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Every single game was a blowoutAnd the NASCAR blurred into pornScenic this, scenic that, don't fall for the traps of the man who was never bornCara Ober, Are You Honest..., 2009Misgivings -- by William Matthews"Perhaps you'll tire of me," musesmy love, although she's like a great cityto me, or a park that finds newways to wear each flounce of lightand investiture of weather.Soil doesn't tire of

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Someone's selling all your heroesAnd it seems such a shameSanja Iveković, Paper Women, 1976–77* From an interview of James Ellroy:INTERVIEWERYou were away from Los Angeles for twenty-five years. Why’d you come back? JAMES ELLROYOne reason: Cherchez la femme. I chased women to suburban New York, suburban Connecticut, Kansas City, Carmel, and San Francisco. But I ran out of places, and I ran

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I work in a saloon, pulling shit pints for shit wages.It's a busy night tonight.And the bar is full of all the girls I've ever shagged, or tampered with, or kissed, or even just fancied.A pub full of conquests, knockbacks.Gordon Ball, Ginsberg, Whalen and Burroughs, Boulder, 1976* Malkmus, Lacrosse player.* Celebrity Letterhead* "The ideal reader of my novels is a lapsed Catholic and

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We made mad love shadow love random love and abandoned loveChristodoulos Panayiotou, Never Land (detail), 2008No Home-Wrecker -- Denise DuhamelWhen I was twenty, I kissed a manmuch older than I was. My drunk hand founda strange indent and lump of fleshon the back of his waist, an extra little potbelly.I quickly moved my fingers away and grabbedonto his shoulder instead. After the kiss,the man

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I appreciate the bestbut I'll settle like the restJoel Sternfeld, New Jersey, 1980* From Harper's February 2012: -- Number of members of Congress among the wealthiest 1 percent of Americans by net worth: 57 -- Cost of a pack of cigarettes delivered to a gravesite at a Vietnam cemetery through an online ancestor-worship service: 71 cents -- Average number of U.S. veterans who commit

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we will have a comic and we'll laugh all daywe will have a bottle and we'll drink all daywe will have a checkbook and we'll buy all daywe will have a combo and we'll dance all daywe will have exhaustion and we'll sleep all dayNora Sturges, Greenhouse, 2011Rest. -- by Richard JonesIt's so late I could cut my lightsand drive the next fifty milesof empty interstateby starlight,flying along in a

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Float like a butterfly, sting like a beeFloat like a butterfly, sting like a beeYou know you got me dancingI'm the champion of the ringHarry Benson, Miami, 1964Happy Birthday to The Greatest of All Time.

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in the middle of the bottleis a little of the way you talkLaurence Pignarre Wyllie, TransmissionThe Manger of Incidentals-- by Jack GilbertWe are surrounded by the absurd excess of the universe.By meaningless bulk, vastness without size,power without consequence. The stubborn iterationthat is present without being felt.Nothing the spirit can marry. Merely phenomenonand its physics. An endless,

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where will you spend eternitySaul Leiter, Snow, 1960All Kinds of Caresses -- John AsberyThe code-name losses and compensations Float in and around us through the window. It helps to know what direction the body comes from. It isn't absolutely clear. In words Bitter as a field of mustard we Copy certain parts, then decline them. These are not only gestures: they imply Complex relations with one

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Hiding in a parking lot andWatching all the people fall to piecesDarren Almond, Today, 2000* A long conversation with Ed Sanders, whose memoir, Fug You, was recently published. Excerpt:Ed: It was a very intense set of years. Of course, you get into your 70s, I’m 72, and you realize that you don’t have the energy to stay up three straight nights, party, publish, drink, smoke pot, forget about

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All secrets sleep in winter clothesCara Ober, Certain Flowers Persist, 2009To Whom It May Concern -- by J.V. Cunningham After so many decades of ... of what? I have a permanent sabbatical. I pass my time on actuarial time. Listen to music, and going to bed Leave something at the bottom of the glass, A little wastefulness to end the day.Two Hangovers -- by James WrightNumber OneI slouch in

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don't let it turn you intothat thing you hate the mostHelen Frankenthaler, Magic Carpet, 1964 [RIP]* From Harper's January 2012: -- Chance that a member of a U.S. corporation's compensation committee is someone the CEO considers "a friend": 1 in 3 -- Estimated number of stray dogs killed in Ukraine in preparation for the Euro 2012 soccer tournament: 27,000 -- Chances that a top brand of

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time is the enemy time is the guideWilhelm Sasnal, Kacper, 2009, oil on canvasChristmas Morning Without Presents: The Depression, Granite City, Illinois -- by Ellery Akers It is 1929. The moon falls on the floor,the pantry is empty, beans hardening like rocks in the cans.No, you did not expect this.The same cracked wall with its stains,odor of your mother's cleaning fluid,curtains with their

