Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Lyla G & her besties

chalking your feet is fun!

tues / yesterday i was clumsy

[whitewash cant exactly tell whats what]

yesterday i shopped & found the deal of the year a gray wool blazer w/ silk pinstripe lining for 70% off. got it. laid out & swam in ocean. dined. pinot grig in honor of mm. got hungry later & fried up some chicken.

then, when im heading out to backyard luxury w/ laptop in one hand/arm & my wine in the other, i fall down stairs real hard, bite the ground hard w/ left knee in attempt to save comp. wine goes everywhere. my comp worked right away & then ceased living. my knee swole up golfball-baseball sized & immed blue. put fan on dead comp (lil wine spillage perhaps). talked to rouch & to d. drinkin too much wine b/c of knee-pain. tried to turn comp on 100+ times. bed at 2am buzzed & stressed, gigantic knee.

today i get to be lazy. there's a light drizzle, overcast, chinese food on the way. knee looks better but hurts to bend. majestically my comp turned on today & is perfecto. & so im honoring gods by writing away today.

Monday, June 27, 2011

"Their dispute turned violent, as Stevens hit Hemingway on the jaw, breaking his hand, while the latter knocked Stevens into a puddle and gave him a

...beating. Hemingway claimed that Stevens needed medical attention for five days after their altercation.

[of course.]


The Idea of Order at Key West

Wallace Stevens

She sang beyond the genius of the sea.
The water never formed to mind or voice,
Like a body wholly body, fluttering
Its empty sleeves; and yet its mimic motion
Made constant cry, caused constantly a cry,
That was not ours although we understood,
Inhuman, of the veritable ocean.
The sea was not a mask. No more was she.
The song and water were not medleyed sound
Even if what she sang was what she heard,
Since what she sang was uttered word by word.
It may be that in all her phrases stirred
The grinding water and the gasping wind;
But it was she and not the sea we heard.

For she was the maker of the song she sang.
The ever-hooded, tragic-gestured sea
Was merely a place by which she walked to sing.
Whose spirit is this? we said, because we knew
It was the spirit that we sought and knew
That we should ask this often as she sang.
If it was only the dark voice of the sea
That rose, or even colored by many waves;
If it was only the outer voice of sky
And cloud, of the sunken coral water-walled,
However clear, it would have been deep air,
The heaving speech of air, a summer sound
Repeated in a summer without end
And sound alone. But it was more than that,
More even than her voice, and ours, among
The meaningless plungings of water and the wind,
Theatrical distances, bronze shadows heaped
On high horizons, mountainous atmospheres
Of sky and sea.

It was her voice that made
The sky acutest at its vanishing.
She measured to the hour its solitude.
She was the single artificer of the world
In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea,
Whatever self it had, became the self
That was her song, for she was the maker. Then we,
As we beheld her striding there alone,
Knew that there never was a world for her
Except the one she sang and, singing, made.

Ramon Fernandez, tell me, if you know,
Why, when the singing ended and we turned
Toward the town, tell why the glassy lights,
The lights in the fishing boats at anchor there,
As the night descended, tilting in the air,
Mastered the night and portioned out the sea,
Fixing emblazoned zones and fiery poles,
Arranging, deepening, enchanting night.

Oh! Blessed rage for order, pale Ramon,
The maker's rage to order words of the sea,
Words of the fragrant portals, dimly-starred,
And of ourselves and of our origins,
In ghostlier demarcations, keener sounds.

these followill boys are too much / i am DYING for mexi food KW

the followills make me want to assume a full-time southern residence.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

OMG I LOVE Tennis / Feliciano Lopez (Sp) / I WANT TO MOVE TO SPAIN

Lopez just beat Roddick! I had never ever heard of Lopez but was literally jumping up & down match point. Of course Lopez is Spanish. Of course I'm needing to move to Spain.

Happy Sunday!

