Tuesday, June 30, 2009

CUE

morgan schuldt just put out a new issue of cue (on-line now), guest-edited by mark horosky

get it here C-U-E

there's work by tim peterson in it

it has a pretty desert scape

ima read it all up tonight

Friday, June 26, 2009

on resistance on standing on making 'job' manageable on watching nacho libre while reading du plessix grays 'adam & eve and the city'

restless female protagonist search for secular salvation leave preposterous homes and loving families neither in literature nor in real life greet women with exalted phrases live by bread alone cabin fever transcendence hocus-pocus white whale of selfhood imperil the planet by roving it disservice by pedestal flattered into powerlessness too precious to take the train alone left home for God or for each other to the prodigies of the outre rummy androgynes deviant nomads metaphysical tramps who have not feared the marks of precipitous decline; to the women who have ceased to practice their millennial ploys of pleasing and seducing [...], who have said no and become voyagers. But also dedicated to women who have said I'll try and stay: dedicated to the George Sands of banking and commerce, the Jany Eyres of bartending, the Emma Goldman's of aviation, the doctors and lawyers who must go home to breast-feed their infants [...], to the fortieth and 327th woman train conductors, whom we and our progeny will owe our liberation and our loving gratitude.

paying respect

"Billie Jean" Written and composed by Michael Jackson. She was more like a beauty queen from a movie sceneI said don't mind, but what do you mean I am the oneWho will dance on the floor in the roundShe said I am the one who will dance on the floor in the roundShe told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a sceneThen every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the oneWho will dance on the floor in the roundPeople always told me be careful of what you doAnd don't go around breaking young girls' heartsAnd mother always told me be careful of who you loveAnd be careful of what you do 'cause the lie becomes the truthBillie Jean is not my loverShe's just a girl who claims that I am the oneBut the kid is not my sonShe says I am the one, but the kid is not my sonFor forty days and forty nightsThe law was on her sideBut who can stand when she's in demandHer schemes and plans'Cause we danced on the floor in the roundSo take my strong advice, just remember to think twice(Do think twice)She told me her name was Billie Jean as she caused a sceneThen every head turned with eyes that dreamed of being the oneWho will dance on the floor in the roundPeople always told me be careful of what you doAnd don't go around breaking young girls' heartsShe came and stood right by meThen the smell of sweet perfumeThis happened much too soonShe called me to her roomBillie Jean is not my loverShe's just a girl who claims that I am the oneBut the kid is not my sonBillie Jean is not my loverShe's just a girl who claims that I am the oneBut the kid is not my sonShe says I am the one, but the kid is not my sonShe says I am the one, but the kid is not my sonBillie Jean is not my loverShe's just a girl who claims that I am the oneBut the kid is not my sonShe says I am the one, but the kid is not my sonShe says I am the one, she says he is my sonShe says I am the oneBillie Jean is not my loverBillie Jean is not my loverBillie Jean is not my loverBillie Jean is not my loverBillie Jean is not my loverBillie Jean isBillie Jean isBillie Jean isNot my loverNot my loverNot my loverNot my loverBillie Jean is not my lover (she is just a girl)Billie Jean is not my lover (she is just a girl)Billie Jean is not my lover (she is just a girl)Billie Jean is not my lover (she is just a girl)Billie Jean isBillie Jean isBillie Jean is not my loverBillie Jean is not my loverBillie Jean isBillie Jean isBillie Jean is not my loverBillie Jean is not my loverBillie Jean isBillie Jean is

"Smooth Criminal" Written and Composed by Michael Jackson. Annie are you ok?So, Annie are you okAre you ok, Annie Annie are you ok?So, Annie are you okAre you ok, AnnieAnnie are you ok?So, Annie are you ok?Are you ok, Annie?Annie are you ok?So, Annie are you ok, are you ok, Annie?(Annie are you ok?)(Will you tell us that you're ok?)(There's a sign in the window)(That he struck you-a crescendo Annie)(He came into your apartment)(He left the bloodstains on the carpet)(Then you ran into the bedroom)(You were struck down)(It was your doom)Annie are you ok?So, Annie are you ok?Are you ok Annie?Annie are you ok?So, Annie are you ok?Are you ok Annie?Annie are you ok?So, Annie are you ok?Are you ok Annie?You've been hit byYou've been hit by-a smooth criminalSo they came into the outwayIt was Sunday-what a black dayMouth to mouth resuscitationSounding heartbeats-intimidationsAnnie are you ok?So, Annie are you ok?Are you ok Annie?Annie are you ok?So, Annie are you ok?Are you ok Annie?Annie are you ok?So, Annie are you ok?Are you ok Annie?Annie are you ok?So, Annie are you ok?Are you ok Annie?(Annie are you ok?)(Will you tell us-that you're ok?)(There's a sign in the window)(That he struck you-a crescendo Annie)(He came into your apartment)(Left the bloodstains on the carpet)(Then you ran into the bedroom)(You were struck down)(It was your doom)(Annie are you ok?)(So, Annie are you ok?)(Are you ok Annie?)(You've been hit by)(You've been struck by-a smooth criminal)Okay, I want everybody to clear the area right now!Aaow!(Annie are you ok?)I don't know!(Will you tell us, that you're ok?)I don't know!(There's a sign in the window)I don't know!(That he struck you-a crescendo Annie)I don't know!(He came into your apartment)I don't know!(Left bloodstains on the carpet)I don't know why baby!(Then you ran into the bedroom)I don't know!(You were struck down)(It was your doom-Annie!)(Annie are you ok?)Dad gone it-baby!(Will you tell us, that you're ok?)Dad gone it-baby!(There's a sign in the window)Dad gone it-baby!(That he struck you-a crescendo Annie)Hoo! Hoo!(He came into your apartment)Dad gone it!(Left bloodstains on the carpet)Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!(Then you ran into the bedroom)Dad gone it!(You were struck down)(It was your doom-Annie!)Aaow!!!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Raaaaaaaaar


hey, it's wednesday & i'll be working the RETURN of church o' rock tonight w/ the one & only father larry & rev tacklebox what-what! {hence the raaaaa...r}


today is 8 mos for me & my sugar!


today is wed & cats & dogs are getting along somewhat. murderface is no longer pure quivering when a lashel walks by, & the lashels are getting bolder round him. this makes us happy :)

Monday, June 22, 2009

STEAK!


