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January 26th, 2008
01:11 pm
breaking apart, like those plywood airplanes you flew in the backyard when the warm days didn't remind you of ice caps.
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January 19th, 2008
08:31 am
always the falling dreams, ever since I was six. ever since I remember. always the same.
shitty streetlight at the end of my road, the one that flickered off white, above the empty church parking lot. always started the same; hovering above, just long enough to to set familiar scene, mood, long enough to mouth "I know this" and then, free-fall.
a plummet, an ecstatic plummet, concrete visible but still impossibly far away. I remember the awful quiet of it, silent street and no screams and how once I fell fast enough, I couldn't breathe. a lot of people have these dreams, but I didn't know that then. I just knew that once I fell asleep, I was going to start falling and there was nothing, NOTHING I could do and that right before the awful splatter, right before everything I was too young to dread the ground would black out and I'd be just above the same shitty streetlight, off-white enough to be unmistakable, hovering just long enough to know that I would be falling again and again until I resigned myself to it.
grew to love it.
grew to waitwaitwait and never,
never did I question why.
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May 9th, 2007
01:55 am
we don't have any, what you'd call, "smooth operators" here. just local heroes. you'd never notice them in one of the fashionable cities, no sir, they'd lose like stars against streetlights. emily has super big big blue eyes, and she's known enough soccer players to worry that they're the reason we all hang on her every word. trevor loves rod mckuen, horses, and new sneakers the way little boys love their own mother, shiny red fire engines, and new sneakers.
she paints her own bones as if to say, "look under your skin. we're both beautifully functional. stop making all that fuss over my stupid pretty face."
I know I'll never be more than just a birdwatcher here.
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January 12th, 2007
08:41 pm
if you want me, you can have me. on your cellphone. holding a shotgun.
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January 4th, 2007
11:19 am
I had a girlfriend who's mother looked me up on google. we hit it off exceedingly well, but halfway through our relationship she inexplicably soured on me. perhaps it was due to spambots linking my name with "Round and Brown Pussy", a site that truely describes itself.
also, according to imdb.com, I was a wardrobe consultant for a short film shot in northampton. my inner homo is getting more insistant every year.
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July 11th, 2006
07:33 pm - Attention : New York City
...where everyone will be my friend because I'm young and pretty.
I will be moving to you. Probably Brooklyn. Probably August 1st.
I need friends and a job.
I need you.
Hi.
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March 21st, 2006
08:22 pm
when you're submitting to def poetry jam, do they want a couple of poems that are in the 2-3 minute range, or do they want one VHS tape that doesn't go over 2-3 minutes?
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December 19th, 2005
04:48 pm - immediately after the speech, FOX cut to "Brawling Beer Bellies" on the Jerry Springer Show.
maybe its the infrequency with which they happen these days and maybe its the lack of sleep, but I have to say that was the most fascinating and human presidential address I've seen in quite a long time. even the dichotomy between the speech (which was pretty awful) and the unusually long interview portion (which was the strangest mix of emotions I've ever seen bush go through). at times he seemed slumped and defeated, at times almost childishly excited and optimistic, and at times simply frustrated and angry with a world that clearly didn't understand or agree with him. as an artist, what better palette can you ask for? and as an american, you should find a copy of it on the internet and watch it. because the text of the speech itself is as useless as any political speech; it says more about the speechwriter who's trying to keep his job than it does the person reading it. and the interview...well, depending what segments you copy-and-paste, the right wing analysts to hail it as his greatest triumph and the left wing analysts will hold it up as further proof that he's a tyrannical illiterate madman. and really, having some blogger tell you your opinion on something you didn't witness is poor form.
maybe I'll write something a little more coherent about it when I've made a pot of coffee, but probably I'll just stick to my policy of not discussing politics in overly public places.
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November 30th, 2005
October 31st, 2005
10:57 pm
make your move (now) I'm single.
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October 26th, 2005
03:57 am - December Tour
December 1st - Urbana, NYC
December 4th - Washington, DC
December 5th - Baltimore, MD
December 6th - Hang out in Delaware?
January 14th - Easthampton, MA
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You will notice there is an entire vacant month. This is for you to fill in. Think of it as an Ansel madlib. The idea is to get to Florida (yes, Tod, I'm talking to you) and back between 12.06 and 1.14.
See you (drunk) on the road.
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October 11th, 2005
03:49 pm
TONIGHT : Split feature with Aaron Enskat at Bistro Yoffi. 8pm, no cover, great food. Its my first feature in the Bay Area; come make me feel less foreign.
(upcoming shows - 10.17 at Brittania Arms in San Jose, 10.26 at the Berkeley slam)
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October 8th, 2005
02:02 am
for the record, I just got drunk-dialed.
by my mom.
what's up, role reversal.
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September 16th, 2005
11:54 pm - 09.16.05 - San Rafael
Sometimes, when you're performing, it is appropriate to omit certain poems or lines from your set. For example, if you're the Mighty Mike McGee, and you're giving a feature for, say, Mrs. Reilly's fourth graders, you might want save the line "I like you like muppets like fisting" for your next show.
Some other times, though, you're performing at a prestigious religious university like, say, Dominican. At a show thrown by the Black Student Union. And while reading a poem you wrote about your views on heaven, you carefully enunciate the line "Bob Marley and Jesus are passing a joint back and forth" for the devoted crowd of mostly Baptist co-eds. And the one girl giving you an enthusiastic thumb's up amid the sea of suddenly horrified faces is all you need to remind you how lucky you are to be able to do what you do.
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04:00 pm - 09.16.05 - San Rafael
San Rafael is where burnt-out rich people spend $2000 a month on rent to pretend that they're slumming it.
Yeah, I've been lazy about updating. Briefly, I'm in California now. Things are really good. Like, "h" to the "ella" good. I'm dead broke, but I have my own small slice of paradise. Sure, the building super is a cracked out Jerry Garcia lookalike named Fritz who grows pot on the roof. And sure, my bed is a comforter and a few pillows laid out on the floor at the foot of Finn's bed in a cramped room with no windows. It's a very small slice, but it's still paradise. Every day is 70 degrees and cloudless, and the Starbucks I work at is built out over a small tributary of the bay.
upcoming shows -
9.16.05
Hurricane Katrina relief benefit at Dominican University
10.11.05
Bistro Yoffi - 2231 Chestnut St, San Francisco
10.17.05
San Jose slam - ???
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August 19th, 2005
07:58 pm - 08.19.05 - Albuquerque
the Ace Barbershop on 4th and Gold in downtown ABQ is by far the most hip hop establishment I've ever recieved a faux-hawk from. it's a room the size of a Manhattan efficiency apartment, with three utilitarian barber's chairs and the nicest set of turntables I've seen. the haircut took longer than expected because Master T, pictured above, kept taking breaks to scratch the newest Madlib album.
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August 16th, 2005
03:54 pm - 08.09.05 - Albuquerque
this is how I roll.
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July 6th, 2005
04:24 pm
when life hands you lacerations, there's nothing left to do but make art out of it. which is to say, yesterday's accidents are today's surgeries, and everything arterial that came gushing out like curious newborn cats has been carefully slipped back into the safe spaces beneath our skin. and today we'll smile at the stitches and tomorrow we'll try not to rip them out, and the only people in the operating room are close friends and family. which is to say, everyone is involved that should be, and if you aren't already, it probably isn't any of your business. here are some blankets and some statements. make of them what you will. just do it elsewhere. we're all tired.
besides. today is national fried chicken day.
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March 5th, 2005
04:40 pm
you were always the prettiest baby.
I miss you like a favorite song.
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December 10th, 2004
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