite all attempts to obscure it. Distortion only serves to derail it for a time. No matter to what lengths we humans may go to obfuscate facts or delude our fellows, truth has a way of squeezing out through the cracks, eventually.

Kosher and Halal meat called to be banned by the Farm Animal Welfare Council
I remember Temple Grandin writing about how she was shocked that kosher butchers seemed more cruel, but then realizing that really it wasnt, the manufacture of meat requires killing of animals, and through that killing suffering.
Reducing suffering by both mainstream and religous butchers is nessecary, but banning this practice seems anti semetic and anti islam at best (realzing that a large portion of muslims are semites)

Temple Grandin, aside from one of the more eloquent writers on Aspergers, is an expert on the humane slaughtering of animals, and has been saintly in her reduction of their suffering- her website is here

a married and preganant barbie doll is considered obscene by walmart
sex phobic assholes.

Anlee Newitz finds elements of liberation in the Matrix Triology
from daze reader.

and for the record, i found the sex hot.

and the americans are rounding up muslims

but they did take in 14 000 somalis apparently, link to that will follow.

reasons why britian said no to the euro:

1) They like thinking themselves closer to Americans
2) They belive that they can surrive as a major world power without Europe.
3) They have had a negative realtionship to the Contient since time immerorial.
4) They still have an island culture, that is more then a little isolationist.
5) Blair is a not so closeted tory.
6) The Tories are deeply frightened that internationalism will destroy Queen and Country.

the problem is that they need to, the only way that we can mantain a balance of power and not capitulate to Pax Americana is another side.

thus a strong and central europe.
Look at Germany and France, who all of these 6 could apply to, with names and parties changed- they did not lose culture or nationhood when the Euro came calling.

(speaking of germany, berlin is broke and tax and spend may turn into slash and burn)

also these last two entries have been inspired by Bryan.

Saskatoon police admits that droping off intoxicated natives in city centers was common

this has happened in Le Ronge and Edmonton, at least.
which really reinforces my view of the rcmp

tricked out japanese big rigs.

eyesore of the month

I have been waiting for the Texas Sodomy Legaslation Opinion to come down from the Supreme Court, and not hoping for much considering Scalia and Thomas.

Today was not the Day.

new gareth photos
god are they wonderful.

St Catherines College Oxford, Arne Jacobsen


New Hall Cambridge Chamberlin Powell and Bon

James Stirling Engineering faculty building, Leicester

three of the five the guardian recommends

is once hated and still criticised has become historic.

bryan qouted the last line of jarhead and i had to respond.
Some wars are unavoidable and need well be fought, but this doesn't erase warfare's waste. Sorry, we must say to the mothers whose sons will die horribly. This will never end. Sorry


these are the lies a killer tells himself so he can sleep at night, these are akin to i was only following orders or we only need five men to invade a country.

and if i was the mother of a soilder, i would yell at him, screech in his face, spit in his eye.
i would tell him that such noble and poetic speech does not save, does not justify.

i would say that no amount of rhetoric makes the bombing of marketplaces and the lying about weapons of mass destruction ok.

i would tell him that his war was not even noble (if a war can be), that he was too smart and self aware to believe such pure bullshit, and quit playing boy and go home.

and then i would force peter turnleys photos on him, and ask if he really thought it was worth it.
you can see here what war does.
look at these, and then tell me to my face that treating these people like waste, like the great american trash, is unavoidable.

tell me not to become angry, tell me that we liberated the iraqi people.

look at the mothers with out sons-1000s of them and tell me about surgical strikes and how the awfulness of conflict cannot be avoided.

sure i dont care if you want to carry the big gun, but for the grace of god do not romanticize it, and do not expect me to sit idol and watch it being treated as a moral nessecity.

sean patrick and bryan are going out tonight, and i wanted to go.
like i wanted to go to the 24 marathon and the cowboy bebop marathon.

