being with people doing things you love can be the happiest time and its easy
its easy like how you can give a guy a heart attack by walking outside your door
small removable spaces are enjoyed for their ability to be easily replaced
and their pleasures are tiny soups, 24 hour takeaway and hot paper cups
your small space is a cold balcony where your voice is steam and the tv noise travels there from inside and you are laughing. laughing with the unfamiliar voices of the television. feeling a comfort like someone made a fire deep in the pit of you
the small streets have more than everything
shops that sell roast almonds and dried fish in the same bag
the sound of the fridge next to a bed is tinkling like a bird
the fridges in the grocery store make sense only through extreme concentration
the price of a rich malt six pack being small and waving at you from across the aisle
and maybe you gave up sugar and maybe now you don’t care
let’s share meals alone together on Fridays
i miss you when you are gliding down a mountain
i miss you and you are silent in the trees somewhere
i miss you when you are so quiet and I am pretending to be quiet so you will miss me too
9:12 am • 8 March 2014 • 11 notes
‘the trending sidebar thing should be way more personal & disturbing’ - guillaume morissette
3:58 am • 8 March 2014 • 10 notes
outtakes from my forthcoming video poem, ‘maple-flavored almond butter,’ out this sunday (03/09) over at html giant
(*the ataris are an american pop-punk that, although they are not technically disbanded as of 2014, enjoyed most of their success during the early 2000s. importent songs include their ‘boys of summer’ cover, ‘i won’t spend another night alone,’ ‘so long astoria,’ & probably others i’m forgetting too.)
7:44 pm • 7 March 2014 • 56 notes
the new all female issue of ‘the bohemyth’ features shabby dolls, emmie rae, samantha conlon, mira gonzalez & lk shaw + many others!
12:00 pm • 7 March 2014 • 50 notes
every year i pick up all the random flyers and cards and ephemera left behind during the shit show that is the AWP conference. i go home, cut it all up, and make a poem out of it. here’s this year’s poem.
11:56 am • 7 March 2014 • 41 notes
just got 50 more copies of my 2014 Unsolicited Advice Planner from the printer! 30 are available online, 20 for brooklyn zine fest. this is literally, definitely it. it’s march! but if you missed a chance to get a copy pls get yours in the next few days!
1:15 pm • 6 March 2014 • 50 notes
“If originality is a “sense of novelty and freshness” then, in the act of constructing ourselves, originality is not the goal. We construct a self-portrait, relying on existing objects – books, quotes from authors and artists, images, art – that we are more than happy to show off to others for them to use as masturbation material or for the material by which they align themselves. This is the new action painting – the curational archive. The referential self portrait. The portrait of any other artist could be readily used to explain yourself, just reblog it and caption it with “same.” The past consistently becomes the present, not through linear time, but through the constant reconstruction and relabeling of it.”
Gabby Bess in the Fanzine on Sheila Heti, the self & way more
Feels right to add this to the Tumblr archive
1:14 pm • 6 March 2014 • 24 notes
“Bros Are Sad” by Frank O’ Hara
John is sad.
Ken is sad.
James is sad.
Joe is sad.
Barbara is sad.
Ron is sad.
Allen is sad.
Greg is sad.
LeRoi is sad.
Anne is sad.
Bernadette is sad.
Larry is sad.
Ted is sad.
Alice is sad.
Jane is sad.
Fairfield is sad.
Kenward is sad.
Bill is sad.
Everyone writing is sad.
Everyone painting is sad.
Everyone dreaming is sad.
Everyone at this party is sad.
Everyone smiling through the glass of their cocktail is sad.
Everyone winking is sad.
Everyone drinking coffee in bed is sad.
Everyone wearing orange shirts is sad.
Everyone walking down 5th is sad.
You’re sad, too.
6:35 am • 6 March 2014 • 27 notes