i cheer for the country with the lower GDP


an noun cement

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happy to say i have a chapbook/pamphlet/petite collection forthcoming from bedouin books. also look for ghosts of breath by howie good forthcoming from them this summer.


pank, gloom cupboard, a post made of names; cardinal directions were invented when the world was still flat

cardinal directions make me start to feel sick because one where tries to be more west than another where. cassette tapes are better obsoletes and better absolutes. i want to fire cassette tapes from cannons as meteorites and people will look at their melting plastic through telescopes, the spools unraveling as liquid licorice. when the cassette husks land, smoldering, they will still play.

i can't tell whether i've pulled a muscle or my heart is beating

been operating under a delay. iranian youth are rioting. polvo is resurrecting.

new things in gloom cupboard and pank. read the june issue of pank in its entirety here. it features some amazing work by summer block, mark budman, kevin brown, john farmer, heather fowler, katherine grosjean, caitlin johnson, tim jones-yelvington, sarah layden, laura lehew, sara faye lieber, cortney mclellan, laura marello, daniel pinkerton, emily rosko, kowshik sarangan, shappy seasholtz and robert swartwood. also recommend checking out the pank blog. also editor roxane gay has a badass piece in dogzplot.

people are shedding bright glassy words all over the place. some i have enjoyed lately :::

shane jones's avocado scratch-and-sniff poem at abjective.

eric beeny's story snowing fireflies at willows wept made me forget to breathe in the best possible way.

i think j.a. tyler's when we take off our heads at pangur ban party is phenomenal. his style has an effect on me similar to philip glass or steve reich. there are little somethings like movements and variations to his work. nuances and refrains. hypnotic maybe. mathematical maybe. he does something unique with words in play. i think my favourites are 3, 6, 7 and 8. everything at pangur ban party is solid plusgood. read the whole back catalogue if you feel so inclined.

the inaugural issue of kill author (roland barthes) is packed to the gills. i love the body of the tennis player by david peak and the end is easy, where do we start by barry graham. the issue also features ani smith, howie good, ethel rohan, j.a. tyler, mel bosworth, xtx, and sara crowley, among other cool people.

also intrigued by the read some words chapbook, featuring ryan manning, dj berndt, adam coates, adam showalter, david fishkind, ben brooks, michael hessel-mial, t.r. castillo, michael sambar, and jeffrey becklund. yesterday the casino/reptile zoo took my money so the apparent freeness of it is a good match.


melonotronic robojuice

issue nine of robot melon is an albino lifesaver spectrum of iris and pupil which is also kind of partially dilated. it makes me want to buy a vowel. i am happy to have a poem called rio in it alongside these utterly badass writers: ani smith, jenna humphrey, sean lovelace, lisa ciccarello, mike young, heather momyer, jamie iredell, peter berghoef, justin hyde, michelle reale, maria anderson, justin dobbs, arlene ang, duncan cheshire, andrew rihn, andrew lundwall, sonny traylor, donald dunbar, and blake butler. props to stephen daniel lewis who is responsible for injecting this directly into your eye.


today is saturday and i have done nothing i said i would

something about antiperspirants and endings at dogzplot. other things i like by ethel rohan, brendan o'brien, dawn corrigan, mike whitney, eric beeny, david peak, and michael j. solender. read and exhale.

currently in many limbos. occupational, locational. thinking about film, newspaper shards, fruit pulp as paint, music composition, microwaves, things more fickle than microwaves. increased apathy being directed toward time as a concept and as a threat.

wrote a small story about owls and outpatient surgical procedures.

74% of the total population is people with a sensing preference on the myers-briggs scale. 26% of the total population is people with an intuitive preference. in mainstream society linearities are more appropriate. literality, minute details, chronological sequences of events are more appropriate.
inane banter is always more appropriate. sometimes this makes me socially inept in a drugstore checkout line.

i am wearing a ring made of thunderclouds.



fingers crossed for laura ling and euna lee.

update: fuck. current tv you are a pussy. maybe sign this. maybe write to pelosi also.

i can't lift you up because my mind is tired

things are happening IRL and they are making me alive. the aliveness is scary and overwhelming and new and rare and good. i am unsure whether by aliveness i mean optimism. they could be similar. i am unused to optimism. like i am trying on high heeled shoes and, despite associating high heeled shoes with brainlessness, the shoes are oddly comfortable or at least not making my ankles bleed. right now i am walking around the store in gaits uncharacteristic of myself, thinking of height, mythology and shoplifting.

i am on the cusp of certain things. i am trying to claw into a potential career in fair trade or the entertainment industry. because i can think of no two career paths more congruous. i crave variety and choice. routine is for some people but for others routine is cancer. if none of this works out i will move to saskatchewan and become an apple farmer.

los angeles is a place. mostly los angeles is shallow and intended to give people low outward self esteem and high inward self esteem. los angeles also has a surface and a subsurface. there are pockets. if you stay in the subsurface you can enjoy yourself. you can stop feigning interest in the surface. in the subsurface the conversations, the skin, the sweat is real and the real is enough to melt through all the plastic and when that happens the sidewalk will be shiny and you can laugh and walk through the melted fakeness and it will feel like marshmallow around your ankles. probably because i watched ghostbusters yesterday.

this is my friend avey. he is a little bit beautiful. sometimes he asks the sky what he would want.

this is my friend geologist.

he is not an actual geologist but he likes to see at night. he also was interviewed a while back in the fine magazine kitty snacks.

here is what they played

fireworks being my personal highlight. i went inward. i felt thousands of eyes rolling backward. there was a momentary lapse of consciousness. there was a shamanistic divining ceremony. it was right mystic. TTB would approve.

recent dreams include a sunken airplane with its contents and passengers perfectly preserved as they were at the point of impact.

recent discoveries include the fact that 1. soju facilitates karaoke, even if you are socially awkward, 2. if you intend to perform the spasmodic seizure/flail dance to idioteque, move the soju away from microphones and other karaoke equipment to minimize electrocution, and 3. soju is delayed in fucking you up but it will find and destroy you.

also catching up on and enjoying being overwhelmed by all the internet literature news of late. i love love love prathna lor's safe toilet syndrome. prathna lor, blog deletion extraordinaire. prathna lor is hot. my favourites include vulcan, blue sweater, light bulb and somnolence. i am glad i am not the only one who fills her bed with debris and sleeps in it. maybe we should do lunch, prathna lor.

also excited about the new pear noir!, mlkng sckls by justin sirois, a field of colors by charles lennox in tandem with j.a. tyler's ML press, new things at dogzplot (new to me anyway), the new hobart, and sam pink's frowns need friends too.

still need to return correspondence.
news is forthcoming.