i want to spend time in a pack, with the rest of them, not one on one, though i shouldnt bitch cause danielle patrick and i spent a weekend together, and bryan and patrick and i spent two weeks together.

but i am remembering how much fun it was when bryan, pat, anthony and someone else had.

beer and pizza is becoming an excercise in gender norming, as i expected, since erik first invited me as way to socialize me, and with the addition of more grand prarie folks the discussion turns into tits and ass.

wanted to talk to jeff about church, but he has not called or emailed me back, which makes me think i need to pull back and stop panicing.

i had a massive depressive episode on sat. and i couldnt reach someone until bryan called late-i need to stop depending on people.

trench art
this one is bizarre, because it recoginzes time and place, being a perfect art noveu peice and only different if one recognizes the time and place-ie created from a shell in a trench as the bombs fell.

well carter is down

more information here

and here

apparently he was complicit in the violent quelling of a pro democracy uprising in Kwangju, South Korea which resulted in the deaths of up to 2000 people.

that and the coddling of hussien and the shah of iran has destroyed any respect i have for st james of georgia.

are their any presidents which can be saved ?

cwm-welsh for valley.
quim-vulva
queen-female ruler
cow-female cow
cunt-vagina/vulva/etc

all the same root, but i cannot remember it.
anyone know ?

T.a.T.u-All The Things She Said and Not Gonna Get Us.
Live at the MTV Movie Awards.

For the male gaze to work, it requires men. The genius of tatu dyking out is that they are not directed to men, their gaze is to each other, their innocence is amusing, and their politics are suspect. The lust that boys show for them seems not to matter a whit. They are gender theory having fun, and the rumours about Jenna Jameson tounging Britney's quim are as irrelevant as the pseudo naughtiness of Xtina. The two gals from Russia mocked both of them into submission. All of this came to a head at tonights MTV Movie Awards, where their post-queer spectacle reached amazing new heights. 137 girls in school girl uniforms stormed the stage some grand sapphic revolution. They danced and stripped and made out, and it was a bacchanal, but a bacchanal that suggested two things: one; that their was no need for boys, and two that the youth were taking over in a new sexual revolution directed towards their own pleasure. They may be accused of being fake but looking at them you wished happiness, like you would on any young and handsome revolutionary, on the way to the struggles.

me
from nyplm
puncation is a disaster

In conception and technique I tried to depict the earth which is prehuman and presumably posthuman."

(letter from Joyce to Harriet Shaw Weaver, 8 February 1922,
Letters 1:180, Selected Letters, p. 289

from here tracked down after reading the discouraging word which was linked from langauge hat, who i should have on my links list.

interesting because of joyces self mythologizing, and i think as well the first use of the term posthuman, but am unsure the context is the same.

Gambling has always been
about trust and the loss
of trust. It's never been
about money. Gambling is
nothing new for the Indians.
Gambling is traditional
and began when Columbus arrived
in our country. Indians started
to roll the dice every time
we signed another treaty
but we've always been the losers
because the dice were loaded
and the treaties broken
by random design. Now
we've got our own game
of Reservation Roulette
and I'd advise the faithful
to always bet on red.

sherman alexie again

sherman alexie essay on tonto

researching for a review i am doing on tomohawk comics.

bushes pack of lies, thnx to whiskey bar

eposciplaians make me happy

tatu are brilliant.
1000 school girls storm the mtv movie awards in some sort sapphic revoultion,
and then they took their clothes off and lezzed up.

i love the specatcle.

ashcroft makes me sad.

my conversion.

Did I do it because I hate my father?
Did I do it for pomp and circumstance
Did I do it to add to a romantic myth
Did I do it because it was unexpected ?
Did I do it because I found the priests handsome ?
Did I do it because I found the life hard, and Im a masochist ?

Did I do it because the stories of the saints ran holy
Did I do it because it gave Mary prominence
Did I do it because of Augustine and Aquinus and the traditions they birthed ?
Did I do it because I could see Christ in her chapels, and I couldn’t when I was LDS ?
Did I do it because I found god and did not want to let it go ?
Did I do it because it made me less lonely ?

