Saturday, August 25, 2007

Friday, August 24, 2007


Rereading Sonia Sanchez's Homegirls and Handgrenades. One amazing poem goes a little something like this:

A Poem for Jesse

your face like
summer lightening
gets caught in my voice
and i draw you up from
deep rivers
taste your face of a
thousand names
see you smile
a new season
hear your voice
a wild sea pausing in the wind.

--Sonia Sanchez

You see what I mean? Boom!

I can't wait to buy David Shapiro's Selected. It's dope. I've always enjoyed his work.

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Monday, August 20, 2007

Missed The Mae Shi yesterday in L.A.

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New finds and purchases:

The Collected Books of Jack Spicer
Ubu Roi by Alfred Jarry

Monday, August 13, 2007

Voz Alta

It's been some time since I've attended a poetry slam. Got a chance to see one at Voz Alta tonight. It was wonderful.

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

H. Selby Jr.

I'm eagerly awaiting It'll Be Better Tomorrow from Netflix, a documentary about the tuff-eyed American scribbler Hubert Selby Jr. I was really into his stuff at one time, actually trying to write like the man until one teach said: yo, enuff with the multiple exclamation points, kid!!!!

I consider HSJ one of the greatest. His shit comes at you like a semi in flames racing down a Friday night blvd. Although I can't read Last Exit to Brooklyn anymore because I've lost my stomach somewhere over the years, nor can I read The Demon, because it simply scares me, I return to The Room from time to time to step into something deep for a few hours. It's been written that this is his masterpiece. Though I'm not qualified to make such a declaration about any art form, this book fills me with much anxiety. Good.

More later.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

Everyday is Like Sunday

Strolling around the new neighborhood today, I stopped at one of the local bookstores and bought Leroy V. Quintana's the Great Whirl of Exile. I've always enjoyed his work and his ability to capture a person or idea in just a few short lines. Also spent some time (didn't purchase though) reading Rae Armatrout, Cavafy, and fingered through a few pages of a Robinson Jeffers bio under the watchful eyes of the clerk. Before I left I practically had to pry six books out of my hands with a crowbar--another day, dude, another day.

With the Ipod set to Nortec Collective, and in near perfect weather, I returned to my new place.