A video poem

The Black Hole from Zachary Schomburg on Vimeo.

I met Zach briefly when he attended the University of Nebraska as a graduate student while I was there as an undergraduate. He was carrying around a workman's lunch pail that possibly had a matching thermos inside. I'm sure he does not remember my name, but he might possibly recognize my face if he saw me because of its recognizableness. This, of your poems, really shook me up. Thanks.

big time

So in a previous issue of The Benefactor, a collection of songs was included from the record label, North Pole Records (based out of Portland, OR). The Benefactor recently had a reading in Portland and invited one of the artists included on said collection, Road Race, to perform. Check this kid out:



And by kid, I mean kid. He is 9. I like to think this is what my friend Justin Flowers was like at this age.

plug for a good band

Deer Tick: To The City of Sin! TRAILER from indie outlaw on Vimeo.

Thursday, June 18, 2009. Deer Tick w/ UUVVWWZ and Manny Coon @ the Box Awesome in Lincoln, Nebraska. 9:00 p.m. Be there.

Warm weather

calls for swimming and drinking and smiling and sailing.



Enjoy!

fuck dean winters.

Robin Blaser,

one of my favorite poets, has died.

1925-2009



Waiting for Hours

listen, kid,there isn't anything but art
and the effort to turn it into
the same discourse as
everything else is
scientific
anfelism, disguised as
who-dun-it after all
on art, I'm a kind of
Fibber McGee and Molly
talkin' over the horseshoe
found in 1901--and should
I find three more, we
could have a game in
the backyard--close
the closet, undisturbed by
the ten-foot pole we
wouldn't touch anything
by, if offered--oh--
the hours remind me of
thirty robins' dreams,
snowflakes as big as cigarette
papers

the best thing ever said about me
critically was 'alien exotica'
but I looked out of my eyes at
the piano shawl and wondered
how the fringe could move so
ceaselessly over the fat back
and that was supposed to stop me
dead in my tracks--my job--my
heart--and anything I ever told you
that you believed--wow--magic
and disgusting fun people, also

I'm living in the modern age

?

If poems referencing The Odyssey or The Iliad were to cease from here on out, I'd be hard pressed to give a damn.