Awesome tapes

Yesterday I was a little bewildered to find that most of the new music I've collected lately has come from Awesome Tapes from Africa. I just can't help myself -- so much of this stuff is so good & apparently anything from Morocco or Egypt just grabs me.

Dig through the archives & give a lot of it a listen!

words & hands

I've been editing poems like crazy lately & reached a breaking point today after a few hours where I just had step away from the computer & do something with my hands. I remembered this tutorial from Design*Sponge on found terrariums. I had an old pumpkin butter jar sitting around & my backyard is full of incidental plants.

I found a lot of moss (it is Portland, after all), ever-present oxalis, some mint (!) & what I think are wood violets. I like the results & the jar is now part of my growing kitchen windowsill garden. Since it was so simple, I think I'm going to try again soon with a larger jar.

Hi world/no word

Ryan Manning

makes videos. Promotional videos. For poems. He made a promotional video for my poems:


at night the dead
Uploaded by skyphone.

Whee!

but I shall not attempt a nice distinction,

for talents are privileges; privileges are talents....

You wake up with me

You wake up with me.

You wake up with me.

You wake up with me.

If I could draw a comic of today

one panel would be me standing before a lot of beautiful ranunculus, deciding not to spend 3.18 on two stems & the other would be me dancing at the back of a wig party.

Acting like art

Same baby, different house.

Today was the first day in a long time I sat down with writing. I mean making new poems & full-scale edits of existing poems. Today it hasn't dropped below 50 degrees & the sky is both cloudy & blue, yet it both snowed & hailed. I like to think these things are connected.

Today I realized that in writing I use a colon nearly exclusively for any sort of punctuation. Part of this is the difficulty of my pauses. Part of this is my need to make a single unbroken line. But you -- let it alone. Really.

I mean you leave it to me.

Today I ground up the funnel of my Moka pot in the insinkerator. Dismay.

Today I did not buy spray paint or weed my simple, lovely backyard. Neither did I nail a hook onto the back of a pale crate, or put up a chalkboard.

Today there was a pool of water under everything I touched. Ah.

Ah.

and yes my beauty!

Don't I love you no more?/

Lord, I do disappear.