Saturday, June 25, 2011

went out lookin pretty cute, got home sweated through my dress & lookin roooough

sat / gorgeous day in paradise i think i need a lil retail therapy & some pink shrimp

this is where i'm gonna start taking dance. wish me luck in that cause it's been a looooooong while. me & a. & d. might start taking flamenco in sept--so i figured i'd get a lil start warming up here. plus coffeemill has adult ballet & i miss ballet so much. i just do not want to look like a fool. :)

last nite i saw bridesmaids. i dont think ive ever laughed so much at a movie. also, a nice man behind me in the concession line bought my popcorn & a water & he wasnt even creepy. folks here are nice. i caught myself cackling numerous like my daddy does. i said to myself, oh shit i've gotta do something ab this.


Thursday, June 23, 2011

thurs / the life!

today: turkey kielbasa, polenta, egg over easy.

editing 'lions.'

dropping off morgan & my first group of poems in the mail to find a home.

talk to mm.


lying in hammock reading pat benatar's memoir.

tooling around island on bicycleta.

afternoon wine in backyard.

not bad i'd say...

[banyan tree]

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

wed / happiness

is MOJO SAUCE. i'll never go without it again.

in other news, im jogging & writing my life away.

it feels good.

Monday, June 20, 2011

mon / big pine key / key deer / no name pub / dolla dolla bills & fried shrimp

key buck
key does
no name pub
me on the way to cudjoe key


uncle fred & aunt jean took me to big pine key to see the key deer this afternoon. the deer are mini-sized & run right up to your car, not scared at all. it's illegal to feed them, though obviously they're humanized. makes me ill at ease to have deer running at the car--one had been hit, had a broken leg. not good. but they're beautiful & trusting.

grita is back to 100% today. yeeeeeee!

Sunday, June 19, 2011

sun / finally it's raining / & on sunday my favorite of all days in the world

[my house from the front in the rain / the poinciana tree out the backyard]

so im learning the trees around my house. i like the poinciana tree because it's tropical & strikingly beautiful in its oranges. my mama likes the tree because it makes a huge elbow-fingertip sized bean pod that she likes to use as decor.

from wiki...

Delonix regia is a species of flowering plant from the Fabaceae family, Caesalpinioideae subfamilia, noted for its fern-like leaves and flamboyant display of flowers. In many tropical parts of countries around the world it is grown as an ornamental tree and in English it is given the name Royal Poinciana or Flamboyant. It is also one of several trees known as Flame tree.

In India it is known as Gulmohar (Hindi and Urdu -‘Gul’ means flower and ‘Mohr’ is ‘peacock’, thus the name suggests a spectacular show of color, like the extraordinary colors of a peacock's tail [1]). It is also known there as Krishnachura (Bengali: 'crown of the Lord Krishna). In Vietnamese it is known as Phượng vĩ (means "Phoenix's Tail) (Vietnamese), Malinche, and Tabachine[2]. In Guatemala, Antigua Guatemala, it is known as "Llama del Bosque".

This species was previously placed in the genus Poinciana, named for Phillippe de Longvilliers de Poincy, the 17th century governor of Saint Christophe (Saint Kitts), who is credited with introducing the plant to the Americas. Because it is a legume, the tree has nitrogen-fixating and soil-improving properties.

i got down here at the perfect time! flowering season:

South Florida: May–June
Vietnam: May–July
Caribbean: May–September
India, Pakistan, Bangladesh: April–June
Australia: December–February
Northern Mariana Islands: March–June
United Arab Emirates: April–June
Philippines: April–June
Brazil: November–February
Southern Sudan: March–May
Thailand: April–May
Zimbabwe: October–December

coming next will be the mangrove (best seen on big pine key with the key deer sneaking out at sundown, which im going to visit sometime this week w/ f & j), the banyan (trying to find the best on the island--so far the one out back the library is winning), the seagrape tree, & all these major banana trees everywhere.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

sat / just got back from the hogfish bar & grill on stock island

the hogfish is located in safe harbor, the oceanside marina, on stock island. it's really cool.

