Wednesday, November 25, 2009


a took my dad took wendy's today cuz he wanted to and he ordered 3 asian chicken salads into the machine, tried to get me to get 4 instead, we took em home and ate em then came down the hall and gave me a box of blackjack cigars, he'd been hiding 3 boxes from i don't know who in his workshop, it seemed important when he gave me the cigars

b took a bath reading the city and the city with a lot of lights on in the tiled area, i like this book, i'd like this book to have been edited also by a machine and perhaps translated into a different alphabet some, one of the books inside the book talks about having a different language with 34 characters

c earlier today i told my mom i was thinking of jumping out of a window and she said make sure the window's not closed, she meant it in a good way

d eating snow cream ice cream it's like that ice cream we'd make as kids scraping fresh snow off the diving board and mixing it with sugar and vanilla though the last few times i tried to do that again it tasted like shit

e insomnia book today is at 57977 words, it is less insomnia and more ____, it is doing some things. i think this manuscript is going to turn out quite something long, seems like i am just getting started, seems like

f sleeping troubles still shitting on america inside our household, last night H slept on the sofa by choice cuz of how i kick and bash i guess when i am sleeping, she's said the other night inside my sleep i said i want to shit on someone and something else i can't remember

g earlier today dad couldn't find the blue cup he likes to drink juice out of and so poured a lot into a blue bowl and sat it on the counter and left it there and kept looking for the glass

h i feel like i've gotten a lot older this year like my body is being older i've been finding it harder to run as long as i'd like to, there are people who come into the gym almost all the same times as i do and none of us ever talk to one another except there used to be that woman who came in with a different dude each time and they would stand behind her and watch her ass while she did the step machine and looked at a really loud tv

i i have been feeling really flatly emotional about a lot of small things like certain kinds of food and in certain minutes where the desk is almost turning to look at me but it doesn't, sometimes there are little bugs crawling up the glass inside this room

j made a mix cd for the first time in a long time the other night downloading music off the online, trying to find some new music again that i can be ok with, trying to be nicer, to think longer before i say things, to be more resilient or careful in certain ways but the more i do that the more it seems it comes out the wrong way, seems like being literal is not appreciated or not ok, seems like there is paper made of hair somewhere in this house all underneath me and

k i don't know, like chris farley said inside that other person, 'who gives a rat's behind,' earlier today and just before we went to wendy's my father told me something about a machine that had broken his 73 year old heart

l reading james merrill

Monday, November 23, 2009

writing about insomnia is returning my insomnia

i wrote a book notes for largehearted boy for scorch atlas, a soundtrack, musics

there it is

i'm going to be gone/quiet for a while i think/hope
maybe not

Sunday, November 15, 2009

ay ay oh tob ay it it et

A rad dude made a flyer for my lecture at the New College of Florida this saturday:

Shit, libraries are cool, it's like candy store when it hits you, in the library right now at Emory, gotsded:

Nicholson Baker, The Anthologist
Joseph Cornell's Dreams edited by Cathering Corman
Deleuze, Difference and Repetition
James Merrill, The Changing Light at Sandover

libraries are the old new Napster

it's like America in a can

refound on blog where I kept track of the writing of the novel that will come out next year


day 1 is at the bottom up to day 10 in the end

necklaces and dogs

america is a planted

Friday, November 13, 2009

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Organism (1975)

Killer short film @ Ubu by Hilary Harris, made 7 years before the much more popular Koyaanisqatsi:

This other things is is weird too
by some group called JODI

this is kind of what life is:

it is titled: My Desktop OS X 10.4.7 (2007)

Reading You Bright and Risen Angels by Vollmann after years of it on my shelf. Holy what the fuck. Might have a new book in my top five.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

The softest location in the house.

Radical Chris Higgs interviewed radical Kristina Born @ The Faster Times about her forthcoming book, which I swear to shit better be in my hands from these printers on Monday and shipping out to you. Printers dumb. Anyway, yeah, next week. Last chance to preorder.

I am becoming sponge this month so far, filling in some gaps on films I'd meant to see and hadddnt

Le Cercle Rouge
The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser
(finally from beginning to end)
something else I ain't remembrin

Dogs are vacuums I realized

I accidentally started writing a book about the Crips

Rereading The Age of Wire and String is making me feel like I like in an excellent palace somewhere by myself without balloons

Thinking too hard on accident about what kind of people become the people who produce the bulk of art makes my hands ache like the only part of my body not in a hot bath.

I am tired of gender and not person



I want some really good curtains to eat off of

Please stop whatever you are doing right now and go buy and read Robert Lopez's Kamby Bolongo Mean River. I'm not kidding. Whatever you are doing.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

i'm back

D. B. Cooper, skyjacker, collected a ransom of US$200,000 then jumped from the rear stairs of the Boeing 727 at a height of 10,000 feet (3,000 m) over the Pacific Northwest region of the United States, somewhere between Seattle and Portland, Oregon. The FBI believes Cooper did not survive the jump, and had acted alone; originally presuming him to be an experienced parachutist, they later concluded that an expert would not have jumped as Cooper did (at night, in a rainstorm, wearing loafers and a trench coat, with no idea of where he was, and apparently failing to notice that his reserve parachute was sewn shut). In 1980, $5800 of the ransom cash was found on a Columbia River sand bar, about 15 miles (24 km) from the estimated drop zone area, but exactly where he landed, his true identity, and his fate all remain unknown.

i want to chew on carolyn's fingers

food is everywhere


"I threw one away just before I started this. I tried and tried. But it wasn't any use."

i said i'm back

Monday, November 2, 2009

then i'm goin fo they sista

'The Gown From Mother's Stomach,' originally published in Ninth Letter, is running this week at HP's 52 Stories. This seems to be the most common 'favorite' of the texts in Scorch Atlas for some reason. I'm OK with that.

Halloween I saw a Black Sabbath cover band and a Misfits cover band, both did a good job, H and I dressed as pregnant Floridians and spent some like $100 on booze, I am told I did pushups on the dance floor alone, both of my knees feel fucked up.

If you want to dance let's dance.

Approved final proofs for Kristina's One Hour of Television, they should be printed up and done by the weekend, then shipping. In the meantime, K has made a video promo, it kind of freaks me out:

Next 3 people to preorder will receive a special bonus magical insert in their package.

Reading on Friday night in Athens with John Dermot Woods and Sabrina Orah Mark, if you are out there come widdit, 700 PM at CINE.

Um, this week is mine.