RE: REACT

RE: Coming soon

Will read from this new publication March 31, Raven Bookstore, Lawrence, Ks.

RE: Perfect quote!

Hillary Clinton Calls Al Jazeera 'Real News,' Criticizes U.S. Media 

First Posted: 03/ 3/11 12:57 PM Updated: 03/ 3/11 01:11 PM

Secretary of State Hillary Clinton said Wednesday that Al Jazeera is gaining more prominence in the U.S. because it offers "real news"--something she said American media were falling far short of doing.

Clinton was speaking before the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, and she said the U.S. is losing the "information war" in the world. One of the reasons she cited for this was the quality of channels like Al Jazeera.

"Viewership of Al Jazeera is going up in the United States because it's real news," she said. "You may not agree with it, but you feel like you're getting real news around the clock instead of a million commercials and, you know, arguments between talking heads and the kind of stuff that we do on our news which, you know, is not particularly informative to us, let alone foreigners."

RE: Big book reminds me of this

Recently Iowa poet David Morice submitted a really big book to local university.  Here it is:

Then I remember what I submitted to anthology: "American Poets Say Goodbye to 20th Century" back in 1996.  Edited by Andrie Codrescu and Laura Rosenthal.

Crappy image...but you get the point...I submitted three 'blank' poems.    I applaud the editors, those nutty editors,  for including a 'no response' 'response'.  This looms big on my vita...oh yeah.

RE: Stay tuned for more of this(or send me more from u)

POEM


I, Maximus of Gloucester, to You

BY CHARLES OLSON



Off-shore, by islands hidden in the blood    (why don’t you say what you mean, dude)

                                         jewels & miracles, I, Maximus (could you find another name, please)
                                         a metal hot from boiling water, tell you
                                         what is a lance, who obeys the figures of
                                         the present dance (IF THIS IS SOME SORT OF SEX IMAGE, YOU SUCK)


1

the thing you’re after
may lie around the bend
of the nest (second, time slain, the bird! the bird! (no one should talk about mom like that, ahole)
And there! (strong) thrust, the mast! flight (or like tht!!!)

                                                       (of the bird
                                                       o kylix, o
                                                       Antony of Padua
                                                       sweep low, o bless (O O O OMG get me outta here)



the roofs, the old ones, the gentle steep ones
on whose ridge-poles the gulls sit, from which they depart, (how fucking old and boring can yu get)

                                                                      And the flake-racks

of my city! (are you trying to say, dude , that your city stinks of bird shit and rotten fish….cool man)

RE: Absorbtion

This is  what I have been reading/viewing, daily, for last couple months...clicking through each morning.  Not, of course, the only thing...but this regularly.

blogs:  catherine daly,  susan smith nash, megan kaminski, eileen tabios, anne boyer, nada gordan, dodie bellamy, chris murray, shannon compton, lyn heijinian, joy leftow,  tavi gevenson, maryrose larkin.

russian tv - the alayona show especially when sara benincasa is guest

Intense, provoking, demanding, painful, sad and mad funny, mad smart, mad stab too.  If the www  is  a party there is much life to it for sure.

RE: remember this

Long time ago at a Zap comix party in North Beach with S. Clay Wilson, old Lawrence buddy.  Was late and I am leaving.  Say to Wils "I'm going home."  He says: "Go outside.  I'll get you a ride."  I lived in Haight then, long walk from North Beach, but went out and sat on curb of deserted Grant St.  Up came a paisly painted porche 911, door opened. a voice like mine now hollared:  "Mcarrrrrry you wanna ride?"  It was Janis and we flew to the Haight stopping not once for any lights...red, green, yellow or whatnot.  It was perfect end to good nite.  Her roommate was a friend of Wils .  We got to Haight and she pulled up and jumped out.  Me too. Said "later" to each other and went on home. Then she died.  .

Sometime in 1990's and I am in Lawrence.  Stopped at bookstore on way to Burroughs house to cook him meat loaf dinner.  Kathy Acker in store sitting, bald headed at a computer.  I asked her if she wanted to come to Williams for dinner.  She said no, she was doing some research.  Who knew.  She was bald.  It was a style.  I was ignorant.  She stayed in Lawrence a while and then went back to NYC.  And died from her cancer. 

I have a  copy of Pussy King of the Pirates signed by Acker  that I am saving for the poet AB's daugher in OP.  Maybe when she is older.  It is also signed by S Clay Wilson who did the end papers for Acker.  He is now slowly disappearing physically, mentally and spiritually as a result of a traumatic brain injury. 

Sue and I just got back from a trip to Mexico.  It was warm and full of life.  I could die now.  Not the best thing but then again.......what is?   Oh wait I have a reading scheduled on March 31!

Lot of talk around poetics webworld about maleness, meanness, fuckyouness, I am pissedoffness....hateness and endless..........stuff................

I have done what I done.  Done it.  What more to do.  Can be done.