somedays/sauna

My you is you

Oh, you know

ghost road

above

I probably owe you something

via friedamaria

A share-for-all

The first minute & 4 seconds of this. & then at 3:45.

Credit

Neon

From Blue Velvet to Talking Heads to David Neevel to fffound to Tracey Emin.

Let me just come back to you

without any explanations.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Major Lazer "Pon De Floor" from Eric Wareheim on Vimeo.

Srsly.

My love will turn you on.

I haven't been very good at internetting lately (instead: traveling, entertaining, adoring, reading) but I would feel like a fool if I didn't mention that Read Write Poem's Virtual Book tour of my Blood Pudding Press chapbook, At night: the dead began today!

Head on over to readwritepoem.org to see the whole schedule & stop by Julie Jordan Scott's website to see the first review.

Joy!

I'll do anything to be happy

Happy Birthday.

Word v. Image

For a while now, I haven't been able to scan any Polaroids, because my (not that) old scanner hates my new computer. A little while ago I dropped my (quite old) camera & now there's no way to share any images with you at all. This makes me sad, as I don't always want to say a thing -- sometimes I just want to have something to give you.

A remedy, soon, I'm sure.

From the last Blood Pudding Update:

The most recent single-writer project, At night, the dead: by Lisa Ciccarello has been selected for the very first Virtual Book Tour hosted by the new & improved Read Write Poem site. As part of this exciting feature, various individuals will review and otherwise talk about the book on their blogs between August 27 and September 22. Find out a little more here and stay tuned for further details and conversations:

http://readwritepoem.org/blog/2009/07/27/join-read-write-poems-first-virtual-book-tour/

Exciting!

Computer hiatus

Guests, new job, heatwave. But beautiful things are going on & I'm going to reveal them to you.

Slowly.

Das Model

{Wampire's Kraftwerk cover}

I've been humming this song to myself since last night when they played at our insane double birthday extravaganza. I like Kraftwerk, but I think this is even better than the original.

The video isn't great: forgive me. It was dark, my camera's pretty old & while they played I was having a little jam. A little sangria/shiraz/hibiscus gin lemonade fueled jam. Whoa.

What happened before the beginning/Always I turn to people

For the past two days I've eaten through all the Hawking videos on the beginning of the universe & time & black holes & the theory of everything. I'm'a work through his physics colloquia next.

That man. I love to hear him say God in his amazing Tron voice.

The morning I have before everyone else:

Everything that happens in this space is art

{via haw-lin}

Amounts

Not very brave

I can't look at you when I say what I have to say

{probably the sweetest picture anyone's ever taken of me}

The reading was amazing & I'm so grateful to everyone who came & especially stoked on those who surprised me by being there. The cupcakes were devoured, one chapbook was sold & I dealt with the sound of my voice through a speaker. (Speaking of, last night I learned that speakers & microphones work off of the same technology, just reversed & you can turn any speaker into a microphone. This blew my head up & if I ever sang a thing I'd definitely do it into a speaker.) I think my reading skills could be VASTLY improved by making eye contact. Even if it's like fake looking up at nothing in particular eye contact. Lesson learned.

A while back I blogged about the travails of being an extra in a Starfucker video. I'm not sure when this was released, but I just found it. I think my favorite parts are the crowd shoe scans. You can tell this was filmed quite a while ago, because there are no boat shoes, only neon Onitsuka's. They had even filmed a bunch of people walking down the length of the club, which apparently ended up being unnecessary to the plot(?). The video doesn't make any more sense than when they explained the concept -- when they're them, they're not popular, but as they turn into old ladies (family! seeing them interact was SO adorable!) they become more popular & then they become young hot ladies & are their own fans? Um, ya. Anyway, the video (at some point I'm in there, possibly having a granny jam or something, but little buddy didn't make the cut, which is bad, bc he had some sweet dance moves):

Turning poetry into a pal party

Tonight I'm reading along with Emily Kendall Frey at the third installment of Jamalieh Haley & Donald Dunbar's If Not for Kidnap Poetry reading series. There's always snacks & beer & wine & some variety of vegan cupcake from me, but this time it will be better than before because there will be many of those same things but also paintings & also the cupcakes will be mini cupcakes, so you can eat a whole bunch of them. You will want to eat a whole bunch of them because I am experimenting with a vegan mint chocolate disk at the bottom of some & my best attempt at the Beaverton Bakeries frosting on others (NOT vegan!) There will also be a few of my At night, the dead: chapbooks for sale, ribbon bound by Juliet Cook & with gorgeous artwork by Emma Trithart Brown. This one will also be better because all my best pals are going to be there making an umbrella of happiness over me while I say a bunch of the same dark words over & over again.

I also have poems up today at Mud Luscious, which John Madera (of the Chapbook Review) said were "beautifully rendered and aching, especially the final stanza/paragraph."

Score!

& then I die, because we all have to die.

How did I not know about this earlier? Here's a clip from seasons 1 & 2 of Isabella Rosselini's Green Porno series:

Season 1:


Season 2:



Also see: Why Vagina (Season 2). & all the rest.

If I had this cow

{via green city news}

I'd name him Bangs.

shut in

Dead: entering our dreams, the dead become inanimate objects: branches, teacups, door-handles. I wake and wish I could carry this clarity with me.

--Ilya Kaminsky

Our times goes (over)

Our girl house/What you are comes to you.

One runs out for brie & grapes while one puts on a Beach House record & reads to Emerson to me.

Who hears me, who understands me, becomes mine; a possession for all time.

Sometimes it all seems so plain.

Poeting

My chapbook from Blood Pudding Press is out! You can snag it over on etsy. Emma & Juliet did an amazing job & I couldn't be more excited about the whole thing.

I also have poems up right now at Otoliths, tinfoildresses (along with Lauren Eggert-Crowe), Robot Melon (along with Donald Dunbar & Andrew Lundwall), & Anti-.

Whoa!