tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4816993495537294872024-03-21T00:47:45.369-07:00A Walker Walking Too, Walkerkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-49787662163645163292012-02-18T13:08:00.001-08:002012-02-18T13:30:26.879-08:00Know Your Neighborhood BillionairesI don't know much about this man but I am certainly going to try to find out more. Frank VanderSloot is his name and pyramid schemes, pedophilia cover up, and anti-gay propaganda are his games. You can read all about this bozo <a href="http://www.salon.com/2012/02/17/billionaire_romney_donor_uses_threats_to_silence_critics/singleton/">here</a>.<br /><br />This story brings me back to 2004. I was sitting in the student union at the University of Nebraska with my then roommate and now best friend Paul. We were eating dinner, quite possibly Chinese as the Runza had yet to open at this point, and your classic pyramid scheme schlub was selling his scheme to some innocent, freshmen, most likely strapped for cash. It was difficult for us not to overhear what this dude was telling this kid as we were sitting right next to him. What Paul did next will not only tell you a little bit about Paul as a person, but tell you a little bit about why I consider him my best friend. Paul leans over to me as if he was going to tell me a secret and says softly, "Hey, Kyle..." I lean over closer, Paul hesitates a moment and replies, "looks like we've got a PYRAMID SCHEME GOING ON!" "PYRAMID SCHEME!" "PYRAMID SCHEME!" "PYRAMID SCHEME!" and so on and so forth.<br /><br />This anecdote is relevant here not because I wanted to tell you about Paul necessarily, but to say sometimes we need to be that guy who stands up for people who don't know any better. That freshmen looking for a job. I'm being Paul for those boy scouts Frank VanderSloot doesn't give a fuck about protecting. I'm being Paul for the silence Frank VanderSloot pushes. I'm being Paul for people who aren't in it for themselves.<br /><br />FUCK YOU, FRANK VANDERSLOOT. FUCK YOU.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.threadbombing.com/data/media/29/save_the_planet_kill_yourself.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://www.threadbombing.com/data/media/29/save_the_planet_kill_yourself.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-90380195665734311882011-04-28T16:48:00.000-07:002011-04-28T16:54:29.773-07:00Catchya a CarpNever actually do.<br />Stupid lily pad's<br />stupid. <span style="color:#ffffff;">xxxxxx</span><span style="color:#000000;">Or</span><br />the accuracy in<br />the baiting. What<br />of it--worms and<br />creamed kernels<br />of corn musked by<br />all the tackle's plastic<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">xxxxxxxx</span><span style="color:#000000;">flies off</span><br />the hook's <em>anyhow</em>.<br />But I forget I'm sick<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">xxxxx</span><span style="color:#000000;">of fishing. And I</span><br />forget I'm always sick<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">xxxxxxxxxxxxx</span><span style="color:#000000;">fishing.</span><br />Of what--we are grateful<br />for life? A snap<br />(save) of the swivel<br />(me)--damn<br />bass stole the hard<br />hope of inadequate<br />tess. All's control,<br />supposing to be my<br />Canada, is minimal.<br />Supposing to be my own<br />great luff--a following<br />of an other's will.<br />The world allows us<br />to move: the catching of<br />a whale<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">xxxxxx</span><span style="color:#000000;">in a lake. The fight</span><br />of it--but look! Two<br />red lighters on the floor<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx</span><span style="color:#000000;">over there.</span>khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-89532534136589112892010-12-01T14:32:00.000-08:002010-12-01T14:37:28.918-08:00The First Winter SnowOh, pretty girl, you have trapped<div>yourself in the wrong body. Twenty</div><div>extra pounds hang like a lumpy</div><div>tapestry on your perfect mammal nature.</div><div><br /></div><div>Three months ago you were like a</div><div>deer staring at the first winter snow.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now Aphrodite thumbs her nose at you</div><div>and tells stories behind your back.</div><div><br /></div><div>-Richard Brautigan</div>khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-1320416210639504282010-11-16T19:21:00.000-08:002010-11-16T19:51:06.275-08:00Re: WordsworthAs I venture further into Wordsworth's 1805 Prelude I have noticed striking similarities and poetic aesthetic choices within it that many of my favorite, more contemporary poets continue to utilize (not to mention my own work). This could quite possibly be the greatest poem I have read to date. This poem seems to be, at least so far (I just finished Book 3 of 13), strictly procedural. What I mean is that Wordsworth's Prelude is a poem about the instance of its making. There is a presence of the present within the poem that is at play with the fact that the poem itself is referential to its own past as well as Wordsworth's. There is more poetic insight within this poem than an actual poem, and therein lies its strangeness--this is first and foremost a poem, but unlike his contemporaries and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">predecessors</span>, Wordsworth's own poetic process is being evaluated throughout. It's a poem for poets--a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">proclamation</span> of ambition and failure and success all at the same moment. The poem reads as if it were written in the 20<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> century at times and is as fresh today (to me) as it was in 1805. My appreciation for Wordsworth before diving into his work the past few months was marginal at best. I would encourage all of you to revisit those poets you may have, at some point, dismissed for whatever reason. There may be the greatest poem ever written awaiting you.