We took Pops to the Silver Saddle STEAK House, located in the Super 8 Motel off I-10 & had a most excellent Father's Day meal. After napping & waking midnight, N & I went down to Che's & had some drinks w/ the best of Chango Malo: usual nudity, shirt ripping, Mr Showbiz himself, R Kelly on the projector screen, tequila, Valhalla & spinning barstools. Today's a usual Monday & I have errands, ugh. 100+ today, I just know it.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

who loves sparklehorse

morgan got it right with this link on his blog & so im appropriating this from him onto here: here.

last night's reading at casa libre was nice: thank you, kristen (sorry bout the unicorn, but i love it), thank you, renee (dinner & post-drinks were fun & we cant wait to play clue with yall), thank you n & pops for being there & making everything much cooler.

Monday, June 15, 2009

edge reading

Is Wednesday 6/17 at Casa Libre at 730. Im reading with Miss Renee Angle & Leslie Clark.

The curator of the Series somehow typed up my bio incorrectly. My book with Tarpaulin Sky will not be forthcoming Sept 2010, rather the end of this year or begining of 2010.

Hope to see yall there :)

Sunday, June 14, 2009

sundays which ive always loved best

mama sent me this pic of sissy in the field. she's 28 now & she looks good here.
cats lie on couch back by the window it's sunday, & there's reason i dont get up til 4ish. post-two days of work behind bar round 20 hrs keeps me in & then i dont want to see anyone today lest its a food delivery or talk to my mama. sometimes it feels like head butting the wall all weekend but maybe thats how i liken work, i dont know, i have to pay rent & interact right. sometimes im much too sensitive, i had a dream last night i was teaching history to a classfull of athletes, maybe ballplayers, & was {{wholly}} disregarded during my lecture & then a big old lady came in & took the class away cause she said i was unqualified. I wanted to teach a piece of writing called 'The Silver Fox' in relation to a specific time in history & she wanted to operatically sing something I remember she called 'Judea' & for some reason the ballplayers paid attention to her, taking notes & the like. i think i get it what it means in relation to this time in my life, & this is not really bad.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Retraction: 22 yr old nontippers. Love to my 22 yr olds!


Meanwhile, here's a pic Dani took of me & N in LA that I love.
Also: I am reading on Wed w/ Miss Renee Angle over at Casa Libre for the Edge Series. Think it's at 730ish. Details soon. XO--

Thursday, June 11, 2009

wed, dj night in club, i try not to lose temper with 22 yr olds. bar napkin poem.

If a woman bids adieu Paris-bound & a baby in her belly & her man is a young veteran brings it home, slams fist on the formica, coffee spill, you aint going nowhere, tile brown dog lick coffee & mercy this New England morning. The ship boarded, pushes, her mama cries & dad gone & Annabelle back in Ga smolders a fire out front the 1st Baptist as we wouldve done what we werent supposed to, smoking behind the barn when you grow the precious precious you had hands, hips, hair dulled by work & if she does not seem capable to him, atleast she's well-dressed. I get tired go to hell Jack I hate yr guts all weekend, my 70 cents to yr dollar, yr boys & their 'let me get on some'o that Patron Silver' & his passive girl a doe-eyed vodka-cran. Man's world, atleast she's well-sequined ooh la, how I get all alone in Feb in NYC, bass riff, Bud lite, fan whirl, the smoke machine go-getters, Marilyn on a grate on Lexington. Im more & should carry weaponry I miss oak so much sometimes; there aint horses here, there's neonry.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

things i know bout tuesday:

overcast day in tucson is fab. pale legs, still.
it's 5 & i havent had breakfast.
my camera broke so i cant post pics of new house coming together. will figure it out, will.
revolutionary road is fantastical but speaks true to state of domesticity injuring human spirit.
nh & i agree to always be individuals in love & in love with world as individuals in love.
my sister is for sure having a girl in november. lyla grace.
i will whip my writin room into shape this afternoon.
dani & i will go to rocco's & eat wings, then go see helio sequence at congress.
nh will be bartending in the taproom & i will smile at him a whole lot.

i always liked that skynard song bout tues & the wind for the guitar; it seemed sexy or something when i was a kid & still do.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Jesus take the Wheel; Ninja Warrior

Carrie Underwood was wrong. Nowst being a southern girl myself, there are few things I like more than other southern girls, but in a situation of duress no one, Carrie, NO ONE should throw both hands up in the air whilst driving a car, with a baby in the back seat; no matter how shitty one's life has become; no matter the car skidding black ice (sky high!); nothing; Jesus will not take the wheel for real; you sing this, people will try this; someone oughta check the mortality or near-death rate in relation to 'Jesus take the Wheel'; 30 last year; I truly love you, Carrie, but your msg is not a good one. Never be driving down the road & throw both hands up in the air. This is faulty, & I might really really love Jesus, but Jesus is in the sky. He will not & cannot be expected to take our wheels.

NH loves Ninja Warrior. It's Thursday. Ninja Warrior afternoon. Blueberries in the yoghurt. (:))