Did I do it because of Confession ?
Did I do it because of the holy ?
Did I do it because it would let me lapse into or fight against the conservative ?
Did I do it because I love her ?
Did I do it because I thought it was true.
Did I do it because the holy spirit called me ?

Am I a catholic for the right reasons ?
Or the wrong ones ?

Does it matter now, that I am in ?

Apparently James Frey in A Million Little Pieces, the hip new hemmingway-lite rehab novel, boasts that he has beaten a french priest to death, either he is lying or the ada needs to investigate.
that tidbit comes from here thanks to langauge hat

a male pale and stale judge talks lovingly about the bitches that shizzle his nizzle
link courtesy of tmftml

ok, too many posts,and therfore little comments i am sure-which reminds me, who am i writing this for ?

lane on lowell in this weeks new yorker and a new murakami story.
thinking and sort of correspanding with silliman about the boston brahamins and consdering lowell as the underrated father of that tradition, it
intrigues me that this came out - that and the stein article last week, with gr8 photos when i was thinking of aunt gertude and the structures of language.
like they are reading my mind.

hilary clintons new book-potraying herself as wronged women in a douglas sirk melodrama, good politicing or creepy refuting of the last ethic she had.
also, i assumed that this whole thing was fake, what if it was real ?
is she playing to an audience, providing content worthy of an 8.1 million dollar book deal ?
what does it mean in realtion to her toadying up to the republicans, her electablity, her realtionship to bill ?

what does it mean for bills book
and thinking about that- why is he bitching about dubya and agitating for a 3rd term- is it just sour grapes.

25 photos on 5 rolls of film worth keeping.
realized in many ways my pics are about found text,and therefore poetry.
which makes the change in my poems lately (from grand themes to small intimiacies) realvent.

blame it on creeley.

bryan calls me the mad roving prophet, and we talk about ruling the world--my parents did at my age and they are miserable.
patricks parents are promient, and important and happy.

maybe i will be like them.

its back up, will move and do html when i get webspace.
love you all

ok why cant i post, this new blogger is fucked !!

ok blogger has fucked up, and unsure how to edit the last one-time to move on ?

i see his picture every so often and he haunts me for weeks afterwards.

on soldnz happieness
when does mocking liberals patronizing concern for race become racist itself.
when does archness and shock as way to break the audience become camp.
where does autobiography end ?
when will selma blair stop doing to ice queen artifice gig (and why hasnt she been cast in an edie sedgwick bio)
ok he has a black man sodomizing a white woman he asks the woman to say "nigger fuck me hard", why ?
he seems to view everyones sex as inherently disordered-this is really unpleasent, why am i still watching this.

At any moment, US forces may find convincing evidence of chemical or biological weapons -- which undoubtedly will stir rousing cheers of we-told-you- so from war backers. But that won't be enough. War was waged -- so Bush and others said -- to prevent Iraq's WMD from being transferred to people and groups who would use them against Americans. But the war plan included no schemes to prevent that from occurring. This was a dereliction of duty. Looters beat the United States to Iraq's nuclear facility. If Iraq had WMD, if Al Qaeda types were in Baghdad, and if these terrorists were seeking weapons of mass destruction in Iraq -- the fundamental claims made by the Administration -- then there is a good chance the nightmare scenario Bush & Co. exploited to win support for their war has already come true.
david corm
from ampersand a blog

wolfowitz admits blood for oil not on bbc or cnn.

told erik (the fun sized actor i met in vancouver, whose cock looked like a ham hock)-no long distance realtionships, which i shouldnt have done b/c fuck holidays in vancouver are a grand time-esp. in dive hotels attached to dive bars. the problem is my favourite (the royal-where i got a cowboy from tulsa drunk and we had a threesome, sex pistols bleed thru the thin walls, and the cowboy yelled yippee kay ay aye at orgasm) is now a hipster strokes lit no fags gentrfied "bar".

so why i broke up with him was b/c i couldnt imagine fucking in vancouver anymore.
that and ld kills me.

