new
journal up... to begin june... finally.... mostly pictures
from yesterday
posted at
5:00 PM
at the book fair... nice day... big crowd...

posted at
9:50 PM
Free
Sample... some choice(s)... an extravagant list...
posted
at 9:38 PM
i got close to this rose because the
rest of the garden is... so far... unremarkable... the other roses
are all pink and out of focus... and i need the names of two other
plants whose names i've lost... but here's a rose...

posted at
7:56 PM
o... cut out the nightshade this morning...
after hosing the driveway clean of grass cuttings... which were
feared would be tracked into the house by a large crowd this evening...
after we walked this morning
posted
at 10:57 AM
from the
Silliman
profile at ChicagoPostmodernPoetry...
1) How do you form a poem?
I tend to stalk poems. I make
notes, think, read books, think some more, take notes, make sketches,
count, tear pages up, fret, have dreams, even nightmares, for
as much as a year before I actually begin writing the poem.i should try it this way for a
couple years...
i go the other
way... a passive way... every day... which is so typical and unmanly...
let myself be stalked, jumped, mugged... sometimes... but never
really bludgeoned bruised... usually the pome is a little plucked
weed i kick out of the way... none of these little things know
what they are or their place...
posted
at 10:45 AM
when i left at two the yearbook was nearly
done. so i guess this is summer. my room was cleaning when i got
home and smelling like bleach. poor cat. so i planted a gift of
creeping
blue phlox... and found that someone had weeded my barely
sprouting primroses away. most cannot tell a weed from a flower.
one person's flower is another's weed. we know this. but maybe
they didn't get all the primrose roots. we'll see... at least
i always called them "primrose" but they looked almost
nothing like
these... just plain pink.
posted
at 3:39 PM
check out the aptly named Earthly Delights
at
Paula's House
of Toast... i've got my very own personal clump of b.s. nightshade
busting up through the evergreen right next to my garage door...
need to go make a picture of it... right now
posted
at 2:17 PM
pretty nice day... until this cloud rolled
in...

posted at
4:42 PM
shot the moon the other night...

posted at
1:42 PM
passed the morning with the yearbook
group... mostly proofing the proofs... and finding lots of problems...
and fixing most... this is my last year with the yearbook
posted at 1:27 PM
so it's funny i saw J Ashbery reading
"This Room" in that movie this morning because the other
day i saw J Ashbery reading "This Room" in a film by
Caveh Zahedi
called
In the Bathtub of the World... must be a sign of
imminent anthology status for "This Room"... it's a
cute poem... maybe i wish i'd written it... in both films J. A.
looks like he's having an especially bad moment... and i love
him for that...
posted at
2:07 PM
caught on
SUNDANCE
CHANNEL... a nice static piece... á la Frank and Hopper,
as noted... with J Ashbery reading "This Room"... which
is funny... because
NEW
SCENES FROM AMERICA
directed by Jorgen Leth
YEAR
2003
35 MINS, Color
Appeared at the 2003 Sundance Film Festival Inspired
by Edward Hopper's paintings and the photographs of Robert Frank,
Danish filmmaker Jorgen Leth and cinematographer Dan Holmberg
present a group of cinematic postcards celebrating America in
all its eccentric individuality. Shot in New York, Texas, New
Mexico, Colorado, Arizona and California, these poetic snapshots
feature minimalist portraits of the filmmakers' personal heroes
- actor Dennis Hopper, poet John Ashbery and documentarian Albert
Maysles - as well as evocative images of endless highways, roadside
diners and remote motels. TVGposted
at 1:56 PM