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2005-10-11, 2:07 p.m.:
No, it will be 'The New Serenity' and it will be all odes to Joss Whedon and elegies for Buffy, Willow, Giles and Spike and laments about 'Firefly.' 0 comments
2005-10-09, 4:05 p.m.:
I want to invent a poetics and call it 'The Insincere Sincerity.' Yes, I like this very much. And I really, really mean that. 0 comments
2005-10-06, 2:16 a.m.:
Sumo wrestlers playing slots. Sumo wrestlers playing video poker. Sumo wrestlers playing Caribbean stud. Sumo wrestlers in a very swank, sort of cream-colored-everything room playing something swanky and exclusive looking and most assuredly high-rollerish as all get-out (was Asashoryu among them? I think so). Haven't seen Konishiki yet. He's commentating, it turns out. Just lost it all on slots but got one free bloody mary out of the whole (or-)deal. And sat very near to one or two sumo wrestlers in full regalia. And my legs hurt like hell and now I'm drinking a beer, babies sleeping. (Is it possible to spend any time in Las Vegas nowadays without thinking constantly of CSI? Of murderous, bloody things and oogy telltale bodily fluids and the like? I want to tell people: Yeah, I was a crime scene investigator until I became a stripper.) Some crazy shit went down - Peter referred to it as 'when good things happen to bad people' - and we got upgraded into a suite which could easily accommodate a family of 19. Twenty-fifth floor overlooking the '11-acre lagoon' and the 'lazy river,' the entire ridiculously big pool complex. This two-bedroom, double-phone-line, four-TV, two-jacuzzi COMPLEX in which we're staying is so big that we need telephones to call each other in our separate rooms. You can even gab on the phone in the loo if you like. (I don't like.) 1,400 feet. It's at the very end of the hall and so panoramic in every way imaginable that we have excellent views of the airport, the pool COMPLEX, the mountains AND the strip (the Luxor pyramid, right next door, positively looms). The giant room connecting the two bedrooms includes a full dining room table and two sittin'/thinkin' areas as well as a full living room and two of the four TVs. How did this happen? For free? Out of the blue? We have no frackin' idea, as my hot chick space pilot friend Starbuck would say. Frack it all, we'll take it. Tomorrow we swim in the 'ocean' and go to the shark reef to see the Di-di's (that's crocs to you, buddy). Attukai will be beside himself. Baby will hopefully sleep the entire time. He is the best of boys. 0 comments
2005-10-03, 10:29 p.m.:
I just want to think about nuts and bolts today, having lost all faculties generally associated with the higher brain functions. Give me workings, the processes and practices, the nifty nitty-gritty, the mechanics and mechanisms, the facts and, even better, the factoids any day. For now. Goin' to Las Vegas, friends, to see Mr. damn hot mad mad super-Yokuzuna, Asashoryu. I dreamt I won $9,600 at slots (!). The next day I won 15 cents at poker. So I think my mojo is still intact. 0 comments
2005-10-03, 9:06 p.m.:
One thing I like like like right now. 0 comments
2005-10-03, 12:32 p.m.:
Always glad when I see someone's poem is short. But I like to write long ones myself. Houston, it's the truth. Monday morning fragment: Stoned jazz guitar baby
eyes rolling back into his head, slack mouth searching
suddenly pulls from nipple, losing the line.
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2005-10-01, 5:44 p.m.:
Pflugscharen.Yes, it really does mean ploughshares in German. As in the phrase Schwerter zu Pflugscharen, which I think is lovely, if freighted - much lovelier than 'swords into ploughs.' Someone in town banging the ole drum all day, Todd Rundgren-like. Which is what I want to be doing: sitting with my bongo on my lap at the center of the drum tower at the Oregon Country Fair, batiked topless dreaded percussionists all around. Drinking a cold one that's not that cold but seems so in the heat and the dust and wearing my new silly bufff-colored floppy sunhat. (Time to reread Cheever again. Already? you ask. Already. Also in the mail today: FENCE (titted), The Canary. Reading Elixir also (which I like muchly) and both Paul Guest's and Jennifer Michael Hecht's books. Reading the Denver Quarterly too. In bite-sized bits my very tiny brain right now will allow.) On an eight-rejection streak at present, three (or four?) this week alone. It's not a pretty sight up close. I lose faith and focus both. I stop thinking - too much, too much - about the work ahead and the charm of that and mourn instead the work behind, the Left Behind, the unwashed and unwanted. The (I imagine) disfigured and cast out. And then I begin to tinker, never a good thing. But then also: I was already sorta hatin' on one journal (in whose contest I entered a few poems) after believing I'd read on their site that the jury was back and I would not pass go and collect $200. But I was mistaken about all that. I got an e-mail saying I was a finalist for one poem (the least likely, to my mind) and Congratulations! and all that .... Nice, though never in a million years can this poem possibly win. A crumb, but what I'd really like is crumbcake. Or at least homemade soft pretzels. And shots of espresso (I am going to call something 'Espresso' soon, it simply must be done). And October, which I love generaly. October, October, October: Say it fast and there's music playing. Say it soft and it's almost like praying. 0 comments
2005-09-26, 5:27 p.m.:
Most cryptic of lists (found in my travel journal): go right
GT info
ask them
p/u shelf 0 comments
2005-09-26, 4:57 p.m.:
He would stand in the water reading (he reread "Sophie's Choice" several times that summer, trying to see how it worked) ... From Joan Didion's account of grief (sudden death of D. Dunne) in last Sunday's NYX. Opening the Atlantic fiction issue (just read the mentorship vs. current-writing-workshops thingee by Rick Moody), wondering: Who was it who said 'Life is too short to read Joyce Carol Oates'? 0 comments
2005-09-22, 4:24 p.m.:
OK, my last post was possibly a bit premature. I want to move into my new digs, but it's like I found out there were termites in the foundation that must first be ousted (nothing working right, and I am 100% Movable Type impaired). 0 comments
2005-09-20, 12:56 p.m.:
Gone fishin'. Join me there. 0 comments
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