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and although the sex was freeit killed all of my dreamsEd Van der Elsken, Switzerland, 1967Godzilla in Mexico -- by Roberto Bolano, translated by Laura HealyListen carefully, my son: bombs were fallingover Mexico Citybut no one even noticed.The air carried poison throughthe streets and open windows.You'd just finished eating and were watchingcartoons on TV.I was reading in the bedroom next

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it's so very cold in the mansion after sunsetwalter martinpaloma munoz, traveler 80 at night Snow Drift-- by Sarah HannahI only want to write about a spaceThree-inches square, in the picket fence'sStolid corner, the uncontested creviceBoasting, suddenly, a jagged occurrenceOf snow, Alp-like, resting on the brief ledgeThe wooden crossbeam makes: unlikely cliff, However wedged, suggesting

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happy songs sell recordssad songs sell beerChris Anthony, Venice No. 18, 2011Music -- by Frank O'Hara If I rest for a moment near The Equestrian pausing for a liver sausage sandwich in the Mayflower Shoppe, that angel seems to be leading the horse into Bergdorf's and I am naked as a table cloth, my nerves humming. Close to the fear of war and the stars which have disappeared. I have in my hands

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You start a conversation you can't even finish it.You're talkin' a lot, but you're not sayin' anything.When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.Say something once, why say it again?Billy Childish, Lt. Sydney A. Cloman, First Infantry, on His Horse on the Wounded Knee Battleground, 2010* From a recent interview of Ed Sanders:Q: How did this memoir come about?Sanders: Well, I began in

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her parents gave her whiskyand that is why she loved themMichal Rovner, Untitled, 1990* From a 1973 Playboy interview of Kurt Vonnegut:Interviewer: What was it like to be at the last moonshot?Vonnegut: It was a thunderingly beautiful experience -- voluptuous, sexual, dangerous, and expensive as hell. Martha Raye was there. Don Rickles was there. Death was there.Interviewer: Somebody died?Vonnegut

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It’s a good thingYou’re a no oneBecause there’s nothing I can doDakota Fine, The Caribbean, 2011* Huge CONGRATULATIONS to my good friends The Caribbean, whose 2011 release "Discontinued Perfume," was named best indie-pop record of the year. Says Popmatters:The Washington, DC trio The Caribbean doesn’t fit snugly into the genre of “indie pop”, in the sense that you imagine it as a genre with

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always use the old sense of the wordWalker Evens, Storefront, South Carolina, 1936Piano and Scene -- by David Berman A child needs to know the point of the holiday. His aunt is saying grace over a decaffeinated coffee and her daughter is reading a Russian novel whose 45 chapters are set on 45 consecutive Valentine's Days. Grandpa is telling the kids fairy tales from Pennsylvania's

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Excuse me NapoleonBut I gotta knowWhy I gotta standIn a hallwayTiina Heiska, Hotel, 2005Last Poem -- by Ted BerriganBefore I began life this time I took a crash course in Counter-Intelligence Once here I signed in, see name below, and addedSome words remembered from an earlier time, "The intention of the organism is to survive." My earliest, & happiest, memories pre-date WWII,They involve a

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Well I hope that someday buddyWe have peace in our livesTogether or apartAlone or with our wivesAnd we can stop our whoringAnd pull the smiles insideAnd light it up foreverAnd never go to sleepMichael Goldberg, Bowery Days 30, 1993* Watch the PBS documentary on Woody Allen here.* "If I were reincarnated, I'd want to come back a buzzard. Nothing hates him or envies him or wants him or

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Perhaps I am a small soul but I burn brightlyI am the light of this worldJust as long as I'm in this worldA small soul perhaps but I burn brightlyAnd I gutter on all your things like a wave Iain Baxter&, Television Works, 1999Epilogue -- by Robert LowellThose blessèd structures, plot and rhyme--why are they no help to me nowI want to makesomething imagined, not recalled?I hear the noise of my

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I never have a naughty thoughtbecause of all the stuff I boughtBridget Tichenor, Autorretrato (Self Portrait), undated * More still, from David Malitz's March 2008 interview of David Berman: Malitz: That’s a conversation I’ve been having with friends recently. Music is pure escapism now. We don’t want to think of anything bad. Like we were saying before, a lot of the music doesn’t communicate

