Sunday, January 5, 2014

Lada Samara

I was looking up my name, and everyone knows it is the nightmare of anyone to have a car named after you;

because it will invariably be a very very shitty car. Unless your name is Mercedes, in which case your name is terrible but you can say there is a nice car with the same name...(although everyone already knows that. That's precisely why your name is so silly.)

So I found a car with my name sake and it was 


very shitty.

Also, this is a Soviet Russian car...which just sort of adds to the whole thing

Also my name means DIRTY TALK?! (I'm not even gonna get into that right now.)

Monday, December 3, 2012

Hello Goodbye

Oh hello,
and goodbye again.
For a while.

I'll be away for a year,
making art, travelling,
roaming, laughing, driving,
driving, driving, driving,
meeting people, etc.

Goodbye, goodbye;
but not for so long.

You can check up on me
on my new site:

But for now:
(Here's my website that looks shitty right now

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Jack Gilbert is dead &

Roman Ond├ík’s room of heights

I thought for a brief moment that this was a wall with people who have died, which I thought maybe had Jack Gilbert and now I'm sad that Jack Gilbert's name isn't written on a wall somewhere with his death date written on it that isn't a gravestone because there's something not holy enough about a stone next to an impermanent wall, that will one day be washed away with our names on a slab and replaced with someone new. It seems all together more fitting, I think, at least for a poet. Maybe I'll do that one day.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Things you buy that aren't things

I'm looking at a belt I bought on a pair of shorts in China Town, and in the end I don't think I really wanted them, but the woman was so sweet. And when I was trying them on she told my mom, "You have two older boys? Boy, boy, girl. That's good luck!" and I always think about that & I'm remembering that now. And I'm just thinking I probably would have paid her 12 bucks to feel like we were lucky and worry a little less. This happens a lot. One night me & lexi were staying out really late, doing what? I don't remember but we had some of the greatest conversations, walking home, sitting on the steps of the whiskey bar, sneaking into school to talk out of windows, and I was sure that it would be more fun if I was half sitting in mine, her talking to my dangling legs-- but it wasn't and then my pelvis hurt. The bartender called us a cab and hated us for drinking lavender tea and we sat, now on the steps talking about everything, took the cab to our houses, but it was a lot more than a ride, because we talked about about life and work and fear and family and even death. We got life lessons from that cab driver, sometimes you do.

Sunday, October 14, 2012


It's very much a Kenneth Koch kind of day.

Listened to him in the morning (again) from the the listening booth,

I just really love listening to poetry...

I don't remember who or what exactly, it was something like
"Poetry is meant to live on the breath, to be read and heard."

No sleep

It's not just the Beatles but that's all I'm showing you I suppose

Making it a point to creep myself out tonight. not on purpose of course, but God, am I doing a good fucking job.
I defy anyone to watch this video and sleep. Like a fucking brilliant commenter said,
"Feel like i just survived an Exorcism"

--update about an hour later delving farther into the nightmare abyss.

....god damn it. I really just feel like crawling into fetal and crying right about now