Monday, August 2, 2010

Get my new album!


That's right, my band, Good Evening, has just released our debut album, In Public. Please check it out at http://goodevening.bandcamp.com and then buy it! You'll get the 13th track when you download the album.
Thanks for your support!

Produced by Max Glascott, Cover Photo by Marta Sasinowska, Design by Bartek Karas

Sunday, July 18, 2010

The Bee

I left him
where he fell on the bedroom floor,
for although he was no longer
alive, in death his fullness
preserved, startling to the sight.

I wondered how he’d hid away
in my bag, unnoticed and died
there, untouched. I sat on my bed,
how am I to murder this already resting thing?

Swiftly tissue covers-
I am sorry to disturb you.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Ardent yet remote

Ardent yet remote,
The early months
Like the base of a wedge
Ascending;

There is immense pressure upon us.


Can this be tested,
And how firstly

Overlapping the lights
Becoming more like light.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

I feel like a bad person

but then read these for a moment and feel a little better.
http://www.theliftedbrow.com/?p=362

Or at least that someone else feels the same way. 

Friday, January 22, 2010

coffee sweet to the bitter mouth

coffee sweet to the bitter mouth
in the morning when sleep still
sleeps bitter inside.

a book moves with me in, about the room.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Friday, January 15, 2010

Illiterate Progenitor @ The New Yorker

The rest of the poem by Mary Karr is interesting enough, but I think it could be cut down to this last ardently genuine stanza;


He took his smoke unfiltered, milk unskimmed.
       He liked his steaks marbled, fatback on mustard greens,
              onions eaten like apples, split turnips dipped
                     into rock salt, hot-pepper vinegar on black beans.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

so that equals this

I am/
       part of a public timeline
I am/
       telling something about myself
I am/

I am/
       divided between

over shortcomings. crude.

      /
       lost within a metered vast pocket.
heat goes on. numbers were always
a concept now create.










   what.smells.

potatoes.

   what. projects.

cold stilted air.

   what.repeats.

"I have not seen you in a long time."

days, circles.
weeks are spirals.
the bigger units yet TBD.

something.smells.
an inquiry. how
that air penetrates
these walls not
as cold as
outside but decidedly. near.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Excerpt from "Divide Yourself /unevenly"

Ended up being the same person just years apart.
Do these personality traits cause sameness?
Are they separate or

The literal sensation of walking backwards
gave way to a more poetic thought
of walking backwards/ But I dismiss it;
This is no metaphor.

Men. Women. Unfinished projects.

Restless intestines. It's pretty cold in here.

It's an apparatus/ to connect/
the female and male ends of the/ system/
it's a/ walk down the newly salted stair/
it's/ a/ forgetting if it was high school or college/
it's/ getting somewhere. is this me?

To momentarily divide the self: we'll take
the present moment. This is one.
Now, any speculation on previous action,
the actions this self has occurred,
two. Looking at oneself. I can see my face.
I can literally see it, just a glance
of the profile, but enough to prove that
that was me. It was me looking at me
And thus born second chances.


Photographs relate to moments.
Movements are measured in displaced time.
Reverse this.
Time displaced in measure are movements.
Cradles within houses.
Subtropic houses my father may have grown up in.
Movies. (This is it) Movies. Smells.
Smells that I cannot stand.



And this, interestingly enough (you may not find why this is case calls for "interestingly" or you may see the reason and not find it in your heart mind to agree, or you may understand and agree) this is where I began my second book. Now.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

what can be said.

blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah-blah blah blag blah blahblah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blab blabh blah blahb lbahb blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blahb blja blah blahb blah blah blah blaj blha blha blhah there was a small book that i wrote once where i stole everything i wrote in it. or similarly the things i wrote on my own were um nonsense. this will happen again soon i hope. soon. blah haha blah blah blah blahb lah blah blah blah lbah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah bla blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blahb blah blah blah blahrapblahblrablarbblablahblah.











and for everyone there are more words.
there are even more. etc. etc.