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Perhaps all pleasure is only reliefStephen Miles, William Burroughs after dinner jointA Thanksgiving Prayer-- by William BurroughsThanks for the wild turkey andthe passenger pigeons, destinedto be shit out through wholesomeAmerican guts. Thanks for a continent to despoiland poison. Thanks for Indians to provide amodicum of challenge anddanger. Thanks for vast herds of bison tokill and skin

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the beer won't buy itselfDan McCarthy, Moonlight, 2009 * In today's excerpt - in the 1800s, new printing technologies led to an explosion of new books. The total value of books sold increased from $3.5 million to $12.5 million between 1830 and 1860, and the number of magazines grew from under 100 to over 600 between 1825 and 1850. Prominent among the new books were ornate gift books and "

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remember all the people that were heroes to yaand remember all the people you deceivedWilliam Eggleston* From The Basketball Article, written in April 1975 by Bernadette Meyer and Anne Waldman:We sit down to watch a few Knicks games. If one sat down with Dave DeBusschere, one might have a margharita. Margharitas, tequila sunrises, somebody tells us Wendall Ladner likes to fuck. Frazier's "

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I'm on your sideAnd we're always rightIt's perfectAnd worth itJim Pickerell, Downtown Washington, DC During Bus Strike, May 1974* From Harper's December 2011: -- Rank of non-denominational Christianity among the fastest-growning religions in America during the past two decades: 2 -- Rank of "none": 1 -- Date on which Walnut Ridge, Arkansas unveiled a sculpture commemorating the Beatles'

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Isn't life a blastIt's like living in the pastSebastian Liste, This side of the mountain, 2010Bigeminy -- by Dennis Mahaginyour electrophoresis could make headlinesjump a beat: Arab spring to ventricular winter occupying Wall Street.Suddenly it's Sunday; morning light leaks a dirty systole in fisted sheets, short subway grope after dropping a winning lottery ticket in the jostle and slam,

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It's the way I'm living right or wrongWillem de Kooning, Pink Angels, 1945* 1972 interview of Richard Yates. excerpt:Interviewer: What novelist has told that kind of story best, in your opinion?Yates: In my opinion? Flaubert. Madame Bovary is probably the greatest novel I’ve ever read—certainly not for that reason alone, but at least partly for that reason. Nobody and everybody is to blame in

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I get a buzz from being cold and wetThe pleasure seems to balance out the painErnst Fuchs, 1955. This photograph of a painted figure wearing a felt headdress was one of the artist’s early attempts at approximating a peyote experience.Between Aging and Old -- by Jack GilbertI wake up like a stray dogbelonging to no one.Cold, cold, and the rain.Friendships outgrown or ruined.And love, dear God,

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feel sick and dirty more dead than aliveandrew moore, ice breakerPostcard--by Beth WoodcomeThis morning the three dogs shaton the floor and that’s what I woke to. Before I even woke my body took itselfin, took it in like an immediate mother would. Not every mother, but let’s get back to you.One dog is now sleeping at my feet. I know how that feels, that shame.This is my sixty-seventh postcard.

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When you were youngYou were the king of carrot flowersDion Johnson, Accelerator, 2011* More from David Malitz's March 2008 interview of David Berman:Malitz: Do you think that today’s -- you were saying “for the kids” -- last night you said you thought rock-and-roll appealed to teens back in the ‘50s and ‘60s and again today. And one of the common themes I’ve talked about with people over the

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Shadows breathing on themselvesOnly remember the photographsAll of the years and all of the years and that’s all that’s leftGary Panter, Boarding Pass, 2008* From a March 2008 interview of David Berman by David Malitz:"I'm really hard on myself. I welcome people challenging what I’ve done on a level of what I’ve done. But I do get embarrassed about adulation that I see when it comes my way,

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why is there something instead of nothingVanessa Beecroft, VB67.007.RK, 2010-11The Human Heart -- by Campbell McGrath.We construct it from tin and ambergris and clay,ochre, graph paper, a funnelof ghosts, whirlpoolin a downspout full of midsummer rain.It is, for all its freedom and obstinence,an artifact of human agencyin its maverick intricacyits chaos reflected in earthly circumstance,its

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it's a negative point of viewand I bet that you've got it tooKendall Siedlecki, She's got legs, and she knows how to use them, 2011 Crest -- by Frank StanfordI Or Your WomanThe night was a bad one.I only saw one other person out:A big black man on mulebackRiding along the levee, marking the water.There was a lantern in his handAnd what you could call a grim smile on the lips.I shifted down

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Worked in bars and sideshows along the twilight zone Only a crowd can make you feel so alone Charles Mayton, The Long Exposure, 2011* From Harper's November 2011: -- Number of the highest-paid American CEOs who earned more than their employers paid in taxes last year: 25 -- Percentage of U.S. Postal Service expenses that go to labor costs: 89 -- Of FedEx and UPS expenses, respectively: 41,