<div><br /></div><div>Some favorite portions:</div><div><br /></div><div>And now it would content me to yield up</div><div>Those lofty hopes awhile, for present gifts</div><div>Of humbler industry. But, o dear friend,</div><div>The poet, gentle creature as he is,</div><div>Has like the lover his unruly times -</div><div>His fits when he is neither sick nor well,</div><div>Though no distress be near him but his own</div><div>Unmanageable thoughts. (Wordsworth, Prelude, Book I, Lines 142-149)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ah me, that all</div><div>The terrors, all the early miseries,</div><div>Regrets, vexations, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lassitudes</span>, that all</div><div>The thoughts and feelings which have been infused</div><div>Into my mind, should ever have made up</div><div>The calm existence that is mine when I</div><div>Am worthy of myself. (Wordsworth, Prelude, Book I, Lines 355-361)</div>khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-69347472646442919562010-09-01T09:20:00.000-07:002010-09-01T09:39:43.057-07:00BackWhen we last left our hero...<br /><br />Read as much Wordsworth as you can. So I'm taking the graduate seminar, "Wordsworth and His Circle" with Martin Corless-Smith. I was always intrigued by the romantics for their audacity to write poems to essentially save the world. There isn't that kind of poetics any longer, or if there is, I haven't come across it yet. An explanation for this, I will posit, stems from our(poets) lack of ambition. Ambition not only insofar as production and output of poems, but a lack of concern for the grandness of what a poem can be. I'm not saying this is a new end of mine by any means. However, it is interesting to read poems and read about poets, who at one point, believed poetry could achieve certain things that a variety of wars, genocides, and indifference seem to have swept away.<br /><br />That being said, what is poetry? According to Martin, poetry is seen by many (and this was prefaced with the idea that poetry has in fact earned this reputation) as, "a parlor game for intellectuals." This, as far as I can tell, may indeed be the case. Who reads poems outside of poets? My stance on publishing is ambivalence and indifference. A poem is something that is and will always be regardless of whether it is published today, tomorrow, or the next decade. What do I get outside of some fleeting feeling of satisfaction from seeing my name/poem in print? My ultimate satisfaction is the poem. The poem will figure itself out eventually--both in its eventual becoming and being, as well as ultimate end point. Whatever dusty notebook/laptop/anthology/collection that might be.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.epoetry.org/issues/issue6/text/cnotes/corlesssmithphoto.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 220px; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.epoetry.org/issues/issue6/text/cnotes/corlesssmithphoto.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Martin :)khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-13322417836434629552010-05-23T21:02:00.001-07:002010-05-23T21:02:59.070-07:00Let's Get Together<object width="430" height="275" id="delve_playerf41db15d64b449eaa0064d5529d83f23334260o" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"><param name="movie" value="http://assets.delvenetworks.com/player/loader.swf"/><param name="wmode" value="window"/><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/><param name="flashvars" value="mediaId=f8ad754bdb0949ce9d22ce8496c32040&channelId=3d9c08cf2e5041249197901b6c2accfd&playerForm=88a26316a62d4655a806dda0da4e95ca&autoplayNextClip=true"/><embed src="http://assets.delvenetworks.com/player/loader.swf" name="delve_playerf41db15d64b449eaa0064d5529d83f23334260e" wmode="window" width="430" height="275" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="mediaId=f8ad754bdb0949ce9d22ce8496c32040&channelId=3d9c08cf2e5041249197901b6c2accfd&playerForm=88a26316a62d4655a806dda0da4e95ca&autoplayNextClip=true"></embed></object>khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-68269413311717872572010-04-23T11:45:00.000-07:002010-04-23T11:47:32.709-07:00oh, this guy<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBNjHgd6BhI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBNjHgd6BhI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-88710931013519059182010-04-05T12:18:00.000-07:002010-04-05T12:24:17.481-07:00DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM<span style="font-style:italic;"></span>Possibly and perhaps set out<br />to watch the clouding willows droop<br />though a storm returned the borrowed sky<br />tomorrow did not reply.