avenue alchemy

It Is Done.

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 02:28:19 -0400

Sleep?

Sun, 07 Jun 2009 04:43:00 -0400

Nah. I’m not in the mood. Pretty soon the birds will start chirping. Maybe I’ll stay up for a sunrise. I haven’t seen one in a while.

It is quiet and calm in the last hours. Soon someone will wake up, the force of habit pulling them out of their bed before they realize that it’s Sunday, crawl gratefully back under the covers and slide through a groggy mist into another dream.

I’ve been thinking up a good name for this, my brain factory, so that it can exist on its own. Sorry tumblr. I’ve grown tired of you. I want to give a sense of legitimacy, however faint, to my words—even if it’s only the symbolic victory of a recognizable nametag.

Word Riot

Sun, 07 Jun 2009 00:45:51 -0400

Word Riot:

An online literary magazine sort of thing. Tonight is an orgy of good reads.

woa!… fuckin jackpot. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_literary_magazines

Sun, 07 Jun 2009 00:05:46 -0400

woa!… fuckin jackpot. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_literary_magazines

Sketch

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 23:17:20 -0400

Right-wing talk shows are a terrible waste of radio airtime. I wanted to listen to some jazz so I spun that infernal dial. All I found was bad pop music and those old bigots getting fat off their own fumes.

A Summer's Evening in Beijing

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 22:50:00 -0400

A Summer's Evening in Beijing:

An hour’s sleep. Nightmares already. James is at the square and Mark somewhere near it, without a phone. J calls in a conflict outside the Great Hall. A couple of thousand soldiers apparently emerged out the back, got hemmed in by swarms of citizens, and were stuck in a face-off. Now he’s at Zhongnanhai, and the tear-gassing has begun.

Home Improvement

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 22:47:26 -0400

Home Improvement

Portugal. The Man - Stables & Chairs The abstract lyrics...

Thu, 04 Jun 2009 15:32:00 -0400

Portugal. The Man - Stables & Chairs

The abstract lyrics that come out of Portugal’s music are wonderful. I’ve been playing them over in my head for days and I couldn’t be happier. Oddly enough, they remind me of Frank O’Hara.

"Of course there is no formula for success except perhaps an unconditional acceptance of life and..."

Tue, 02 Jun 2009 17:13:58 -0400

“Of course there is no formula for success except perhaps an unconditional acceptance of life and what it brings.”

- Arthur Rubinstein (via ventisette)

Federal Reserve Loses 9 Trillion

Tue, 02 Jun 2009 14:00:00 -0400

Federal Reserve Loses 9 Trillion:

This is a couple weeks old. Sorry if it’s old news to you, but I can’t get it out of my head. The Federal Reserve of New York admits losing $9 Trillion. That’s right. Nine Trillion. This blows my mind. How does 9 trillion just go missing?

The Symptom of This Age

Tue, 02 Jun 2009 02:44:15 -0400

“What’s the point?” say the blank eyes in a dull monotone.

—Run away!

What? This old thing is still here? Sometimes I feel like I dreamed it. Just invented it, out of...

Tue, 02 Jun 2009 02:42:25 -0400

What? This old thing is still here?

Sometimes I feel like I dreamed it. Just invented it, out of nothing. Yet, it is strangely comforting that is is here… a monument to—a sculpture of—my thoughts.

And what makes it most charming: I forgot all about it. It got up, quietly, and left the room. No one noticed. The conversation continued. After an eon, I got up and I found him in the kitchen, slicing fruit.

goodbye

Sat, 16 May 2009 17:04:53 -0400

"Here’s the man with teeth like god’s shoeshine he sparkles shimmers shines."

Tue, 21 Apr 2009 23:42:12 -0400

“Here’s the man with teeth like god’s shoeshine he sparkles shimmers shines.”

- Teeth Like God’s Shoeshine by Modest Mouse

Photo

Tue, 14 Apr 2009 13:40:00 -0400

Poem

Sun, 12 Apr 2009 19:27:12 -0400

God! love! sun! all dear and singular things!
I am not bad although I am wicked
perhaps, and not too rare. Beat, yes, liquored
to exhaustion, dead tired in sheets, still sings

to me the thunderous redwood’s laughings
at my ears, a lover patient and picked,
and the crooning violet’s not panicked
by my bloodshot foreskin, swollen lips, wings,

her tongue stays in my ear and sings. Purple
clouds, doubting, say hello across the lawn
and linen, wondering if I’m too gay

with exits, too abrupt with doors. Away
far! the scratchy tune “L’amant du peuple”:
I see a girl tap-dancing ont he dawn.

Frank O’Hara

Toast

Fri, 10 Apr 2009 23:04:00 -0400

Raise your glass and cheers
For knowing that you don’t pick your happy place,
It picks you.
So here’s to making do.

DarkCopy

Fri, 10 Apr 2009 22:26:27 -0400

DarkCopy:

I still want a typewriter, but, in the meantime, this will do.

The Manoeuvre

Tue, 07 Apr 2009 22:20:00 -0400

I saw the two starlings
coming in toward the wires.
But at last,
just before alighting, they

turned in the air together
and landed backwards!
that’s what got me—to
face into the wind’s teeth.

William Carlos Williams

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Sun, 29 Mar 2009 19:22:55 -0400

Good Ideas For Restless People

Keep a tennis ball and a hacky sack handy for healthy entertainment in dull times and to relieve agression. Especially useful in small spaces. Surrounding flat surfaces and various objects are fair game. If you annoy the neighbors, count it as a bonus.