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Goin' on the corner, I'm gonna score Baby wants somethin', she's in the mood to Baby wants somethin', I want more When I don't get it, I get blue, blue Patti Smith, Cherub, Fountain, San Severino, 2008* Artforum Top Ten for October by Patti Smith.jukebox cruci-fix -- by patti smith [from CREEM, June 1975]I was at this party but nothing was happening at all, a lot of chicks were leaning over

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And all the bells are rolling out for youAnd stones are all erupting out for youAnd all the cheap bloodsuckers are flying after youAndy Warhol, A Boy for Meg, 1962* Advice from the 1971 best-seller by "M," "the sensuous man:" -- from a chapter titled "What Turns a Women Off" "The Bad Timer Many men get refused not because they are lousy lovers, but because their timing is bad -- and this

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making sense of a cloudy afternoonplaying chess in an old cartoonNiocolai Karadjov, Sleeping Beauty, 2007* Come see The Cut Ups (links at sidebar) perform this Friday, October 14 at The Velvet Lounge, with Pittsburgh's Host Skull. 9:30pm. -- Listen to Come On -- Listen to Alcohol* "In 1969 I gave up women and alcohol and it was the worst 20 minutes of my life." -- George Best

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half-hours on earthwhat are they worthBarry Stone, Glitter Shoes, 2009* Awesome Tapes From Africa, a great place to spend some time.* The Phenomenon of the Right Wing Nut --- by Ed Sanders, 1981 Many of the National Security grouches, the flame-mouths of secrecy, the racists in high places the men and women of crypto-kill and their dull, unimaginative, paper pushing slaves are subsumed

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Don't let it get near youDon't let it get too closeDon't let it turn you intoThe things you hate the mostBob Dylan, The Monk, 2009* George Carlin on The American Dream.* Harold Pinter on Samuel Beckett:The farther he goes the more good it does me. I don’t want philosophies, tracts, dogmas, creeds, ways out, truths, answers, nothing from the bargain basement. He is the most courageous,

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you stuttered like a kaleidoscope'cause you knew too many wordsJane Smaldone, St. Lucy's Mountain Dream, 2006- Three poems from Kim Addonizio's 1997 novel in verse Jimmy & Rita December For a while Rita works at a massage parlor on Eddy Street All she has to do is jerk them off, no fucking or kissing. She washes her hands seven, eight times a day. Dreams of scrubbing off skin, red strips of it

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Do you believe in magic?Stephen Shore, Causeway Inn,Tampa, Florida, November 18, 1977 * Horacio Castellanos Moya on Bolano Inc. excerpt:Maybe I was not the only one surprised when, on opening the North American edition of The Savage Detectives, I found a photograph of the author that I didn’t recognize. It is a post-adolescent Bolaño, with his long hair and mustache, the look of a hippie or

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I don't wannaI don't think soSarah Small, Punk and Anika, ?* Funk legend Sly Stone is now living in a van. excerpt:In his heyday, he lived at 783 Bel Air Road, a four-bedroom, 5,432-square-foot Beverly Hills mansion that once belonged to John Phillips of The Mamas & the Papas.The Tudor-style house was tricked out in his signature funky black, white and red color scheme. Shag carpet. Tiffany

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Captivate the senses like a ginger ale rainJasper Johns, Target, 1958Right Beside the Morning Coffee-- Richard BrautiganIf I write this down, Iwill have it in the morning.The question is: Do I wantto start the day off withthis?Blue Yodel of the Wayfaring Stranger-- Frank Stanfordafter Pier Paolo PasoliniI lean my head up against the juke box in the mountainsAnd think about the three Indian

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we had crazy fucking timestill the Visa card expiredMartin Ramirez, Horse and Rider with Large Bugle, 1962* From Harper's October 2011: -- Percentage of the current U.S. debt that was accumulated during Republican presidential terms: 71 -- Percentage of profits American corporations paid in taxes in 1961: 40.6; Today: 10.5 -- Percentage of the world's population that could fit in Texas by

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put up your dukeslet's get down to itUnknown, Jagger and Bowie backstage, early 1980s?* Wonderful documentary on Bill Cunningham. You might not think you know of him but you do.* Fantastic, classic videos from New Zealand's Flying Nun label here* “The most important instrument of thought is the eye.” -- Benoit Mandelbrot

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Here's your money backHere's your punk rock bandTomma Abts, Mehm, 2005 Warnings -- by Nicanor ParraNo praying allowed, no sneezing.No spitting, eulogizing, kneeling.Worshipping, howling, expectorating.No sleeping permitted in this precinctNo inoculating, talking, excommunicatingHarmonizing, escaping, catching.Running is absolutely forbidden.No smoking. No fucking.Sentences -- by Nicanor

