in this spare room

cass mccombs at the library, first night, boston

2nd year of first night in boston; after tom got me hooked on cass mccombs' music, it turns out that he & his friends - jake & mollie (lighting), albert herter (film) - are lovely people too. they're on tour all of january.

2012 is the year of lace, the year of john & yoko.

reading the art of losing, edited by kevin young, and AVA by carole maso. feeling a little peace in shift. another key, another bed for now, another flight. no place to go but along with it.

the misfit, the judge

THE PRISONERS OF THE LITTLE BOX

Open little box

We kiss your bottom and cover
Keyhole and key

The whole world lies crumpled in you
It resembles everything
Except itself

Not even your clear-sky mother
Would recognize it any more

The rust will eat your key
Our world and us there inside
And finally you too

We kiss your four sides
And four corners
And twenty-four nails
And anything else you have

Open little box


by Vasko Popa



I'm writing a paper on Flannery O'Connor and Cormac McCarthy, the Grotesque, the Gothic. Violence, intelligence, religiosity.

Yesterday over Twitter I had a nice chat with Kelle Groom after we simultaneously posted about Francesca Woodman. Kelle is very lovely, & said that an excerpt from her forthcoming memoir would be in the same Ploughshares as my poem in the spring.

The Fader did a long profile on our mister Cass McCombs. Looking forward to seeing him & his crew over New Year's.

Remember sleep? I remember that.