For Mike Young, Forever Ago

Battle Toads

First you are a toad with incredibly
large fists on a planet of caves.

You only move to the left and
down in the shape of christmas.

And fall down. Cracks on his helmet
reveal what appears to be his brain.

I must defeat the dark queen
and her huge, powerful breasts

before her breasts (Medusa style),
or rat creatures, big teeth holes,

before they produce cattle-loads
of venom, hang-tenning, and

destroy all them caves. Is there
any justice in squashing Big

Blag with a fist? Is that it?
Please disable the friendly fire

one-fist KO option you goddamn
wartfeatures. Zits is dead now.

E-Chap Release: Elocutioneering

I just finished the final touches on my e-chap Elocutioneering. I made it today. I started at 9:30 and finished just now. Let me know what you think.

Most of my source materials came from Wikipedia, including articles on pupils, 10th grade, The Wizards of Waverly Place, Garfield, Alexander Graham Bell, Poetry, Elocution, and the water wheel. Although a lot of the first poem comes from first hand accounts of child birth (which are yucky, to say the least). This has been my best attempt at a kind of google collage, an exercise in theft. I've used other poet's poems, my own poems, diaries, articles and anything else I could find to make poems, while still injecting new writing of my own whenever I got the urge. I hope you enjoy it. It is dedicated to Ted Berrigan's ghost.

Elocutioneering (Pinch Pinch Press 2008)

I just found a pdf of Bad Poetry I'm in by googling my name (yes, we all do it). Read it.

Free E-Chapbook

Paul Siegell's e-chap JAM Here

I'm making one too. Hopefully it will be done by the end of the day. It's going to be my complete autobiography.

Reading room

Someone wrote about my story Gina here.

"The hot tub is too hot!"

Zach Galifianakis' Absolut Vodka ad featuring Tim & Eric

Follow Me

Spice XVI

Poet taste / and distortion
whistling in / bending
missing jars and legs
this yellow place / with toes
She sees hollow coal
Old man to split beaver
Hoping a line bends

All the pictures from my trip to Spain...

Here

I don't want to live here after November if McCain/Palin wins...

Some kind of awful

Nominated...

For Best of Net 2008 for my poem The Ghost Of Wells in Noo Journal.

Thanks Mike & Noo Journal.

Summer Listening

Conor Oberst - S/T
Motel Motel - Denver
Mount Eerie - Lost Wisdom
Jeff Hanson - Madame Owl
Ben Weaver - Axe in The Oak
A.A. Bondy - American Hearts
David Byrne & Brian Eno - Everything That Happens Will Happen Today
Castanets - Tendrils
Pulp - Different Classes & This Is Hardcore
Bonnie "Prince" Billy - Is It The Sea?
Okkervil River - The Stand-Ins
Chad VanGaalen - Soft Airplane
TV On The Radio - Dear Science,
Califone - Heron King Blues
Department of Eagle - In Ear Park
Kings Of Leon - Only By The Night
Micah P. Hinson - Micah P. Hinson & The Opera Circuit
Ben Weaver - The Ax In The Oak

Books I got in the mail while I was gone...

From the wonderful Jack Morgan:

Joseph Massey - Out Of Light
Jake Kennedy - Hazard
Tyler Carter - New Place

&

from the good people @ SPD books (if you give them a poem, to use for their promotional whatevers, you get ANY book they have in stock free):

Benjamin Friedlander - The Missing Occasion of Saying Yes


It's so nice to be back!

Spice XV

Helen's mother / twisted
spittle cupped eyelashes
her lips crust in infinite
songs / secret caches of
disease / such windows drink
night bugs / hospital tiles
with gaps / fingers apart

New Mountain Goats Track @ PITCHFORK

Plus 2 new EPs!! What's not to like about an EP with a title like Satanic Messiah? And listen to Thank You Mario But Our Princess Is In Another Castle off the second EP Black Pear Tree.

Francisco Goya

GOYA

goya?

...

Spice XIV

a palace & nine shafts
of thunder / some puddles
of blood & Helen holding
a leper like cornets
in flight with one another /
three women in motion /
red and blue everywhere

He's Back

Spice XIII

Almost Helen in a cold frozen
tide / maybe draped purple /
like teenage drum solos
not dripping in so many
pieces of complete light /
soft vials of old
comfortable blankets / stable

I saw this painting in Madrid and I really liked it. Does anybody else like Goya? Do you know any good books about him and/or his art?

"This is What Jesus Would Do"

I want to have lots of readings in Ashland this year.

If you want to read poetry in front of an audience I can make this happen for you.

Email me.

I want to have house readings with beer and friends. So people can just relax and enjoy poetry and talk to one another.

And readings on campus. I want to trick people into coming to poetry events and then trick them into liking it.

I want to get my shit together and finish all the chapbooks I've started. BLAH.

If anyone wants to publish my chapbooks they should email me.

I have an Ezra Pound one called Canto, For Saxophone.
A Gertrude Stein one A Brutal Crib.
A Barret Watten one called Reduction.
One I wrote last spring break which is really small called The Horner In Fleet With Dust.
This could be a section of a larger book. I have some other poems and large sections of writing just sitting around. Like my Spice poems. Those are pretty good. These could all be put together to make a book instead of chapbooks. Maybe I'll just publish them myself. It's hard. I'm bad with design. Maybe I'll just print them out on regular 8 1/2 X 11 paper and staple it and give it to my friends and mail it to poets I like with a note that says, "publish my poems or I'll send bears to burn down your family."

I want to be so fucking productive this fall.

Barcelona Has Nice Sand

Now we sever this.
Our hours slept through the hottest part.

So we came down off the lift, people barely even speak in this deep of sand, and now we have pictures of it all, so come off, sit around, be gentle with the people who cough and crouch.

If the man can sell doughnuts let him, he is a dance we all knew and a triangle ringing off somewhere.
Even notes stuck in a cornet, a man can be bent in stick formation, like maybe I knew him.
I can still forget it: more vegatables, distilled water, the wet sand, crumbs, brown, two beds made one, the word for "to hug."

Shit can be found anywhere, the city has traces of it down blocks and near churches.
I might of shit there once, but I was never looking.