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sound is the love between me and youCecily Brown, Maid's Day Off, 2005* Gail O'Hara interviews Wild Flag. excerpt:O'Hara: Mary is really coming out of her shell as a live performer. And we thought you had a lot of energy in Sleater-Kinney, but now you’ve kind of raised the bar.Brownstein: I don’t take anything for granted anymore. After not playing music for a couple years, you realize what a

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uppers or downerseither way blood flowsTimothy Cummings, House of Cards, 2008* Dean Wareham interviews Stephen Malkmus. excerpt:Warham; It seems like part of being a producer is just spreading good cheer and good energy. I don’t suppose Beck had ideas for your lyrics? I think he’s a great lyricist, too.Malkmus: He likes it real loose. He had the mics set up so I could keep anything I said on

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It was then that I got up to leave But she said, “Don’t forget Everybody must give something back For something they get Chris Martin, Ganges Sunrise Asi Ghat Varanasi, 2002 Building and Earthquake -- Jane Hirshfield How easy it is for a dream to construct both building and earthquake. Also the nine flights of wooden stairs in the dark, and the trembling horse, its hard breathing loud

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so drunk in the August sun Stephen Shore, West Palm Beach, 1973 * From Harper's September 2011: -- Percentage of Americans who say their household couldn't come up with $2,000 in thirty days: 47 -- Years it will take lenders in New York State, working at their current rate, to foreclose on all houses currently in default: 61 -- Percentage of Americans who think pornography is "

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Promise me You will always be Too awake to be famous Too wired to be safe Rob Stolzer, Four Heads, 2001 * Hunter S. Thompson on breakfast: I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. ... The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys

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she was tall she was high she almost touched the sky Wim Wenders, Lounge Painting, Gila Bend, Arizona Burning the New Year --Naomi Shihab Nye Letters swallow themselves in seconds. Notes friends tied to the doorknob, transparent scarlet paper, sizzle like moth wings, marry the air. So much of any year is flammable, lists of vegetables, partial poems. Orange swirling flame of

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expect fun, you might learn how it runs Marlene Dumas, The Visitor, 1995 * You can stream the new Malkmus record, Mirror Traffic, here. And to learn a little backstory on what David Berman thought the title should be, click here. * Check out these Disney educational films, which include The Story of Menstruation (1946) and VD Attack Plan (1973). * Religion can never reform mankind

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well the week is to short but the days are so long livin' with sick people makes me feel so strong Marti Peterson, untitled Skirt -- by Mark Halliday The very fact that her skirt swirls bespeaks something that compels my interest as if not because the skirt covers her ass and thighs as if I mean not only because given a chance I’d want very very much probably to help her take the skirt off in

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Channelling through aviation transportDerelicts rely on red light slumsScandals interlock, linking all the patronsAnd tourists intertwine in effortless lumpsRichard Misrach, Untitled, 2005* The Guardian chats with Daniel Johnson. Excerpt:Q: What do you most dislike about your appearance? DJ: My hair looks awful bad sometimes.Q: If you could bring something extinct back to life, what would

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I stand for languageI speak for truthI shout for historyEd Ruscha, You're a Dead Man, 2002Time-- by Laura KasischkeLike a twentieth-century dream of Europe—allhorrors, and pastries—some part of me, for all timestands in a short skirt in a hospital cafeteria line, with a tray, whilein another glittering tower namedfor the world’s richest manmy mother, who is dying, never dies.(Bird with one wing

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you wrote a book about yourselfthe people left it on the shelfVivian Cherry, Book Table NYC* Advice from the 1971 best-seller by "M," The Sensuous Man: -- from the chapter titled "What Turns a Women Off" "The Bad Timer Many men get refused not because they are lousy lovers, but because their timing is bad -- and this includes thousands of husbands. Tune in to what she's doing a few minutes

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guard my bedwhile the rain turns the ditches to mirrorsRasha Kahil, Caledonian Road, N7, London, 2011* Interesting article on Mary Foote Henderson, the castle she built in the late 1800s on 16th Street NW and her influence on the construction of Meridian Hill Park. excerpt:In May 1906, Mary famously decided to dispose of the plentiful and expensive stocks of fine wine that Mr. Henderson had

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Mr pharmacistCan you help me out todayIn your usual lovely wayMarian Bingham, Trips, 2008Look Back In Languor -- by Dennis MahaginIf you never knew me by now, someone elsewill. I talk an awfulgame, chew with mouth full. All in a name, exalted premise. *Remember Bush? Came on Teleprompter, looking so pale and drawn ... I wished to switch the CD Rom, my God holy flicker, make new reservations for