<br /><br />-N.H. Pritchardkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-71102008870586175792010-03-16T13:07:00.000-07:002010-03-16T13:12:50.343-07:00PerspectiveThe only thing that's capital-T True is that you get to decide how you're gonna try to see it. This, I submit, is the freedom of a real education, of learning how to be well- adjusted. You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn't. You get to decide what to worship. Because here's something else that's weird but true: in the day-to day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship -- be it JC or Allah, bet it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles -- is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things, if they are where you tap real meaning in life, then you will never have enough, never feel you have enough. It's the truth. Worship your body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly. And when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally grieve you. On one level we all know this stuff already. It's been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, epigrams, parables; the skeleton of every great story. The whole trick is keeping the e truth up front in daily consciousness. Worship power, you will end up feeling weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to numb you to your own fear. Worship your intellect being seen as smart, you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. But the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they're evil or sinful, it's that they're unconscious. They are default settings. They're the kind of worship you just gradually slip into, day after day, getting more and more selective about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware that that's what you're doing. -- D.F.W.khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-59679830582160186912010-02-16T14:19:00.000-08:002010-02-16T14:22:27.955-08:00Mom QuotesI'm curious to see some of your (if there are actually any of you out there) favorite mom quotes. <br /><br />Mom's are classic.<br /><br />"I found what I believe to be, a marijuana" - my momkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-19670721849150076352010-02-11T10:23:00.000-08:002010-02-11T10:25:54.221-08:00the new and improvedKyle J Karate<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8yafskifuuxPcJBH4P2TjYuFcELDY78GFy3AIKugLjMuETgRGScxVDewCcsJK0cHdIibOHZHeWRPNdYHJBFUa1xxY_8CS7LGwcb3CnQaUWUGofSwoxhtzKZJQiA2lyClijJZHbJwrG34B/s1600-h/west.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437053607207666146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8yafskifuuxPcJBH4P2TjYuFcELDY78GFy3AIKugLjMuETgRGScxVDewCcsJK0cHdIibOHZHeWRPNdYHJBFUa1xxY_8CS7LGwcb3CnQaUWUGofSwoxhtzKZJQiA2lyClijJZHbJwrG34B/s320/west.jpg" border="0" /></a>khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-21192477959676385532010-02-10T07:23:00.000-08:002010-02-10T07:26:33.801-08:00Omar<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oYj7q_by_2E&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oYj7q_by_2E&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />One of my favorite fictional characters.khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-20777725272839625942010-02-08T20:54:00.000-08:002010-02-08T20:58:07.177-08:00{{{{{DUDUDUDUDUDUDUDUDUDU}}}}}}<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://stereogum.com/img/pitchfork2007/deerhunter18.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 677px;" src="http://stereogum.com/img/pitchfork2007/deerhunter18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />April 4, 2010. 8:00 p.m. The Bourbon Theater. Lincoln, Nebraska.khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-70956177140626835342010-02-03T12:26:00.000-08:002010-02-03T13:40:54.582-08:00Hip Hopis better when it's more about, "Money, gear, drugs, guns, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Goodyears</span>" than your typical, disingenuous, socially conscious bull you hear in groups such as, Blue Scholars (I saw them recently--not impressed). Having a so called, "social conscious," regardless of artistic context, takes the art out of the social; it makes the artist more apparent than the art.<br /><br /><object id="delve_playerf41db15d64b449eaa0064d5529d83f23334260o" height="275" width="430" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"><param name="_cx" value="11377"><param name="_cy" value="7276"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://assets.delvenetworks.com/player/loader.swf"><param name="Src" value="http://assets.delvenetworks.com/player/loader.swf"><param name="WMode" value="Window"><param name="Play" value="-1"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value=""><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://assets.delvenetworks.com/player/loader.swf" name="delve_playerf41db15d64b449eaa0064d5529d83f23334260e" wmode="window" width="430" height="275" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="mediaId=a1b81d4f0b8443aabaa1e488d616639d&playerForm=88a26316a62d4655a806dda0da4e95ca&autoplayNextClip=true"></embed></object><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Raekwon's</span> music, although likely exaggerated and embellished (but what good art isn't?), exposes much more of the hip hop culture than anything a group that editorializes their particular point of view could ever do.<br /><br />Overtly politicized art is half art as far as I am concerned. Art can only reach as far as its fundamental limitations will allow. Therefore, art based in the ideas, policies, and consciouses of others' is art that only belongs to that artist insofar as they have developed these things for themselves.