Aug 31, 2010

Aug 26, 2010

Belts!

Max and I are yellow belts!

Aug 24, 2010

Haiku

Lighting struck my house.
Shit burned out. A sizzle flash.
What I love is you.

Aug 7, 2010

A Thing Up

I've got a thing up here, at Ships that Pass. Mine is called "You Drove Me Crazy."

Aug 3, 2010

Too Hard

Sometimes I don't even want to live. It's just too hard.

Aug 2, 2010

Blogging

It's hard to blog!

Jul 14, 2010

"the best part of my day"

This is a movie by my former student and good movie guy, Ben. Watch this movie, you'll like it. Then, follow the linky things and find your way to the page where you can donate money for his new project. Become a Movie Producer!

Jun 22, 2010

Something I Read: Father's Day


Something I Get: Father's Day

Because, when returning from Denver, in the Denver airport, I realized I'd not bought the kids any sort of memento, I got Max a luggage lock at the airport. He's had lots of fun with it. The idea of the combination code is very appealing to him. So he got this one for me.

Jun 14, 2010

The Question

Not only has Mr. Davis dispensed with meter and rhyme, but his prose also does away with alliteration, assonance, consonance, dissonance, euphony or any form of syllabic cadence that one might identify with prose poetry. This drastic deparature from the conventional might remind us of a great poet who once did the same, Walt Whitman.
---Mark Kerstetter, from a review of Poetry! Poetry! Poetry! at Escape Into Life

What then, exactly, makes this poetry? I'm not saying the work isn't enjoyable or well-crafted, but I don't see how they qualify as poems. (And the comparison to Whitman is a real stretch.)
---Joseph A., in response to above review


Jun 9, 2010

Feeling Some Love

Review of Poetry! Poetry! Poetry! at Escape Into Life
Mark Kerstetter writes me a poem
Review of Poetry! Poetry! Poetry! from Benjamin Dewhurst
New poems at The Nepotist

Jun 7, 2010

Jun 5, 2010

Two Dislocations

Dislocated Shoulder Worm
Dislocated Human Bird

Jun 1, 2010

May 29, 2010

Noticed Stuff

My daughter is inventing her own language and she walks around
going "oakka dopea whoe ee coo con." And I know she gets it from
me. I mean, I don't hardly speak unless I'm saying nothing. Like,
now. It just blows.

May 21, 2010

#1

The ultimate artistic put-down isn't "that's bad" it's "that's not even art." As in my grandfather believing that rock and roll wasn't even music. It's a stupid way to think about the appreciation of the arts, but lots and lots of people do it. This is the problem then about people making definitive statements about art. As in stuff like "poetry is an inward exploration of such and such" or "a meditative experience of blah blah blah." None of us are in a position of authority. We are all in a glass house.

May 12, 2010