Flarf vs. Conceptual–The Whitney–April 17, 2009 Unica Zurn: Dark Spring–The Drawing Center–April 18, 2009 On Certainty–Bose Pacia Gallery–April 18, 2009 The Neuroscience and the Language of Certainty–Bose Pacia Gallery–April 18, 2009 Barrio Chino–April 18, 2009 Sputnik–April 18, 2009 Merce Cunningham & Sonic Youth: Nearly Ninety–BAM–April 19, 2009Read more "limit_11"
“don’t got no status quo” “i love men in boots”Read more "limit_10"
“in the beginning ‘I’ was good” “you are so beautiful to me”Read more "limit_9"
4.11.09 dreamt I told Lyn Hejinian about doing radio, told her it was “freeform” and that she’d certainly know about that, really emphasizing the word “form” b/c I finally understood something about it and we could relate on that level, on the level of form. 4.13.09 dreamt Brian Whitener was a woman and that we […]Read more "limit_7"
More than just a birthmark–it’s a maladjustment piggy of a toucan. Theodora, my beloved–my only soporific–swelter me into bedroom. I have this small scan of a tortilla to play–a cacophony of everything that could possibly go wrong. The Grim Reassessment–that cosy gadabout–was cutting capsicums in the vexation while a daffy downturn quaffed her Darjeeling and […]Read more "the new well-tempered sepulchre"
1. aetna claims (thurs) 2. health insurance (thurs & fri) 3. taxes (fri morn) 4. billsRead more "limit_6"
my friend says we make great pets my friend says we’re like the dinosaurs my friend says that a teenager’s fucked up in the head my friend says I danced in the basement all night my friend says pass the doobie my friend says porno for pyros! porno for pyros!Read more "limit_5"
Ellen Allien’s “Open” on Berlinette The space between blanks does the house into its sides. When I run I feel so free because my feet are hitting the ground and Helen Hunt looks at me with those big blonde eyes. Because she put her hand in the balloon, that was where the penny expanded. One […]Read more "open limit"
Pablo Neruda’s “Walking Around” from memory: It happens that I’m tired of being a man. The smell of barber shops makes me sob out loud. It would be delicious to knock a nun stone dead with one blow of an ear, a cut lily. Something about underwear on the clothesline, teeth in a coffee maker. […]Read more "limit_4"