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I drink my liquor from the palmof a child who spoke in tonguesSharon Shapiro, It's not the heat, it's the humidity, 2002* From Harper's August 2001: -- Estimated percentage change in chief executive pay at America's publicly traded corporations in 2010: +11 -- Percentage change in the number of unmarried cohabitating couples in the US between 2000 and 2010: +97 -- Number of Americans

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up on the roofit's almost dawnsee the water towerslook so forlornthey've got no reasonto feel that wayGrace Hartigan, American, 1960Facet -- by Dean YoungFor weeks, I’ve gone unbrokenbut not unpunished by the quietof zero degrees which is worse thanthe quiet of twenty when at leastyou can’t hear the stars wheeze.I can’t make it any clearer than thatand stay drunk. A crash coursein the afterlife

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I know what the senator wantswhat the senator wants is a blow jobBilly Name, Brillo, 1963* Tim Burgess discusses his love for Felt. excerpt:What was it that drew you to the band's music to begin with: its mystery, its sound, Lawrence's personality, or what…?TB: I think it was the music, obviously, that drew me in, but I became intrigued more and more by Lawrence and his aesthetic: 10 singles,

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I'll bet you look like marc bolans girlfriendI've only heard a voiceI've only seen your songIt keeps me awakeJill Greenberg, from the Glass Ceiling series, 2010The Phenomenon of the Right Wing Nut -- by Ed Sanders, 1981 Many of the National Security grouches, the flame-mouths of secrecy, the racists in high places the men and women of crypto-kill and their dull, unimaginative, paper pushing

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I was lost in a valley of pleasure.I was lost in the infinite sea.I was lost, and measure for measure, love spewed from the heart of meMichael Bevilacqua, Captain O, 2010 * Raymond Chandler 1945 piece on Writers in Hollywood. excerpt:Hollywood is a showman's paradise. But showmen make nothing; they exploit what someone else has made. The publisher and the play producer are showmen too; but

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it's the way I'm living right or wrongCy Twombly, Feragost IV. RIPSpell-- by Frank StanfordI aimed to get some of my bloodback from the Snow Lake mosquitoesmy belly was full of lemonadeand my hair had Wild Root on itI took to the thicket at dawnnot knowing where I was from in the man in the moonthere were trees with so much shadeyou shiveredlike someone chiseling the year in a graveyardthe

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be careful not to crest too soonScott Waters, 2011. Waters is part of the Canadian Forces Artist Program* From Make 'Em Laugh: The Funny Business of America by Michael Kantor:"Gilda Radner was born in Detroit, nine months after the end of World War II, to a Russian Jewish family. Her father ran a successful hotel in town and many famous nightclub entertainers performed there. Gilda, already

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I get weakI get wearyI miss sleep I get moodyRennie Ellis, Night People, 1975My Cheap Lifestyle -- by Eileen Myles After a bourbon I came in and turned on the tube lit a joint and watched Monterey Pop nearly wept when Janis came on Janis' legs kicking on stage is a memorable site Janis does her sweet little Texas girl smile as her act finishes. she kicks her heals and otis redding is so sexy

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Welcome back to solid ground my friendI heard all your controls were jammedWell it's just nice to have you back againStephanie Brooks, Politeness Strategy #5* On pitchers and catchers: the most important relationship in baseball. excerpt:The call was for a fastball away. Bob Tewksbury shook it off. He looked in at the new catcher, who had recently signed with the Cardinals, and waited for

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shine out in the wild kindnessLucas Samaras, untitled work for Allan Kaprow, 2006Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey -- by Hayden Carruth Scrambled eggs and whiskeyin the false-dawn light. Chicago,a sweet town, bleak, God knows,but sweet. Sometimes. Andweren't we fine tonight?When Hank set up that limpingtreble roll behind memy horn just growled and I thought my heart would burst.And Brad M. pressing with

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s there justice?Is there something which resembles pleasure?Guy Denning, Petite Morte # 7, 2007* From a December 11, 1970 letter from Hunter S. Thompson to Rolling Stone editor John Lombardi: ..."But by 'music' I don't mean the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. If the Grateful Dead came to town, I'd beat my way in with a fucking tire iron, if necessary. I think Workingman's Dead is the heaviest thing

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my love is bigger than your lovesing it!Orly Cogan, TireWhat We Miss -- by Sarah MangusoWho says it's so easy to save a life? In the middle of an interview forthe job you might get you see the cat from the window of the seven-teenth floor just as he's crossing the street against traffic, just asyou're answering a question about your worst character flaw and lyingthat you are too careful. What if

