bye, bye, pont. bye, bye, happiness.

this is from the summer.

i can't stop listening to this song

it's pont's last night here. i am very torn up because of it. we had sad hour at vine street. 

i had to write up a summary for laird about brian evenson (i hope everyone is reading fugue state)'s visit. it went like so:

The workshop Friday started with making a character sketch. We were then asked to translate the character to one sentence and talk about what we're looking for in a character and why. Brian then passed out a collection of quotes that discussed how some writers/theorists have thought about character. We talked more about character: What things can you get rid of? Is there anything essential for a character's existence? We also listed our favorite characters and discussed them.

my fav. quote from the day: "when you ask a waiter how he's doing, the last thing you want to know is how he's doing."

Saturday:

We talked about narrative: What do you need in order to have a story (The Dinosaur: When he awoke it was still there. --is this a story?). Brian handed out some things from the Far Side, and we discussed in detail what was happening in each narrative. We also presented our first sentences and discussed the possibilities of where the sentences could go, and our expectations of where they were going.

fav. quote (or quote-type phrase): Fiction is not something that exists outside of life--it can change us, have an impact on us.

they were great workshops.

here is a diagram of a back device (i wish i knew who made it): 

we can't afford to be innocent

some things from today

an interview with rb's first wife.

"suddenly everything belongs in california," (the california poem)

"what more, to carry the thing through?" (wcw, bookI, paterson)

my life
  by water
      hear

spring's
   first frog
      or board

out on the cold
    ground
        giving

muskrats
   gnawing
       doors

to wild green
   arts and letters
       rabbits

raided
   my lettuce
       one boat

two--
   pointed toward
      my shore

thru birdstart
   wingdrip
      weed-drift

of the soft
   and serious--
      water

(lorine niedecker)

my new favorite

book

happy late birthday

yesterday was richard brautigan's birthday. i stayed in bed. and later, i woke up and went to the store to buy ingredients for a cake, but instead bought bread pudding and it tasted like eggs and perfume.

today we went to bishop castle:

this picture reminds me of mirrormirror

 

this is pont at some nice mountain place

 

we went to a snow river

 

my best friend came over for a visit

 

this is pont's view of the castle

i deleted my myspace account.

the reason i couldn't do it before was because there was a message there i could never read. it was sitting there, unread, for two years.

a lot of times, i would open the account and look at the message being there, but i would always log out without opening it. 


it was from melissa, about her sister michelle. michelle was my best friend for a long time. melissa was too.

yesterday, i read it.

what i thought it would say, how michelle died, it didn't.

i don't know why i read it. i always thought something dramatic would have to happen in order for me to open it, but nothing happened at all--i just woke up and read it. i didn't even have to talk myself into it.

now i wish it was still there.

who doctor who

i want this

who doctor who was one of my grandpa's favorite horses. pontiac and i were talking about aksarben (this is a whole site about it). it was the horse track i grew up in. when i was there, we would eat at joe tess and i would eat pickles and rye bread. that's what i got at the store tonight so i could eat it and remember all these things.

there have been 27 revolutions

and rebellions in the most recent ten years. and probably more. i feel like memorizing something. a list if things. like all of the revolutions. or all of the parts of my bicycle. i also feel like reading about old things. i feel like reading civil war literature. or going to a civil war reenactment. there is a place called missouri town that i went to once. you get to live in the 19th century if you go there.

i've been reading a lot of baudelaire this week. he says this: "modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable."

i have to use a picture of me for an author photo. here is one that has the sky in it so it is my favorite. i hope i get to use it.

and here is an even better one, but i'm an animal in it, so i probably can't use it

submissions

this awesome place is accepting your things!

Super Arrow, the online journal for experiments in writing and art, has re-opened submissions through 3.31.10 for Issue 2.

Visit the blog at superarrow.blogspot.com for guidelines and the new assignment: CROWDMAP.

Dig into Issue 1 at superarrow.org, and e-mail superarrowfliestrue@gmail.com with questions.

meme

i found out something new.

that apparently is something old.