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Raekwon</span> is an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">artIst</span>. His songs grow past society's limitations in a way that use a sort of social artifice to recognize culture in a way that allows the product to be the product, as opposed to an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">auxiliary</span> end to the producer. Right?khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-78155419678760443272010-02-01T12:31:00.000-08:002010-02-01T12:34:57.699-08:00Some of my poemspublished <a href="http://backroomlive.wordpress.com/">here</a>.khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-48588454917990339852010-01-28T12:22:00.000-08:002010-01-28T12:47:39.638-08:00A Poet You Should Know IsMartha Ronk. While in Chicago last week I spent a fair amount of time at Powell's thumbing through their used poetry. I found a book called <em>Why/Why Not</em>.<br /><br /><div><div></div><a href="http://www.diesel-ebooks.com/mas_assets/full/9780520937116.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://www.diesel-ebooks.com/mas_assets/full/9780520937116.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div> </div><div>Here's a sneak peak:</div><br /><div><em>GETTING A HOLD</em> </div><br /><div>The foreign objects are related to the accent<br />adopted on moving to the coast or the slang she picked up later<br />slung across the countertop or the glassy essence she was<br />drinking from a transparent object she got in a pawnshop<br />which defines what it’s like to hold a cup.<br /><br />Or water running through one’s hands.<br /><br />She meant to bring him some as well<br />and an invitation to an occasion she couldn’t name<br />like “getting hold of yourself” is wrapping a hand around<br />or a way of phrasing a song too fast to catch the words.</div><br /><br /><div>Two more poems <a href="http://jacketmagazine.com/13/ronk-three-poems.html">here</a>.</div></div>khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-16003383817978018922010-01-20T11:37:00.000-08:002010-01-20T11:39:19.781-08:00Re: Vampire Weekend"They're good if you dig that Paul Simon rip off kind of thing. Which I do." - Paul<br /><br />Meh.khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-74073565579925885072010-01-13T09:49:00.000-08:002010-01-13T09:50:13.831-08:00Rotating Kitchen<object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7887463&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7887463&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/7887463">rotating kitchen</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user2703787">Zeger Reyers</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-64816536590123768352010-01-12T11:14:00.000-08:002010-01-12T11:35:18.711-08:00A State of AffairsOnly 8.3% of Americans read poetry in 2008 (cha cha cha cha ch-eeck it <a href="http://www.nea.gov/research/2008-SPPA.pdf">out</a>) That's approximately 25,000,000 people. I wonder how many of those people read something written within the last 10 years. Even within the last 50. Contemporary poetry, I would ASSUME, has a much different audience. 1%? It would be reassuring if it was even that.<br /><br /><blockquote><blockquote><p>with my poems I am purchased<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx</span>tonight I believe this<br /><br />vision rises like light to its wave<br /><br />the exact moment a poem dies it takes root </p></blockquote><p>- Tony Tost, from <em>Elephant and Obelisk </em>(Published <a href="http://www.octopusmagazine.com/issue12/main.html">here</a>) </p></blockquote>khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-29463263950552001772010-01-12T07:49:00.001-08:002010-01-12T07:49:42.473-08:00Graham Foust<object height="267" width="400"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2109097&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=2109097&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="267"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/2109097">Graham Foust</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user337051">joshuamarie</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</p>khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-58402906524423365112010-01-07T08:15:00.000-08:002010-01-07T08:16:30.002-08:00St. Vincent<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jooj-7-IICs&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jooj-7-IICs&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-51648871522169810182010-01-04T13:14:00.000-08:002010-01-05T09:28:11.935-08:00Chicago Checklist:I'm going to Chicago (I've never been) on January 22, 2010 until January 26, 2010. I will be compiling a list of things I would like to see while I am there.<br /><br />I'd like to check <a href="http://www.poetrycenter.org/index.php">this place</a> out, and hopefully have some sort of conversation with someone involved with <a href="http://www.poetrycenter.org/node/26">this</a>. This is the sort of thing I'm interested in pursuing at some point in my life.<br /><br />As much as I dislike poetry readings, in general, it might be nice to expose myself to a variety of them, demographically. I feel like Chicago might be more engaging? That still will do nothing for my inability to pay attention (unless you're Peter Gizzi) to your poems. Maybe they'll have an overhead projector? I could think of worse things to do, however. I might want to check <a href="http://chicagopoetrycalendar.blogspot.com/2009/12/myopic-poetry-series-january-2010.html">this</a> out. ***EDIT-Judging by the quick google search of the poets reading, I'm not so sure.