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you may be sweet and nicebut that won't keep you warm at night Chris Martin, Here Comes the Sun, 2007* From Harper's July 2011: -- Number of public statues of individuals in the United States: 5,193 -- Number that depict women: 394 -- Minimum percentage of U.S. electricity that is consumed by marijuana growers: 1 -- Value of currency eaten by termites at a bank in Uttar Pradesh, India,

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Sometimes, I feel I gotta get awayDan Tague, The Kids Are Alright, 2011The American Dream-- by Robert CreeleyEdges and disjuncts, shattered, bitter planes,a wedge of disconsolate memories to echo fame,fear of the past, a future still to blame--Multiple heavens, hells, nothing is straight.You earn your money, then you waitfor so-called life to see that you get paid.Tilt! Again it's all gone

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be quietthe weather's on the night newsCarol Lee Chase, Luster, 2001* Does new ownership make PBR a less desirable beer? excerpt:When companies change ownership or direction resulting in the departure of executives, it's not uncommon for there to be some raw emotion or hard feelings. But lashing out publicly against a former employer is rare."They know that negative comments will harm them as

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Do You Curse Where You Come FromDavid SalleFor Joe Pernice -- by William CorbettThe sky behind grape jelly clouds shows through in white cuts and rips. It's cold enough to be under the electric blanket with a book and not yet 9 p.m. watching the jelly clouds come to a rolling boil and for a flicker think nothing. The book falls from my hands and I catch myself. Frost's wand might zap the baby

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we are unhappybecause we were unplanned

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And the man on the radio won't leave me aloneHe wants to take my money for somethingThat i've never been shownKate Simon, Life is a Killer* From an interview of Ed Sanders:"The FUGS were a trio of poet-musicians, who included Tuli Kupferberg. We saw it as a way to have fun. I wanted to party and be like Bacchus: have a good time and work for the Revolution. We were sort of revolutionaries. "

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Pursue the small utopias: music, friendship, intimate loveKenneth Josephson, Stockholm, 1967Elegy 1969 -- by Mark Strand(after Carlos Drummond de Andrade)You slave away into your old ageand nothing you do adds up to much.Day after day you go through the same motions,you shiver in bed, you get hungry, you want a woman.Heroes standing for lives of sacrifice and obedience fill the parks through

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you have agedyou must start looking upBrad Elterman, Gene Simmons and Brooke Shields, 1979Oh Yes-- by Charles Bukowskithere are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late. Brothers on Sunday Night-- by Frank StanfordWe'd been dreamingOr at least I hadAbout peanuts that grow in the

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I'll get up and fly awaydavid berman, david berman's cassettes, 2011* Mark E. Smith interview. excerpt:Which living person do you most admire, and why?All nurses and television programmers at 4am who "update". But mainly myself, as Napoleon.What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?Having to clean my teeth and look after my health.What is the trait you most deplore in others?A lot of

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I'm feeling thankful for the small things todayJames Lofton, Confetti, 2008* Happy Birthday to Me.* I'm Not a Young Man Anymore.

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we're all here chewing our tongues off waiting for the fever to breakCara Ober, Forgotten Bestsellers, 2010Half A Block From The Horse Shoe -- by Dennis MahaginHalf a block from the HorseshoeI saw a wan hooker in fauxradioactive raincoat, so silver, chiffon and high heels; she pulled a pack of Kools from her purse, and slipped a bit at the curb, as if menthol and stiletto had some nerve, to be

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And you can't sayThat I didn't learn from youJoan Semmel, Crossed Legs, 2011* Be sure to check out these videos from Will Oldham's remarkable November 2000 performance at Now! Music and Fashion. Filmed by Marc Masters. * In DC? Mark your calendars: The Foreign Press will be performing with the excellent d.c. band More Humans and Small Sur, from Baltimore. Velvet Lounge Wednesday June 1.*

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latenight obsessionscovered in questionsMichele Abeles, Cigarettes, Newspaper, Body, Wood, Lycra, Bottle, 2011* From Harper's June 2011: -- Date on which Standard & Poor's revised its U.S. debt outlook to "negative": 4/18/2011 -- Number of times it has previously been anything other than "stable": 0 -- Amount of federal money that went to National Public Radio in 2010: $2,700,000 --

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we're gonna find the meaning of feeling goodPep Suari, A Patchy Woman, 2005In Plain View-- by Frank StanfordA white rose fell out of my lapeloutside the church houselike a hand with too much sunA horse trampled itThe barefoot rider who wasjust passing throughleaned over backwardsand picked it up with his toesHe said Sorryand I said Much obligedAnd I took it from his dark footand gave it to his

