Didi Menendez painted a rather flattering portrait. If only I were that cool . . . damn . . . .
Korean Shades and all
30 August 2009
28 August 2009
a clip from the play in Warsaw
The angel of Poland at a Polish BBQ critiques the idea of Polish romantic patriotism. Is it sweet to die for one's country or for romantic love?
hm . . .
poor quality clip but here it is:
hm . . .
poor quality clip but here it is:
from the Poland notebook
Lagoon (Elblag, Poland)
so what
mr Theo
upstands
his head
goading
the wise
belly dome
& I'm
burned
freckled
& follied
all my friends
are not waving
but downing
so what
mr Theo
upstands
his head
goading
the wise
belly dome
& I'm
burned
freckled
& follied
all my friends
are not waving
but downing
23 August 2009
from the notebook
Milky Bar
I'm in a Polish
Milky Bar
&
plump ladies
are sweating
into
my gulasz
Sopot August 17th 2009
this sun brings me
back to 21 this sun
in Sopot
when with pierced ear
I did wear
a wet
suit on my
honeymoon
where are you oh
travel mates
I've leaked
into
the sea
oh woman hobbling
in canary shirt
I'm here
on this bench
I've misread &
mistimed
my trains
soon the light will
go but now
it's a blue dome
love is an intervention
in this quantum
universe
&
everything
is imprinted
with what
it once
was
farewell oh
bushy
clumps & crotch
hugging
jeans
----------------------------------------
By Jove!
this is
specjal Jasny
Pełny
with
spicy bird
nuts
There is
a pump
for sok
juice
there are straws
for gals
and plum
and cherry
wodka
oh
my
Elblagians
who
pull fish
from the canal
Vipered &
versed I still
go ill with fear
of the golden mean &
urban sprawl
this grip is
extensive
expensive
expansive
I bend my
ear
to the
tombs.
I'm in a Polish
Milky Bar
&
plump ladies
are sweating
into
my gulasz
Sopot August 17th 2009
this sun brings me
back to 21 this sun
in Sopot
when with pierced ear
I did wear
a wet
suit on my
honeymoon
where are you oh
travel mates
I've leaked
into
the sea
oh woman hobbling
in canary shirt
I'm here
on this bench
I've misread &
mistimed
my trains
soon the light will
go but now
it's a blue dome
love is an intervention
in this quantum
universe
&
everything
is imprinted
with what
it once
was
farewell oh
bushy
clumps & crotch
hugging
jeans
----------------------------------------
By Jove!
this is
specjal Jasny
Pełny
with
spicy bird
nuts
There is
a pump
for sok
juice
there are straws
for gals
and plum
and cherry
wodka
oh
my
Elblagians
who
pull fish
from the canal
Vipered &
versed I still
go ill with fear
of the golden mean &
urban sprawl
this grip is
extensive
expensive
expansive
I bend my
ear
to the
tombs.
21 August 2009
Arsenal (North London)
Dante falls
into a swoon
before a large &
vocal crowd
that miserable
throng of lost
champions
get their lukewarm
without hope
no baptism
oh geezers
come clean
a flush
in the
industrial twat
into a swoon
before a large &
vocal crowd
that miserable
throng of lost
champions
get their lukewarm
without hope
no baptism
oh geezers
come clean
a flush
in the
industrial twat
Soho (Central London)
cartoon dreams with
cartoon erection
crossing into divinity
with hot rain with hot
sand in the eye
the bird in your bum
is free take it on
the chin take it on
the cheek
baffling wings
of a grin
cartoon erection
crossing into divinity
with hot rain with hot
sand in the eye
the bird in your bum
is free take it on
the chin take it on
the cheek
baffling wings
of a grin
19 August 2009
North Seoul
into the world into the
cowshit &
gold painted
nightsweats
with Mr. Goar
I left my broken watch
in Jakjeon but picked up
a hipper one in Myeong Dong
DAE HA MIN GUK!
cowshit &
gold painted
nightsweats
with Mr. Goar
I left my broken watch
in Jakjeon but picked up
a hipper one in Myeong Dong
DAE HA MIN GUK!
17 August 2009
this is the wee baker boy that saved Elblag
Long long ago this small lad saved Elblag from the invasion of Teutonic knights by closing the city gates with his shovel:
16 August 2009
14 August 2009
Warszawa bombardowanie
Absolutely amazing trip to Warsaw for three days. Grzegorz Wroblewski was an incredible host. He took me under his wing and I will never ever forget it. An amazing warm genuine human being and poet.
On the last day the poet, translator, future diplomat, and historian Dorota Sobstel was my host. Again, another incredible human being.
I saw an outdoor play about the second Warsaw uprising (after the first Jewish ghetto uprising). 250,000 Polish civilians were murdered in 60 days. Warsaw was in ruins. They started the uprising because they believed the Russians were close to the capital and were going to liberate them. However, the Russians only watched and let the Germans do their dirty work. Then they moved in. And took over.