The two poets in the Boston Brahmin group who could really write were Berryman & Plath. Sexton is interesting for the same reasons that Jerry Springer or reality TV are “interesting.” The poet in that tendency who deserves to be rediscovered, though, is George Starbuck.
 I read this on your blog, and i was wondering if i could question you on it. I am assuming that I am misreading this, and you are not talking about the context of Plath or Sexton here, but some form of poetics.
That said, I view Plath as more solipsistic then Sexton. The narcism of comparing her father to the Nazis in Daddy, the necrophiliac striptease of Lady Lazarus-even Colossus that never moves, never quests and stays in place-like the statue in fact.
Sexton and Plath had the same pleasures and horrors, was a woman and from the same time and place- but Sexton had a questing that I do not see in Plath-even in the self indulgence of Masterbation (the ballad of the lonely masturbator) or the obsessive disorder of adultery (For my Lover, Returning to his wife)
As well, the source material that Sexton uses seems to range farther-into vernacular forms(the fairy yale poems), traditional narratives(the diary in 18 days without you), religious texts(the repetitive psalm like elements of The Furies), and something that approaches an essay(The Jesus Papers).
So I know I sound like a fan boy here, and I haven't really read Plath in her fullness, but I was wondering why you thought this about Plath, when I would have made it vice versa.
Also I wanted to ask you about Berryman and Sextons shared religious views-what did your make of their "awful rowing towards god" especially in reaction to Catholicism; and what you made of Robert Lowell in this group.

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The two poets in the Boston Brahmin group who could really write were Berryman & Plath. Sexton is interesting for the same reasons that Jerry Springer or reality TV are “interesting.” The poet in that tendency who deserves to be rediscovered, though, is George Starbuck.
from sillimans blog
ellroy wrote a short peice on anne sexton, dana delany and his mother in this months gq, and for me i would put lowell in that list- and switch plath with sexton.
maybe its b/c sexton seems to have a sense of daily muck interferring with holy mountain, but maybe thats me.