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this emery board is giving me a rashJenny Holzer, Selection From the Survival Series, 1991* From a 2002 article on Will Oldham:"With Oldham, it seems, all that matters are the songs. Which is why it often seems that he is the only person who is doing something new, something now, with the idea of the song - including sometimes stretching it to breaking point. A Will Oldham song - any Will

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just unlock my mindAndré Ethier, Untitled, 2005* Lester Bangs on Patti Smith (from Creem Magazine, February 1976:Patti’s heroes may be gone, but she is both with us and for us, so strongly that her music is something, finally, to rally around. For one thing, she has certain qualities that can make her a hero to a whole generation of young girls; Patti has done more here for woman as aggressor

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grounded fireflies are little stars that are dyingCarlos Tarrats, Untitled 1, 2006Elegy For John Belushi-- klipschutzDead in a Hollywood hotel,no doubt your pictureon a billboard nearby.Dead on the national news,with film clips, in grim tones,sandwiched between the economyand El Salvador.Dead over the radio.Dead in newsprint.Dead on the street.One more mouthful of dirton our coffin of

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There's a rendezvous of strangersAround the coffee urn tonightJoy Feasley, You Made Me Very Happy, 2008An Honest Description of Myself with a Glass of Whiskey at An Airport, Let Us Say, in Minneapolis -- by Czesław Miłosz(translated from the Polish by Robert Hass and Czeslaw Milosz)My ears catch less and less of conversations, and my eyes have weakened, though they are still insatiable.I see

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We've never been promised there will be a tomorrowEd Ruscha, History Kids, 2009* From a 1982 interview of Joni Mitchell by Kristine McKenna [from McKenna's excellent book of interviews: Talk to Her]:McKenna: In reading past interviews you've done, I got the impression that you considered jazz to be the superior form compared to pop?Mitchell: I have to admit that Miles Davis' Nefertiti, as well as

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Drinks flowPeople forgetBig wheel spinsThe hair thins, people forgetThe news slows..., people forgetThe shares crash, hopes are dashed, people forgetThey forget they're hidingDavid Graham, Pies, 2003Self-Portrait At 28-- by David Berman I know it's a bad titlebut I'm giving it to myself as a gifton a day nearly canceled by sunlightwhen the entire hill is approachingthe ideal of Virginiabrochured

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You're the grooviest girl in the worldand I'm a guy with impeccable tasteMartyn Goddard, Debbie Harry at the opening of Blondie in Camera exhibition at the Mirandy Gallery, 1978The Speed Of Darkness-- by Muriel Rukeyser1 Whoever despises the clitoris despises the penis Whoever despises the penis despises the cunt Whoever despises the cunt despises the life of the child. Resurrection music,

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Another season, but the same old feelingsAnother reason could beI'm tired of aching, summer's what you make itBut I'll believe what I want to believeKini Collins, City Bird, 2007* From the May 2011 Harper's Index: -- Average salary difference between a starting New York public school teacher and a first-year private lawyer in 1970: $2,000 -- Today: $106,000 -- Percentage by which an

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the meaning of the world lies outside the worldMary Chiaramonte, House Bound, 2009* From an interview of Ed Sanders of the Fugs, originally published May 12, 1967 in the Berkeley Barb:Interviewer: I take it you're not as optimistic as Tuli [Kupferberg] seems to be about the possibility of radical socio-political change in America?Ed Sanders: My motto is 'Fuck God in the ass.' I don't have any

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Thank you, friendsWouldn't be here if it wasn't for youLinda Touby, Dance of the Seven Veils, 2005Two Hangovers -- by James WrightNumber OneI slouch in bed.Beyond the streaked trees of my window,All groves are bare.Locusts and poplars change to unmarried womenSorting slate from anthraciteBetween railroad ties:The yellow-bearded winter of the depressionIs still alive somewhere, an old

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my art was a knifeJohn Gutmann, The Artist Lives Dangerously, 1938* A nice piece on Roger Angell. excerpt:Roger Angell's memories of Babe Ruth at Yankee Stadium are moving pictures in his head, deposited there when he was a boy absorbed by the pastime and the world around him. The Babe's big bat, his heavy flannel uniform, the men in fedoras watching him: You and I, way late to the party,

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the night sky is a jewelry store windowAngelo Filomeno, Spring Shower, 2005Identi-kit -- by Veronica Forrest-ThomsonLove is the oldest camera.Snap me with your eyes.Wearied with myself I wanta picture that simplifies.Likeness is not important provided the traits cohere.Dissolve doubts and contradictionsto leave the exposure clear.Erase shadows and negativethat confuse the tired sight. Develop as

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