I went to Warsaw, in part, to meet lots of poets and editors. Grzegorz introduced me. We were hanging in the old town of Warsaw as part of the bombardment of poems. Polish and Chilean poetry fell from the sky.
Very grateful I got to see this. Fantastic!!!
Here is a wee video of the event on youtube:
Warsaw bombardment
On the last day the poet, translator, future diplomat, and historian Dorota Sobstel was my host. Again, another incredible human being.
I saw an outdoor play about the second Warsaw uprising (after the first Jewish ghetto uprising). 250,000 Polish civilians were murdered in 60 days. Warsaw was in ruins. They started the uprising because they believed the Russians were close to the capital and were going to liberate them. However, the Russians only watched and let the Germans do their dirty work. Then they moved in. And took over.
I went to Warsaw, in part, to meet lots of poets and editors. Grzegorz introduced me. We were hanging in the old town of Warsaw as part of the bombardment of poems. Polish and Chilean poetry fell from the sky.
Very grateful I got to see this. Fantastic!!!
Here is a wee video of the event on youtube:
Warsaw bombardment
6 August 2009
5 August 2009
Alien Memory Machine (London section)
This is the second first draft of a poem from today. The 2nd poem written in Poland 2009.
London Bridge
Hey baby give
me yr light
cock chump call
whoa whoa whoooa
rob the rambling wind
fickle yrself sick
with yr puddyslope
plaster my soul's
soul never skips
more's the pity
sip desires
elsewhere balkerings
of bacteria and blooddust
spot on my rain dabbed
minions my damned rats
my buccolic caesars
in the pokka dot shafts
in the flame cycles
with mountains
of chips & slithering
ale we've got
our mouths
on yr fraudulent
chalk a weltering
rook with pensive
swine in their arm-
chairs my nose
is in yr cadaver in yr
spuddertalk against
yon bridge with your
splatwisdom and crumbling
nudes we touch yr turrents
we touch yr androids yr lusty
inhale bonjella on the
gums brunettes tripping
me on the tattered angels
I used to believe in
a little bleary-eyed
snowcone our light
debt is blue the color
of livid yellow goes
the cracked yammer
London Bridge
Hey baby give
me yr light
cock chump call
whoa whoa whoooa
rob the rambling wind
fickle yrself sick
with yr puddyslope
plaster my soul's
soul never skips
more's the pity
sip desires
elsewhere balkerings
of bacteria and blooddust
spot on my rain dabbed
minions my damned rats
my buccolic caesars
in the pokka dot shafts
in the flame cycles
with mountains
of chips & slithering
ale we've got
our mouths
on yr fraudulent
chalk a weltering
rook with pensive
swine in their arm-
chairs my nose
is in yr cadaver in yr
spuddertalk against
yon bridge with your
splatwisdom and crumbling
nudes we touch yr turrents
we touch yr androids yr lusty
inhale bonjella on the
gums brunettes tripping
me on the tattered angels
I used to believe in
a little bleary-eyed
snowcone our light
debt is blue the color
of livid yellow goes
the cracked yammer
Alien Memory Machine (South Korea section)
the jizism girls
sit in their jizism
windows take your
faith & kick
it out the window
we'll clay our way
out of this dark
I'm working on
working on
erasing you
I'm on my loneliness
with my fat lips
I'm drumpy
you're simple
I'm considering
drinking
your ass juice
to whom do I
spread to whom
do I crack
open soften
inside slime
into the grind
a bliss cup
among the towers
pain became
a passage
a puppet
a muppet
a beauty bar
twigs in the twaggle
bakelight inside
the mouthcharts
don't make me
sweat
do not wear
do not make me
make me wear
flares do not
make me
spit cherry pits
stick glass in
tummy munch
Rumi let us
then mate
sit in their jizism
windows take your
faith & kick
it out the window
we'll clay our way
out of this dark
I'm working on
working on
erasing you
I'm on my loneliness
with my fat lips
I'm drumpy
you're simple
I'm considering
drinking
your ass juice
to whom do I
spread to whom
do I crack
open soften
inside slime
into the grind
a bliss cup
among the towers
pain became
a passage
a puppet
a muppet
a beauty bar
twigs in the twaggle
bakelight inside
the mouthcharts
don't make me
sweat
do not wear
do not make me
make me wear
flares do not
make me
spit cherry pits
stick glass in
tummy munch
Rumi let us
then mate
4 August 2009
Made it
Must cut nails. They click too much when I type. Must get a sim unlock. Must get my nose into this climate. Must find toilet trees. Must get groove. Must get back my rusty Polish phrases. Must ask for a Reklamoofka or bring my own. Must find a table and chair to write on. I have a sofa and bed and mini-man stool.
The air is dusty. There are two other natives in the three flat building. That's what we call ourselves. Natives. But we are not natives here. They are natives.
I'm back on the instant coffee looking for waking visions. I am still getting my bearings. My compass is spinning, still. I should be dancing. Was fur ein Beat hast du?
