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Small talk January 5, 2010: "Ah, day by swift malignant day / A window full of ancient things, and while / Forth from din, I wave the visible world away"... The outsider takes the hit, to let the insider in, I'm a door-prize for the angry bouncer with terrapin shades, faking my way through the in-crowd with pad in hand, it's the end of the decade and I'm downtown, at a [...] by

The one thing December 31, 2009: "The poet has only one thing to write, and does so for the lifespan of the poet, the one thing is—the writing," lines from a poem of mine on Flaubert. A timely reference for my year-end summation coming through filters of my own divination—the weight of a cycle's return, adding volume to a prophesy already laid bare. So when I got laid off [...] by

Trampoline=Po√2 December 21, 2009: The trajectory of this year's poetry bathing has taken me from total immersion to arid heave. Since moving two years ago, from the molten core of the globe's poetry universe to the rarefied air upstate of poema non grata...I've seen my lilliputian waveform flicker on life support. Watching benignly, like one of those marshmallow cherubs observing [...] by

Exercise on a color December 16, 2009: The woman steps over a crack while holding her morning coffee. The mom wants her boy to use a darker crayon. The drawing will be there if she can see it. The fog is a finger stroke over the river. The people want the doors in front of them to open. The sausage machine appears in the movie. The metaphor is the machine. The man watches his coat [...] by

Found text #2: Because I can… December 14, 2009: jd >> fact that it is my edited selection of words. What is writing besides >> picking out words and putting them together in a frame? If I'm picking >> the frame and the words and putting them together, it's my writing. If Weird - I am working on a piece about Dara Wier starting from the artificial but useful [...] by

Found text #1: Life just got life-ier… December 9, 2009: This is a 2-part (or multi-part, considering the amount of territory to cover) discussion about interior monologues and found-text as resource. Posed as a series of questions to writers whose work is rooted in the rearranging of found (web-specific) content. I'm interested in the value of ownership, where does the world you're in settle into your [...] by

Here away from there… November 26, 2009: my likely set of eyes, hovering flotsam over gene pool. just checking on my connection. whether that needs some juice or maybe a bit of interference. overseas on a trip for my day job. the scattered eloquent float along their snaked catchery. did you ever wonder how day jobs make you focus on the mirror you use to catch your droppings. better yet, [...] by

Señor Smith to you. November 19, 2009: Write what you know. But I don't know! The floor creaks when I walk up the steps, even when I'm not there. I am facing a national personality triage. The nation is not america but poesie, the personality is not body but name. A doppleganged fissure prancing out of my comfort hook has been going around town, claiming swoon and swag, as my [...] by

To Vaya in the Viva of Time November 15, 2009:   The crowd arrives in a burst of flashlights and tango. The ears primed for tin can cantatas. The white-dressed flamenceros waltzing with the cubists. The anti-history mechanics arriving with sheepskin mandelas. El Museo Del Barrio, on the north end of Fifth Avenue's Museum Mile, is an orange and green sherbert in glass light, hosting [...] by

Buffer Zone Galactica November 6, 2009: Reading with Will Alexander at the Poetry Project recently was a fabulous experience. One of the layers I walked away with was his between-poem chatter-as-parable. I'm more from the camp of letting the work explain what it has to, so I almost never say a word between each piece—the entire reading being one performance—the weave of narrative / [...] by