Monday, September 22, 2008




David Foster Wallace, Influential Writer, Dies at 46

Oh man. He was one of my favorites. Despite all of the technical fireworks in his writing, in the end I liked his work for its heartbreaking honesty. Wallace was willing to stare into deepest corners of contemporary existence and ask the really hard, unsexy questions. At the same time he could thrill you with his ability to capture beautiful, ephemeral moments like Nabokov. RIP.

Monday, July 21, 2008

stillness
in eyes
walk
to the center
spinning
heart beats calm

stone wood
grass
hair
blue sky
clouds
twigs
flickering
of
minutes

breathe
dirt
fingers dusky
hole
shade
smell of fur
feeling
water cold

scars
weeds
strength
sunlight flashing
stone
sharp on feet
fall to the side
move
move
move

Friday, July 18, 2008

was with J. and C. at a rooftop bar tonight.

this dude was chatting up C., and then J. Talk got into politics and north vs. south, red vs. blue, but, most importantly, man vs. woman. J. was sparring with him and getting annoyed but, I thought, also having fun. I sparred with the guy but it wasn't fun so I left the 2 alone.

Was chatting with C. until she said, I gotta head home. It was a long night, many drinks. We went over to J and the guy, and they were in a full blown argument. "Stop yelling," he said, and she was "I'm not yelling, if I were yelling you'd know it. You're an asshole, I'm done talking to you. I have to go, sorry, but I have to head out now." Tears were forming in her eyes.

She headed downstairs and we followed. We caught up with her and she was in a corner with broken pavement, tears streaming now.

"He was such an asshole. I wasn't even yelling. He wouldn't even listen to me. He basically treated me like a 'bitch' with nothing to say. Kept interrupting me and cutting me off. At some point he pulled a random guy over to back up his point, and he was pretty much like, 'Listen to this woman, isn't this bitch crazy?' If I had stayed I would have punched him in the face." She wiped her face. "Listen, I'm sorry to be downer for you guys but I couldn't take anymore. And, I'm not crying because I'm sad, I'm crying because I'm so frustrated. "

We told her, don't be sorry.

I had heard some of what the guy was saying. He was being a macho jerk, and openly had little respect for a woman's opinion. He literally said as much - "What do you know, you're a woman. Ha ha." At one point I had I thought about stepping in -- but decided against it. In my mind I was thinking, J. knows what she's doing. And there's no need, I thought, to be another guy who steps in to "save" her with my macho energy.

I told J. as we walked to subway stations, to home, "I'm happy you spoke up about how you felt." I truly was. It was good for her, for him, for everyone.

Friday, July 04, 2008

I am encountering some nice souls, here and there.

I bought a smaller size journal that fits better in my pocket.

I walk differently now than I did even 1 year ago.

I feel stronger, sadder, happier, more lost, more centered -- than I ever have in my life.

My eyes have been itchy lately.

Reading The Devils of Loudon; it's engrossing.

I do miss living with a woman sometimes.

I love the things that I love.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Woke up a little stunned,
tired, half-surprised
by the faint
scent of birthday friend's
perfume on my cheek,
realizing that my hand
is numb
from how I ended up
sleeping.

I roll over
and feel blood trickling
slowly back. First, it comes into my elbow,
then seeping into my forearm, wrist, hand,
then filling the torsos of
my fingers,
then fingertips.

My hand lays quietly gasping
on the expanse of my bed,
lit by morning.
I grasp, and clench, feeling the warmth returning.
I close my eyes
to recover more from the night.

Sunday, May 25, 2008


(photo by James Johnson)



Burning Witch - Crippled Lucifer
godheadSilo - Share the Fantasy
Cavity - On the Lam
Emperor - Anthems to the Welkin at Dusk
Satyricon - Nemesis Divina
Chris Cornell - Carry On
Fiona Apple - Extraordinary Machine
Tam - s/t
Carcass - Symphonies of Sickness
Motorhead - Ace of Spades
Amebix - Arise! + 2
Wolf Eyes - Human Animal
Young Gods - Super Ready / Fragmenté
Today is the Day - Willpower
The Electric Hellfire Club - Burn, Baby, Burn!
Deadboy and the Elephantmen - We are Night Sky
Deadboy and the Elephantmen - live at Maxwell's dvd
Cranes - Lilies
This Heat - Repeat
Valerie and Her Week of Wonders Soundtrack - Lubos Fiser
Part: Magnificat; Magnificat Anitphonen - Arvo Pärt
Erik Satie -
Prurient - And Still, Wanting
She called me on a Friday night. "I went into a bookstore and saw a book on post-modernism. I picked it up and read some of it. But after awhile..."

"I used to study that, you know."

"Yeah? After awhile, I was thinking... I don't know if I want to do any of the... questioning anymore."

She made it sound like she was saying goodbye to a lifestyle. And a goodbye to me.

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Modernism is questioning & breaking with tradition. And post-modernism is taking those pieces and making new stories and worlds with them, a la "steampunk".

Many of us live in that post-modernist world now. There's no getting away from questioning; it's built right into our environment and culture.

The pain around a question is usually the fear of being in an "un-answered" status, or fear of the unknown (answer).

I hope that what I've learned more and more over the years is how to be able to live with the questions... to be ok with every moment being a question.

Sunday, January 13, 2008

I am taking a break from this blog until late February.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

recently:
Pandora's Box - G. W. Pabst
No Country for Old Men - Coen brothers
There Will Be Blood - Paul Thomas Anderson