VIOLIN POWER
Steina Vasulka already destroyed everything you thought you knew.
Except she used a paranormal violin and it was 1978.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Stein/Steina
VIOLIN POWER
Steina Vasulka already destroyed everything you thought you knew.
Except she used a paranormal violin and it was 1978.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Daybook
Simply, impossibly,
"I think because it makes me feel the feeling I like feeling the most"/ I literally explained to an actual Egyptian. She smiled tinted lenses.
Water sounds make for floating, I noticed.
Easy frequency, the crossing parade, New York.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
As I sit looking out of a window of the building / I wish I did not have to write the instruction manual on the uses of a new metal.
Got 400 years?
Looks like Ubu has recently archived WAY too many John Ashbery audio files. Readings, interviews, lectures, etc.
www.JOHN ASHBERY AUDIO BECAUSE NOW IS AS GOOD A TIME AS ANY
It's fucking unbelievably way too much.
But it arrives at a great time!
With the days getting longer, you can keep his voice on while you're grilling or getting an evening haircut in your kitchen.
His emotionally sweeping 1985 collection, A Wave, has been keeping me more than company over the last little minute. It's kind of a sea-change operation, and, well, pretty moving.
His voice is another thing altogether. Round and sharp? Horsehair. Pragmatic and shy and confident.
And to think! just last week I played his reading of The Tennis Court Oath for Irwin. It's one of the many worthwhile contributions on the suggestively-covered Disconnected release by Giorno Poetry Systems back in 1974. A bunch of poets reading on record. Meanwhile, you can download the whole GPS catalogue here.
Quite a record cover.
I guess it was just a miscellaneously gay time for poetics in the USA.
Speaking of, since when is John Ashbery a queerman's Conan O'Brien?
Now for a poem. As a coda.
This Room
The room I entered was a dream of this room.
Surely all those feet on the sofa were mine.
The oval portrait
of a dog was me at an early age.
Something shimmers, something is hushed up.
We had macaroni for lunch every day
except Sunday, when a small quail was induced
to be served to us. Why do I tell you these things?
You are not even here.
From the 2000 collection Your Name Here
Enjoy your haircut. xo
Looks like Ubu has recently archived WAY too many John Ashbery audio files. Readings, interviews, lectures, etc.
www.JOHN ASHBERY AUDIO BECAUSE NOW IS AS GOOD A TIME AS ANY
It's fucking unbelievably way too much.
But it arrives at a great time!
With the days getting longer, you can keep his voice on while you're grilling or getting an evening haircut in your kitchen.
His emotionally sweeping 1985 collection, A Wave, has been keeping me more than company over the last little minute. It's kind of a sea-change operation, and, well, pretty moving.
His voice is another thing altogether. Round and sharp? Horsehair. Pragmatic and shy and confident.
And to think! just last week I played his reading of The Tennis Court Oath for Irwin. It's one of the many worthwhile contributions on the suggestively-covered Disconnected release by Giorno Poetry Systems back in 1974. A bunch of poets reading on record. Meanwhile, you can download the whole GPS catalogue here.
Quite a record cover.
I guess it was just a miscellaneously gay time for poetics in the USA.
Speaking of, since when is John Ashbery a queerman's Conan O'Brien?
Now for a poem. As a coda.
This Room
The room I entered was a dream of this room.
Surely all those feet on the sofa were mine.
The oval portrait
of a dog was me at an early age.
Something shimmers, something is hushed up.
We had macaroni for lunch every day
except Sunday, when a small quail was induced
to be served to us. Why do I tell you these things?
You are not even here.
From the 2000 collection Your Name Here
Enjoy your haircut. xo
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