***<br /><br />The Art Institute of Chicago appears to have some interesting exhibitions showing during my time there. <a href="http://www.artic.edu/aic/exhibitions/exhibition/bonvicini">This</a> looks interesting, among other <a href="http://www.artic.edu/aic/exhibitions/current.php">things</a>. I don't know much about the Museum of Contemporary Art, but it could prove to be <a href="http://www.mcachicago.org/exhibitions/index.php">interesting</a>?<br /><br />I've heard good things about <a href="http://www.powellschicago.com/">POWELLS</a>, but have never had the opportunity to see what it's all about. If any of you have any book requests, let me know.<br /><br />This is more of a blog for me to keep track of possibilities. Feel free to offer suggestions as, like I said, I've never been to Chicago.<br /><br />Update (01/05): <br /><br />FRI. 1/22/10 (10:00pm; $10)<br /><br />The Empty Bottle & Polyvinyl present "The Joan of Arc Don't Mind Control Variety Show"<br /><br />Featuring:<br />Josh Abrams related: DRMWPN, Town & Country<br />A Tundra<br />Disappears<br />Jeremy Boyle<br />Lites Alive<br />Matt Clark<br />Motel Smell<br />Owen<br />Pillars & Tongues<br />The Zoo Wheel<br />Tim Kinsella<br />Vacations<br />plus a special performance by Slick Conditions and other surprise special guests<br /><br />Out last month on Polyvinyl, Don’t Mind Control is a collection of 18 exclusive songs curated by JOAN OF ARC front man TIM KINSELLA from bands that all feature members who have played in JOAN OF ARC at one point in the band’s lustrous history. The release features the prowess of over 41 musicians and a 24 page photo book documenting KINSELLA and Co’s history of making music together. Tonight is a celebration of musical friendships and partnerships in the Chicago indie music scene that have changed and flourished over the last fifteen years.khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-58329949541108218482009-12-24T08:08:00.000-08:002009-12-24T08:20:43.254-08:00Akron/FamilyThis band is in my top two favorite live acts I've ever seen (along with Do Make Say Think). I stumbled upon this high quality performance of them that I would suggest you check out if the mood strikes you.<br /><br />Check out a bit of it here:<br /><br /><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gpPERdpCkuQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gpPERdpCkuQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />If you enjoyed that, check out the entire set here:<br /><br /><object height="340" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.amoeba.com/video-player/Akron_Family_FP_700/embed"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.amoeba.com/video-player/Akron_Family_FP_700/embed" width="480" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object><br /><br />Interview here:<br /><br /><object height="340" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.amoeba.com/video-player/Akron_Family_FF_700/embed"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.amoeba.com/video-player/Akron_Family_FF_700/embed" width="480" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object><br /><br />I saw these guys three times at South by Southwest in Austin, Texas last year. Shane and I traded whiskey shots with the drummer, where I drunkenly tried to make him promise to play in Lincoln over Omaha whenever they finally play in Nebraska. Still hasn't happened.khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-70468825568690486792009-12-22T09:21:00.001-08:002009-12-22T09:24:35.213-08:00A Poemcan start up or down. It begins in a way that any poet recognizes, and I think this poem by John Berryman actualizes that feeling, for me, in a way that might help you recognize your own feelings about a poem's beginnings.<br /><br /><em>Dream Song 29<br /></em>by John Berryman<em><br /><br />There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart<br />só heavy, if he had a hundred years<br />& more, & weeping, sleepless, in all them time<br />Henry could not make good.<br />Starts again always in Henry's ears<br />the little cough somewhere, an odour, a chime.<br /><br />And there is another thing he has in mind<br />like a grave Sienese face a thousand years<br />would fail to blur the still profiled reproach of. Ghastly,<br />with open eyes, he attends, blind.<br />All the bells say: too late. This is not for tears;<br />thinking.<br /><br />But never did Henry, as he thought he did,<br />end anyone and hacks her body up<br />and hide the pieces, where they may be found.<br />He knows: he went over everyone, & nobody's missing.<br />Often he reckons, in the dawn, them up.<br />Nobody is ever missing.</em>khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-481699349553729487.post-64139251283334592732009-12-21T09:56:00.001-08:002009-12-21T10:37:16.442-08:00Winter SolsticeHave a good one.<br /><br /><object width="400" height="225"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1546555&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1546555&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/1546555">Backstage Sessions : AA Bondy - Black Rain, Black Rain</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user367642">Hard to Find a Friend</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p><br />Thanks for the heads up, Jeff.khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03283325184849857138noreply@blogger.com2