Barcelona is Humid

hero.
There was none
of the xenophobic
antagonism

one might have array
of financial
techniques, hoping
for a modest
but steady return.

Steinhardt Partners, Julia Roberts
of Tiger Fund, and Leon
Coopermanshort-term investments
, that is,
those held for less
than three months.
awful lot of money. It makes George Soross
$10 billion position
relativelyWriting
in the Quantum
Funds Twentieth
Annual Report, covering

I Cannot Exist

I'm in the new issue of Cannot Exist, which comes out next week, sitting proudly next to Mark Cunningham, Carrie Etter, Lawrence Giffin, William Gillespie, Kevin Killian, Mark Lamoureux, Bonnie Jean Michalski, Sheila E. Murphy, Andy Nicholson and Dirk Stratton.

Buy a copy when it comes out. Buy old issues. Support!

Also: isn't McCain's running mate terrifying! It's like Ted Nugent and Ann Coulter had a baby under the blood moon. And she kind of looks like Tina Fey's evil step-mom.

Would They Really Want To Publish My Book?...

Mr. Burford:

Hello. My name is Claire and I work for the Irene Goodman Literary Agency in New York. We're expanding our client base to include literary/humorous fiction and we loved your piece in Pindleydboz we wanted to invite you to query us if you had any full-length work (novel or full-length non-fiction you have completed.)

You can email a query to this email, ATTN: CLAIRE; put PINDLE in the title.

Thanks for your time.

Regards,

Claire
Agents' Assistant


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The Irene Goodman Literary Agency
80 Fifth Avenue
Suite 1101
New York, NY 10011

more from spain

this again, the language of laying in, two broken loaves, the spicing of cured meats, an old folk made meticulous again, now we have two homes, two kinds of toes touching toes, infecting the kind of melody tortured out of us, recently the chaos lay in grass...

choke grass
shut volumes of silence
tripped wires and melee
hammer off the real work
make the real work stick
make the horror of blood trustworthy
and the variable of humid air speaks

he goddamn never tried, and in a belated letter, to a variable, we often considered this to be a mistake of craft, the light hanging off the wall and reflecting, contemplating being fucked, whistled tunes and those ugly neon cherries, smoke told us something, but listening is such a disease, a triumph over the latter cross, the ancient bridge to just over there...

gone gone Michigan
after hours beach love
how gone that can be
hating yourself and being so cute

I could listen
I did once in a funeral
through a long hot tunnel
in a vast hole to the future
where my mother named me again
something stupid

A. A, Bondy

Backstage Sessions : AA Bondy - Black Rain, Black Rain from Hard to Find a Friend on Vimeo.

Mike Young: Folk-Morrisey

A great new story / essay by Mike Young at Nerve.

It Ain't Me, Babe

I was around for a lot of the stuff in this story (not the sexy parts). I even played in the show he mentions. I saw the tension.

Also, check your horoscope while you're there.

How Spain Begins To Hum Against You

they, they, they, they, were taken to the fortieth evacuation, up a long spout, down a rung, and now parted, the clap hands lay juggled before our low eyes, a single slash along an abdomen of paper is the same crying out into a bucket of old bolts, he could have handled a lingering chilled words and drapery, now fossils are built up to use holy vow cups, I've never see a wall so high or a birds throat so thick, part wings and begin to climb over a grand pile of sick, a brilliant carousel of balled up twine, notice how Our Uncle could drink without looking.

do not wash with the blood of princes, or some waylaid fixture of glass upon paper, can it say that now without parting, can it focus a limp into strides, can a promise of rain make is so, or do we fuck around with kitchen knobs, night vampires in amongst the tide and watchmaker goes to sleep like anyone else.

not so brilliantly, not so vagueless, not so Devil's Ring, in a vague street that calls out of a civil war ode.

sweet girl don't level igloos endlessly, don't tirade prophets in a gang-less line, know something sweeter with a tune like the humming and pitching of oars.

***part of something larger I'm working on.

...ironic?

In a statement at the White House, President George W Bush accused Russia of "bullying and intimidation", saying it was an unacceptable "way to conduct foreign policy in the 21st Century."

so....

about my writerly mother-fucking name change:

M. Alexander Burford

Maurice Burford

M.A. Burford

Maurice "Slippery Klondike" Burford

or regular old Alex Burford

please consider and decide for me!


update: I'm leaning towards Maurice.

Pindeldyboz

My Story GINA is up at Pindeldyboz right now!

Go read it, and everybody else in the new issue.

Thanks Pindeldyboz.

so many cool things happening on the internets and I don't feel like part of them

I'm staying in Oviedo, Spain until September 9th, studying Spanish at La Universidad de Oviedo. A lot of cool stuff is happening on the blog scene and I don't really feel like part of it. But it's fine. I'm in Spain. Fuck you.

So here is a list. Of cool stuff.

LM Rivera is tirelessly posting at Exit, pursued by a bear

K.S. Mohammad had a great post about Poetry (as) And Technology

Dodie Bellamy has a fucking blog!

Clay Banes, keeping it real

Angela Genusa is relentless (in a good way)

& Mike Young is popping up everywhere and has a cool reading coming up

When I get back to the states I'm going crack down and get back to blogging and writing regularly.

Lacey, Jess, & I are currently working on a summer poetry correspondence project, which will hopefully be available in print some time this fall (if I don't end up writing a bunch of unpublishable bullshit.)

photostream link

JESS AND ALEX DO ESPANA

new names

K. Mohammad thinks I publish under my christian name (Alex is my middle name for those that don't know me that well).

So compare:

Alex Burford

Maurice Burford...


any thoughts?

from the airplane

no sleep... it just keeps getting earlier (or later)... it stays day...T

Music For An Airplane Wheel

pieces of a varied compact or
some chords a host of leveling winds

as in our sister welcoming
doom with two arms tight

some believe this of music
and there was a depth to this
and an ogre mad of hot pink
leather

all the ghosts can live up here
where i will sell any beauty for
sleep

so the shortcomings of modern medicine

all ganglia arched and scrutinized
make modern tools like that
I dare you


The Famous Game Room
for Lacey

How she pictures wisdom can go
like some blank table riding a
kite and I thought pictures
of language, nude, stretched out
on long plastic chords, very tasteful
but no one drinks red when, and
I know what sign means it, and
some computer speaks it meaning
and withstanding vault after vault
of hurried feathers, tiny blue
boxes of felt and when held the
flower calms and blooms showing
its pubic hair in the public pool,
to children no less