I haven’t read much Raymond Carver, some short story collections, a couple of his books of poetry, an anthology he had edited, some works in the Paris review and Chicago and the New Yorker-but the stuff that I had read I liked. He had a stark economy, not in the overly precious, not a word out of place way, but something better then that. He knew what he wanted to say, what emotions he needed to convey, what words best expressed those emotions, and carried the plot along, plus gave us relevant character information- all things a short story writer should do. He only gave us what we needed, he efficiently hummed along until it reached a logical conclusion, and then ended it. You could see this efficiency in how he eschewed most adjectives and adverbs, how his sentences were not overly long, how little punctuation he used beyond a comma and a period, how he favoured the Anglo Saxon over anything else. Even in the titles of his books was this sparse democratic voice (for example Put Yourself in My Shoes or What We Talk About When We Talk About Love or A New Path to the Waterfall)
I am a tangled reader and a thinker who tramps along in the brambles, sometimes there is pain that occurs, but mostly it’s a grand adventure. Carver wrote about things that were not tangled or brambled, even though it seems like they should be- stories about drunks, bad marriages, relationships dissolving, suburban angst, poems about wronged lovers, driving drunk, a fathers death-these are indicators of misery and depression, the inwardness of that illness or lifestyle should mean a solipsism and a desire to unwind or unweave the minor disasters that infiltrate our lives.
Their was a tension for Carver, he didn’t believe that writers lie and who wanted everyone to be accurate as well as truthful (he followed this maxim by Pound “fundamental accuracy of statement is the one sole morality of writing”), and yet he lied every day, the writer doesn’t tell the whole truth-he edits, and refines and adds bits and fictionalizes and through all that myth making risks forgetting or exploiting the source. Maybe his clarity is used in the same way as a magician shows his hands in front of a performance or a kid yells “look ma now hands” or how a teenager takes pride in how he can drive with his knees.
All of those metaphors fail though, and they fail because they are about showing off, Carver was a drunk, a bad father, and a lousy writer, one a legion throughout the history of writers who used a talented wife (Tess Gallagher) as an editor and secretary-like Lee Krasner cleaning up Pollocks puke and piss instead of painting- the thing about Carver, the thing that you can see though, is that he is aware of how he treats this, how he realizes the messes he made and how he tries to correct them. He gives Gallagher her due in places, talking of her writing or reading-as well he wrote a whole collection of love poetry to her, and this love poetry did not seem to romanticize a disasterous relationship. Even though it didn’t last, she seems to have affection of him.
Anyone who tries and even remotely succeeds with this kind of writing is called Hemmingway-and with Carver the problem is confounded by his admiration for Hemmingway and the fact that they were both had a taste for booze. There is something more to Carver-Hemmingway is all macho bluster, he spends his novels with his dick against a tape measure-and that’s all he can use it for, the love of Hemmingway is for Hemmingway, the myth of Hemmingway is one of the urban professional who wants to go out and play big boy with guns-it’s the myth of a world where the women are virgins, whores or bulldaggers. Hemmingway is a neurotic and messy as Roth or Bellow but scared to admit it. What Carvers does, or did, was try to clean up messes. His prose is clean, but his content is filthy, and in that sense the prose works as a way to control the effluvia that is happening in his characters lives, and by extension his own.
This is where the problem comes in, and I have just started realizing it once I got to the essays, if you have so much concern for control and avoiding mess you run the risk of being mannered. Carver’s love of narrative sustains him, of course and that love has some definite virtues, but it also traps him. If he is narrative focused, not really concerned with language or lyricism, but just wanting to get words across, then there is a risk of becoming reactionary.
The innovations of the 20th century have been against this kind of propulsive narrative, and reading his unreleased essays in the post humus collection No Heroics, Please (note the plain prose of the title, the subtle irony), you get this impression that Carver would have been happier if we had all stayed with the dramas of 19th century drawing rooms-I am not saying that everyone needs to run up and write Finnegans Wake, but that a little of Carver goes along way, and also there is an over dependence on narrative tricks (in his first essay in the collection of occasional pieces, Fires, he wrote that he hated tricks, and he was attempting to be the simplest writer he could be, what he didn’t realize is that simplicity was a trick in itself.)
Having tricks is good, the writer as a magician is not a bad thing, but the problem is when you over rely on them-when you think your trick is the only trick, and then you can only view literature in your tradition. He tends sometimes, especially when he gets closer to death, to view his writing as the only trick, and so he becomes strained- the virtuous balance is lost to sameness. Reading his introduction to the Best American Short Stories 1986, which he edited, this sameness becomes clear. He half heartedly apologizes for his conservativeness, but he seems stubbornly proud of lines like “a reader looking for “experimental” or “innovative” stories won’t find them around here.
The weird thing about this line, was that for 10 years after his death Carver become the reactionary that was so new that he lead the charge, readers had to endure hundreds of pages of poetry and prose about little people doing little things not because they were compelled to tell truths but because Uncle Raymond did it first. Writing like Carver, with delicacy and starkness is such a difficult task that even for him it became almost impossible- and if he had not died when he did, he would have added to the pile

doubt a prose poem by fanny how

this is the first draft of a city poem im writing.
im not sure i like it at all, in fact quite the opposite.


god of concrete/god of steel
Anglican hymn

magpies squall
in brickbat packs

crows gleaming
dark unease

falcons nest
in steelglass mountains

swallows swoop
through iron bridges

the scurry skitch
of floorboard rat.

the rabbit still
winter white or summer brown

I sit
watching for Her hand

alan antliff just snubbed me, i said hi, meant to mention congrats for the gig in victoria, he breezed past, sneering and saying who are you-rude motherfucker.

at the turn of the last century, a variety of european ministers met in berlin and carved up africa according to colonial needs and desires.
now, in evian france, 8 millionaires and billionares, in additon to their courts met to "figure out" africa.

