Thanks olive and wine

Insert the

Sit, This, Wire, Sit

Space: Grass

r.i.p. fur pod space

be grasses fur hearted all in over all in a calendar below all parts below the waist grasses bed bedded in my ears nose in all the chairs ghost ghost all the grass sand in the chairs and lick the pepper pot clean so all the peppers grow not grass fur running up flopping up sitting up stretch fur bitten every pen every bag every chord heart again fur under around feet furred to fur toes

Space Ago

I remember ... back when I skated we had a philosophy about life and wheels and falling: you work hard, go am, go pro. A lot has happened since then, but a little of the fun seems lost … am I talking in general? But, here’s one of my own heroes and what it meant then to work hard at enjoying yourself … oh, shit, did I say ENJOY?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUX2Pmkpfzo

Just in case

we forget:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fga787iJ-1Q

and pass into a language we forget.

The Futility Review

I’ve finally made (enter). I prostrate before The Futility Review for accepting my work for rejection in the Winter 1998 issue. 1998 was a good year, I think. It’s an honor to be rejected along such great poets.

Sad # ...

What a great reading. What great work. What great conversation. What a wonderful feeling to have poems alive. Wow. If you saw it, if you are here, you know. If not, well. JMW NEG JM JG = force.

Space XVIII

I love that words bind, fill covers. To disappoint, to be enlivened, to feel living in covers in words, covered. Terrible the words all over the page … an mla format dished out as though: not a (thing of thing). But, the particular thing in words all over words (a neighborhood of words, a community) in covers. What do ears hear in words (the regular ears, not the ear) in the all over the page words. What corpse, words in covers, what a peeping to corpse under covers. Covers, they say, are nothing. Under covers, they say not much about. Some say in the covers … oh, actually, layer, or a cover in a cover, they like that … they are guilty as we. Undercover words, poor words, cover. Cover the page-cover (cover of cover) so, a layer of words cover themselves. A warm. A cold. Ah. An ah. Which one? Yes, which.