aunt jean & uncle fred picked me up this afternoon & took me over to stock island for apps & drinks w/ mrs carole & david. david was the exec producer of several legit films & he's wanting me to work w/ him on his next project, a tv series set in key west w/ a kind of northern exposure bent. exciting. im heading to their house on tues to read the script & see what i can do to contribute. ive had a fun afternoon. grita is looking pretty good right now. she's on the drugs. still no results yet...

sat / pics from sunset festivities & grita today

sword swallower / key west sunsets are like nothing else (except the desert's) / flowers on my bar / grita today on the drugs

Friday, June 17, 2011

fri / missus grita is home & resting / the bahamian church of god is full force this friday eve, bass thumping all of elizabeth st

thank you for all your calls & emails--they are much appreciated. i get the results back tomorrow. fingers-crossed nothing is wrong.

just got off the phone w/ my mija mara v who is fantastic. we're going to start a collaboration. morgan lucas schuldt & my collab (that we started last august) is going strong & i love the work.

sent off my stuff to the u of a.

printer is fixed...finally!

going to hit the pavement on me bicycleta here in a min. going to catch the sundown festivities at mallory square.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

thurs nite / metal heart is self-reflexive

finally went to see 'midnite in paris' at the tropics cinema. i enjoyed it. sure it was campy as all hell, but it was just what i needed tonite.


i heart this song--always listen to it when ive got the blues.

thurs / 2 weeks in key west / sad sad sad day

because my ms grita had to go back to the doctor today.

this time i drove over to stock island to All Animal Clinic [http://allanimalclinickeywest.com/] & couldnt be any happier w/ the staff & vets there.

the sad part is i had to leave grita overnight for testing/urinanalysis, etc. i cried like hell in the office. i cried for prob 30 minutes after leaving her. i called mama & cried. but at least these vets will really figure out what's going on & they love her & don't think she's fat at all. their website explains everything--you can tell they're loving & devoted to their animal/people clients. this really, really matters to me.

right now i'm lying on the couch w/ sasstrid. she's confused but happy to be getting all my loving.

i'll keep ya'll posted on grita. please send prayers to key west for ms grita to feel better.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

wed / im such a beach bum

last nite i wrote a lot.

today i did a bunch of stuff and i laid out on the beach.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

tues / major high school jam / goodie mob / ceeeeeelo green: im from the dirty, filthy nasty dirty south

my mama loves cee-lo green (maybe just the new stuff though...) & just two weeks ago asked why i called the south dirty. here's why. it is. round 2 minutes is the best part. me & peacock & wendy used to rock this out back in the late 90s. oh yes...

for you mama:

tues / up early w/ the grlbears / grita had to go to emergency vet clinic last nite round 11pm

where the vet, a hag named dr. bump proceeded to tell me ms grita is too fat & she's going to live a shortened life because of her weight.

strike one. bump is rude from the get-go--not just rude, shockingly rude. dont hold emergency hours at your clinic & charge $200 for the service of showing up if you're going to be a major bitch. it's bad for business.

strike two is demanding $300 without telling me what you think is wrong w/ my cat. plus you're giving her an iv...does she really need an iv for frequent urination when you just said she's not dehydrated?

strike three is me calling dr. bump out on her rudeness when she tells me 'well i shouldve just charged you $700 for XRays you dont need--as if she's being nice or something in charging me $300 for 7 1/2 minutes of her time sans any kind of real diagnosis or care--& i quickly told her that her kind demeanor is what gives all people in the medical field a bad rep--that they fail to recognize or simply do not care that are tending a family member, etc. which bump takes great offense to, which i say 'then you should work on your professionalism & personality skills.'

grita seems okay today. so many vets in this world are bad.

Monday, June 13, 2011

mon / fresh week / another milestone for Lyla G-Bear!

Gooooooo G! Auntie loves you!

Rouch says she likes her potty so much she goes in the bathroom & sits on it in the dark. Heehee.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Interview with Bill Wetzel was published today


Oped News - "Something About Something" -by Bill Wetzel / w/ thanks to Mara Vahratian & Gordon Massman

sat / my day of work on the delphine / first mate

yes this is a barracuda. the chief got em & i netted him. this part was fun at least. seasick = not fun.