3 am conversation with bryan made me realize that butch cassidy and the sundance kid were about love but not sex.
roving thru the ravine past his house, knowing the dirt paths under the pines by heart,
and having him sing, its boyscouts with out the crush on the troop leader.
its like i have been reborn as a boy, 14 yrs old and discovering the world.
the chutzpah, the fuck you energy, the hormones, the desire to be this way forever
those silly rite of passage movies when the rite of passage never happened.
i have worked on the chemical state of my id, from solid to gas, now he has done some wonky post particle physics
and im not the same way, like some 4th state, some lds jello salad where the pineapple has gone cosmic.
.(he also eats from the same glass and plate, and we share meals, i mean not eat together but one plate communal)
is this symbolic
this is new, this is scary.
this means he might stay.

we are buddy/brothers with out subtext, without rooting out id imps, with out the tension.

i said to pat that their will be in the furture one world pop song, this is the song that has been going thru my head.
the thing i love about the japanese clones of tatu and any number of varrations is that pop has become a kind of lingua franca, not exactly in the words of kinky friedman "elvis jesus and coca cola" but in the words of meritt :

From Tokyo to Soweto
viva la musica pop
We are black & white and we dance all night
down at the hop
and the letters were tall on the Berlin Wall
viva la musica pop
So if you're feeling low
stuck in some bardo
I, even I know the solution
love, music, wine and revolution
love, love,
love, music, wine and revolution
This too shall pass so raise your glass
to change and chance
and freedom is the only law
shall we dance...

also Orchard sold out to McKay after the third vote-what happened to the anything but McKAy Campaign.

their is a christian conference on social justice and one of the evanglical stadium tours today- the stadium tour got 10 times as many people, and coverage on the front page of the paper sat., in addition to large amounts of inside coverage.

i was thinking-my problem with evanglical christianity is its solipsim, instead of genuinly trying to "take up your cross and follow Him" and suffering to gain an understanding of self; or clothing the naked/feeding the hungry/visiting the prisoner you get multimedia specatcle intended to make the divine hip. So its ahve you found jesus, is jesus your friend, do you have a personal realtionship with your saviour-their isnt even the hard core blood imagery that this sort of revival rested on (ie are you washed in the blood of the lamb; etc)

now that this kind of Christian is in the white house, and has power on a variety of policies from AIDS in Africa to Welfare to Isreal, how do we fight it-esp. if one happens to be a christian.

thinking of the farnsworth house (see below), it is the most lovely house, it takes my breath away with its starkness, it melds and forms into the land, their is not a stick out of place.

the mosquitos will eat you alive, there is no storage space, it cannot be used comfortably in the winter, it is the failing of modernism that one cannot live in them.

farnsworth house for sale
anyone have 7 million ?

in the sun next to you
we eat kumquats and
choco milk
the milk too sweet
the fruit too sour
but they combine with suprise and tension
we learn from this twinning
and hope it comes
into us

Early last year, Lansana spoke only his tribal dialect, Mende, and hoarded food in the house. He had never been to a city, watched television, flushed a toilet or taken a shower. He had never had a real change of clothing.

But once in New York, the boy picked up English quickly, and, with his magnetic personality, made friends just by walking down the block.... When some West African cabdrivers and a college professor engaged him in dialect, he ignored them.
from the new york times
only in the west would a langauge of 1.5 million people be considered not only a dialect, but a dialect that is so useless and ugly to be destroyed.
(vis langauge hat)

whistler symphony in white oil on canvas 1898

malevich white on white oil on canvas 1913

nicholson white relief one painted relief 1939
(no link found but rauschenberg white paintings ca 1953)

johns white flag encaustic on board 1959

Achrome kaolin and gravel on board 1962

flavin flourscent tubing in black room 1969

ryman enemlac on canvas 1979