Comments

On post # 501 to this blog, I'm here to say that I've opened up the comments thingy. If you have a comment about this please feel free to comment. If you want to comment about something else I guess that's okay, depending on what it is. I would appreciate your comments, because, well, it would make me feel important and like you and I are closer than we presently are. That sense of closeness is important to me, for reasons that I can't quite articulate but that I suspect have to do with making me feel more important. Of course, now that I've asked for your comments, I'll feel really bad if I don't get any. Having said that, don't comment out of guilt or pity. In fact, please disregard the bulk of this, except for my good intentions. I am full of good intentions and, thus, skateboarding into H-E--double-hockey-sticks.

Hitler Hoodie

A Notice

This is a new thing that I wrote because the good Blake Butler asked me to. You should check it out, if only because it would make me feel more important. Feeling important is an important thing to me. I feel certain that feeling important is something that is important to you too. Anyway, so you can probably understand why I'm asking something from you today.

Things I Don't Say

Like most other people
I imagine
I have ideas about the future
and how my particular
actions/thoughts might
engage the future
in such a way
as to
improve my general
disposition. I am often
surprised, when I arrive
in the future and find
out how mistaken
my ideas were.
Even these words
as they progress
make me slightly
disappointed at how
stupid I was
just a moment ago.
My powers of observation
into the future
are limited.
I could have never
seen this coming.
I had no idea I'd be
here now and just now
decide to quit.
Now I'm just
being sarcastic.

Ahhhh!

Dear Blog

I try to be good to you and pay
attention to the way you
look and compliment you
and tell you loving things like,
I love you, sugar, and stuff
like that. But you are
demanding in your always
existing way. I try to love you more,
stroking your soft face with the
backs of my fingernails and cooing
to you as I put you to bed.
I think of you like I think of Tina,
conflicted and attracted
but also about ready
to go apeshit.

Songs for the New CD

A Warning

It is absolutely important
to point out all of
the evidence regarding the
lack of evidence as evidenced
in the surroundings we now
find ourselves in? There's
really no excuse for acting
otherwise, at the same time,
when I locate something factual
in the microscope I'm often
reminded of how small shit is.
Seriously, Tina, you know
what I mean because of
your years as a science teacher.
I don't want to get into the details
in public, like this, all creepy
and whatnot. Just let it go
and know that I could,
if I wanted, devastate you!

Things You Do in the Name of Gregory Corso

I read in Cincinnati tonight, thanks to the very generous and kind Matt Hart and Evan Commander. It was a fun reading and a cool idea. Matt and Evan did very good work. There was cool artwork, poems, readers. And a really terrific chapbook! And I drove fast, people. Fast there and fast home. I passed every car I could. Between the snow covered fields of Indiana I drove, pushing through every yellow light. You know how it goes.

Upcoming Events!

It doesn't even matter how you feel about it.

I'm going to Cincinnati, Tina!

I am! And you can't stop me. Thursday

if you're feeling up to it, drop by.

If not, I don't really care.

No one is gonna miss you, except me.

O, Tina, I do love you!