Friday, June 10, 2011


got on my trusty bicycle & rode down to mallory square which looks over the ocean--& i went to my favorite place to eat in town thus far: pepe's cuban food! i dont know if it's all that pork or the bartender pouring on a nine count in a tiny glass, but im comatosed. the bike ride home was difficult & this is island flatland. the bartender, phil, is a bartender's bartender & i like him mucho. i met a guy that's there every afternoon for like all his life & he's in his 60s--named Red Flowers. i do love key west--such an ease--everybody's high or drunk & driving mopeds nonetheless. you dont have to dress up to go out--every woman is in her bathing suit anyways. it's a good thing for me to be here, as i tend to be high stress at times & need to do some chillin out. & i need to eat all the cuban food i can...

think im gonna go see the new woody allen movie tonite at the tropics--the number one cinema in fl. it's vintage for sure.

fri / my new job! if you can call this work...

i'm leading charters on a yacht--the delphine--snorkling around the western sambo & also some fishing! i start tomorrow!

Thursday, June 9, 2011

grand canyon & the boss

laura made a succession of videos of our roadtrip. the best is outside of prescott w/ a plate of fried chicken in my lap, laura grinning, & dani being like wtf when it comes to my singing. we had fun!

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

wed / just talked on the telephone to my granny / am still full hours later from big BIG spanish dinner

yeah i ate too much.

got on me bike & rode over to santiago's bodega by 530 to get in on the happy hour specials. started off w/ red sangria & a plate of mussels & good thing i love garlic. mini loaf of sourdough to soak up all that garlic wine juiciness. had a cup of lobster/shrimp bisque--delicious--best in key west. then i had a glass of rioja & a lil beef tenderloin w/ gruyere. like i said i ate too much. that was lunch & dinner though & i was celebrating finishing the interview.

my package arrived today & was delivered to an empty house down the street meaning my ars had to carry a 50 pound mega box down the street in my pjs no less.

i talked to ms annie! yeah!

right about now im going to write. i heart key west.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

tues / this afternoon

[Tennessee Williams' house on Duncan St]

this afternoon i got on my trusty bike (mom's) & trolled around the key west cemetery.
then i sought out Duncan St to find Tenn's home. duncan st was hard to find but i managed. felt sad because the city didnt buy it & now it's completely renovated. sigho.
then i rode around the whole island.
the i stopped at the cafe for a snack. my server is a clothing designer--'clara dara' is her line & it's really beautiful stuff.
went to wanderlust on petronia in the bahamia village. cute little boutique, well priced.
then i trolled around some more. bookstores & whatnot. then i came home. talked to mm. had some peel and eat shrimp & am now doing some writing & lounging.

it's on folks of tucson, arizona: sign up!

Advanced Poetry Writing
Fall 2011

Pima Northwest Campus (Bldg A A322)
CRN: 15463
Class day: Thursdays, 6:30-9:10pm
Credits: 3

Instructor: Shelly Taylor

Shelly Taylor is the author of two chapbooks: Peaches the Yes-Girl (Portable Press at YoYo Labs, 2008) and Land Wide to Get a Hold Lost In (Dancing Girl Press, 2009). Black-Eyed Heifer, her first full-length manuscript, was published May 2010 from Tarpaulin Sky Press and was named one of the top 30 poetry books of 2010 by Coldfront Magazine.

Black-Eyed Heifer is also filled with a rural kind of dark wisdom—the kind of living some of us have forgotten, the kind with "Brown lawns, tumbleweed in the nosegay handle" where "the windows are boarded up" and a "Big truck hums the way a fine diesel should." This is the new geography and language of Yoknapatawpha County; in Taylor's pages the words slowly grow over you like kudzu. Slowly, but inevitably, they overtake the soil, the roads, the train tracks, your whole country.
– review by John Findura in H.O.W. Journal, March 2011

tues / breakfast of champions / these are ghost town rushes all these thoughts of fairer weather -i.g.

i have had mangoes coming out of my ears here lately. all over my porch. on the walkway. yesterday i saw on 'stay at stove dad' blog a recipe for something called a mango lassi & so this morning i made my own spin.

good strong mexi coffee in granny taylor's old china.

mango lassi:

2 mangoes
1 banana
agave nectar
lots of yogurt
almond milk splashes
couple mini ice cubes
+ one tropical flower from the yard for decor = paradise breakfast of champs

Monday, June 6, 2011

mon / ran across this video of me & cammy li & about cried some tears

hotnesses! photo taken by jake levine last june in nyc before stain series reading in bklyn. me & cammy li.