The air is dusty. There are two other natives in the three flat building. That's what we call ourselves. Natives. But we are not natives here. They are natives.
I'm back on the instant coffee looking for waking visions. I am still getting my bearings. My compass is spinning, still. I should be dancing. Was fur ein Beat hast du?
2 August 2009
3 more hours
until buses, trains, and planes to Elblag, Poland. I should arrive in Elblag a little before 1AM.
Need to look at my books again.
hanging at a friend's house by a canal in East London (Limetree). Lots of Boats. A fountain. Some ducks. Makes me want to try Tai Chi!
Need to look at my books again.
hanging at a friend's house by a canal in East London (Limetree). Lots of Boats. A fountain. Some ducks. Makes me want to try Tai Chi!
The weight of books
I keep throwing away clothes but I suppose I need to have more than jeans and t-shirts for a winter in Poland. Upped my limit to 25 kilos. I have 15 kilos with computer and books in my carry-on. Must unload books and get them shipped later. So what to take???
So far, from the top of my head, here are a few of the books I have packed for Poland:
1) Sean Bonney's Document, Baudelaire in English, Poisons their Anecdotes
2) Frances Kruk's A Discourse on Vegetation and Motion
3) Stephen Rodefer (as Jean Calais): Villion
4) Robert Duncan's Audit, 1967
5) Joe Donahue's Terra Lucida
6) Geraldine Monk's Ghost Sonnets
7) D.H. Lawrence's The Rainbow, England my England, The Kangaroo
8) Peter Jaeger's Prop
9) Tim Atkins Horace
10) Jeff Hilson's Stretchers and Bird Bird
11) Nate Tarn's Palenque
12) Joseph Ceravolo's The Green Lake is Awake
13) various little chapbooks/pamplets picked up at Soundeye like David Toms, Luke Roberts, Default pubs etc.
14) a copy of Minor American
15) Tom Raworth's Ace
16) Grzegorz Wroblewski's Our Flying Objects
17) Catherine Wagner's Hole in the Ground
18) Maggie o' Sullivan's Body of Work
19) Ken Edward's Nostalgia for Unknown Cities
20) Keston Sutherland's Hot White Andy
21) Marianne Morris's A new book from Barque Press, which they will probably not print
22) Linus Slug's The ffrass gazette
I will have to leave at least 40 kilos of books behind for now. How did I get around 60 kilos of modernist and contemporary poetry books in London in the course of about 9 months?
The price of a nomadic lifestyle is the loss of books! But they are building again. Hm . . .
So far, from the top of my head, here are a few of the books I have packed for Poland:
1) Sean Bonney's Document, Baudelaire in English, Poisons their Anecdotes
2) Frances Kruk's A Discourse on Vegetation and Motion
3) Stephen Rodefer (as Jean Calais): Villion
4) Robert Duncan's Audit, 1967
5) Joe Donahue's Terra Lucida
6) Geraldine Monk's Ghost Sonnets
7) D.H. Lawrence's The Rainbow, England my England, The Kangaroo
8) Peter Jaeger's Prop
9) Tim Atkins Horace
10) Jeff Hilson's Stretchers and Bird Bird
11) Nate Tarn's Palenque
12) Joseph Ceravolo's The Green Lake is Awake
13) various little chapbooks/pamplets picked up at Soundeye like David Toms, Luke Roberts, Default pubs etc.
14) a copy of Minor American
15) Tom Raworth's Ace
16) Grzegorz Wroblewski's Our Flying Objects
17) Catherine Wagner's Hole in the Ground
18) Maggie o' Sullivan's Body of Work
19) Ken Edward's Nostalgia for Unknown Cities
20) Keston Sutherland's Hot White Andy
21) Marianne Morris's A new book from Barque Press, which they will probably not print
22) Linus Slug's The ffrass gazette
I will have to leave at least 40 kilos of books behind for now. How did I get around 60 kilos of modernist and contemporary poetry books in London in the course of about 9 months?
The price of a nomadic lifestyle is the loss of books! But they are building again. Hm . . .
1 August 2009
moving time
Insane morning. Clean the flat. Fill the black bags. What to take and keep. I'm slouching towards another new life.
Leave the desk and chair. Sold the imac with big screen. Got an old laptop.
15 kg of clothes
15 kg of books
This is everything I own.
I wish I could narrow it more.
1.5 hours on train in a few hours to stay at Ewa's friends house. Tomorrow seven to eight hours of trains, buses, and planes to Elblag Poland.
gaining and losing what?
Time for a Lucas aid!
Leave the desk and chair. Sold the imac with big screen. Got an old laptop.
15 kg of clothes
15 kg of books
This is everything I own.
I wish I could narrow it more.
1.5 hours on train in a few hours to stay at Ewa's friends house. Tomorrow seven to eight hours of trains, buses, and planes to Elblag Poland.
gaining and losing what?
Time for a Lucas aid!
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