typewriter animal

for sappho

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 06:07:06 -0700

"eros shook my

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 05:23:29 -0700

the punk poets were a bunch

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 02:33:12 -0700

Photo

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 00:03:27 -0700

sunset from the rock

Sat, 09 Mar 2013 04:37:15 -0800

sunset from the rock

Photo

Sat, 09 Mar 2013 04:29:30 -0800

whatever can go wrong does. so long new york ;)

Sun, 11 Nov 2012 14:21:31 -0800

whatever can go wrong does. so long new york ;)

salmonberries in the mall parking lot. ripe! pesticide free?...

Fri, 03 Aug 2012 12:59:08 -0700

salmonberries in the mall parking lot. ripe! pesticide free? probably not… (Taken with Instagram)

california eviscera

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 02:36:00 -0700

i. needles

slurping the baked bean

juice from a spoon

out a cold can, leaning

against

the façade

of this grocer

just across the border

into california.

i must look a mixture

of hipster

and a homeless person.

david bowie

plays intermittently

as the doors vacillate

between openness

and closure

and the overeager children

bite their ice

creams next to me

in this desert.

ii. los detectives salvajes

it wasn’t until i parked

by the truck stop

beyond the forest

north of l.a.

sitting in the driver’s seat

wrapped in a

paraguayan variation – i don’t know

the proper name – of a poncho

staring at that one

bright star

over the stream

of trucks in the night

that i realized

i want to be a mexican poet in the 1970s

but i speak no spanish

and i’m anglo

and time travel doesn’t exist

yet.

iii.

nothing closer

or colder

than the pacific –

nothing

cloudier

than san francisco.

but the sand is warm

and the sand is warming.

tho i am not from here

the low glide and

cry of the sea

and the gulls

smell as wonderful

as any home.

who cares if

there is dehydrated dog

shit all over this beach.

my feet dry in the grey

grains, seconds

after they wet

in the salt

water. farther up

the beach

closer

to the cars

the sand rubs off

and my denim jacket

cuts the breeze.

iv. red fire hydrant

it’s funny –

these clouds

this fog

cindy sherman in senoma

i mean the sfmoma

baggage drop off, bright

red fire hydrant

the sand and ash

in the tray next to the water-

front benches

upon which we

eat gluten-free

bread, spread

with cashew butter

there is a limit to this

something but this

is not it.

this limits something, itself, but is,

in itself, not it.

this is it, this is something, this is the limit

of itself.

there is a limitation and this is it. this

is in something finite.

vi.

this isn’t

an argument

what is

the definition

of what

we do

who writes

about it

no one

is counting

no one

exists more

surely no

one lies

no nest

(

one misses

the beginning

)

of nothing

made scarce

or worse

theses on jack spicer

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 02:27:51 -0700

theses on jack spicer

“do not destroy” (Taken with Instagram)

Sat, 28 Jul 2012 14:41:06 -0700

“do not destroy” (Taken with Instagram)

Taken with Instagram

Thu, 26 Jul 2012 09:22:01 -0700

Taken with Instagram

“i drink to keep the tigers away”

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 22:00:26 -0700

“i drink to keep the tigers away”

what’s with this zoomorphic baby doll? (Taken with...

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 20:47:46 -0700

what’s with this zoomorphic baby doll? (Taken with Instagram)

Taken with Instagram

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 09:45:17 -0700

Taken with Instagram

Video

Sun, 10 Jun 2012 09:57:46 -0700

"In popular culture and commerce, “banana” usually refers to soft, sweet..."

Mon, 26 Sep 2011 10:52:13 -0700

“In popular culture and commerce, “banana” usually refers to soft, sweet “dessert” bananas. By contrast, Musa cultivars with firmer, starchier fruit are called plantains or “cooking bananas”. The distinction is purely arbitrary and the terms ‘plantain’ and ‘banana’ are sometimes interchangeable depending on their usage.”

- Banana, Wikipedia

aping

Mon, 11 Jul 2011 12:31:00 -0700

arc of the arch, twin

pedestal

rise, rise, riser

& ape of no small memory

begin a story

end with a period

of rest

whats best for delusion

sun

light or truth

its been no small mistake

to confuse the two

arc of arch, twin pedestal

rise, risers

us apes of no

small memory

guilt, god

of discomfort

go, will you

we pray

light, truth

to guilt

& hope

for some sort of tension

of what

scholar of animals

Mon, 11 Jul 2011 09:25:00 -0700

A scholar discovers the animal in books much like columbus discovers america, in motion toward that which he does not know, that which is unknowable, for him especially, but already familiar to many. In other words, not at all, though this will not stop him from trying.

This discovery of the animal, made by this bespectacled homo sapien — the scholar — is made as one discovers the next page in a book, already read by others, hidden by what they’re looking at in that very moment, vaguely aware of it’s specific existence — faithful, in point of fact, to this belief in being — always striven towards & impossible to be arrived at, a tome of infinite pages, where this page always hides the other behind it, no matter how far is read. The animal is only uncovered when the infinity of pages is abandoned — perhaps not forever. Even then, we would not dare not use this word, “uncovered,” for the animal is by definition bare.

i sniff, therefore, i am

Thu, 03 Mar 2011 08:47:44 -0800

i sniff, therefore, i am