Girls Write Now picked my mentoree Cammy Li & myself to do this spotlight w/ Voice of America back in 2008 in NYC. I was 26 yrs old & Cammy was still in high school. My sister Cammy just finished her 3rd year at the New School: yay! Jia you!

mon / overcast key west ready for rain!

last nite i watched & watched true blood season 3 & made a 5 hr pasta sauce. [& i wrote between episodes. poetry fodder goodness on the tropics backporch.] now that i only have like 4 episodes left i dont want to watch it anymore b/c i dont want to be done with it already. i lurve true blood. & poetry on the backporch. i found a bottle of wine in town called 'tres rios' RED SPANISH WINE for 3 bucks a bottle--it's pretty much amazing. i have a fishmarket on caroline st right down from my house & a lil family market right down the road on fleming st. everything's right here. i rigged the backporch so that the lalabears can no longer scoot under the house & out on the street, much to their dismay.

just got back from lunch w/ past hemingway papa mr fred & his lovely mrs jean & also sweet mrs june. we went to azur: classy. i had seafood gazpacho & a frissee pear/date/gorgonzola salad. yurm. went to sloppy joes & rita had just hired a bartender the week before so it's nose to the grindstone as i need a lil something part-time this summer. mr fred says 'the cafe' right down the street has the best mussels he's ever had in his life so im going to head down there for dinner after awhile.

---------------poetry stuff--------------------------

im currently doing an interview w/ bill wetzel & he asked me for two folks to give a statement on me/my writing. i asked my mija mara v of course & then half my poetry heart, gordon massman. i adore gordon. here's what he had to say:

Shelly Taylor is the real deal, the genuine article; she stands, I believe, in contrast to materialist/literary/intellectual conformity which wants to enslave all peoples. Shelly’s constitution just resists such designs on her body and soul and, therefore, she suffers. Like her compatriots in authentic rebellion—artists, poets, musicians, philosophers-- she is neither wealthy nor secure. Her future mirage-wavers before her eyes and all too often evaporates at her grasp. She prefers children to adults, animals to children, and baby animals to grown-up animals, for fine-grained reasons. She’s bared her heart to idiots, assassins, pyromaniacs, and fools. Who hasn’t? From my thirty year seniority, I love Shelly as I love a hillside of wildflowers. Sure, booted humans crush some of her, but they’ll never crush her all. Well, I’ll just leave it there. I don’t actually know her very well.

Life is a LP album and Shelly knows how to lift the player arm off the awful grooves and replace it on the beautiful, thereby creating a sumptuous symphony. One just feels in her brilliant compositions that she includes in a satisfying way only movements that matter, and in so doing is a virtuoso. Such noise in the world and here in her book is the music within the noise. Thank heaven for writers like Shelly Taylor who mute for humankind the background chatter and noise of distraction while concentrating and memorializing what matters. Shelly’s book, Black-Eyed Heifer, beautifully produced by Christian Peet at Tarpaulin Sky Press, elicits the response , there’s a magician at work and inspiring the question, how did she do it?


i'd like it to rain. havent seen rain in months & months & months...

Sunday, June 5, 2011

hallo june / key west / happy

my computer broke down, spent the nite in a key west computer shop, but now all is well, thank goodness. computer is fast now. wow.

i heart key west. i live on elizabeth st. 6 houses down from where james merrill wrote glorious key west poems.

mangos fall on my porch. it's tropical. ive cooked a multitude of fresh fish, ive gone out like a bandit, & am already bronze-ish. my home is lovely. the cats are at home. more to come!