christmas in seattle

did i tell you i live with a heavy metal band now? they are called night shirt. they play loud screeching music for many hours at a time. sometimes they chant and sometimes they become banshees. everyone in seattle is a musician. when you meet them they begin, immediately, to play all of their music for you.

here is what it's like here for christmas

pont and i ate egg salad sandwiches, tomatoes and cold mashed potatoes for dinner. it was gross. our dining room table is a radiator box.

now i'm going to read mary ruefle's selected poems:

i realized i was becoming

impossible, more and more impossible,

and that one day it really would be true.

(from: how i became impossible)

if you were lonely

and you saw the earth

you'd think here is

the end of loneliness

and i have reached it by myself.

(from: the tenor of your yes)

i want to spend new year's eve here

lapush, washington:

"La Push above, 12 miles from Forks Washington is home to the Quileute Tribe. According to legend, the tribe was created from wolves by a supernatural transformer. The tribe's lineage stretches back thousands of years to the Ice Age, making them possibly the oldest inhabitants of the Pacific Northwest."

do you know the story of how james tate went to iowa?

one of the very best things that has happened to me is this 24hour coin-operated art gallery

another of the best things is that ts and i walked ellie to the water

the pont times

 

 

a week

a and i went to nederland, home of bredo morstøl  

roger played at lost lake--you can hear the best song here

someone slept a little

one more thing:

guess whose book is now available.

julia's!

you should get it.

one thing it says is:

noon is lakewater exploding over the leaves of your face
noon's wooden saw splits its slender carcass in half
noon composed a sonata with cloudcover, a storm that brilliantly breaks the field

some things said about it:

“The poetics enacted in Triggermoon Triggermoon is rare in its exuberance and delicate humanity, its wistful acceptance of imperfection as the human condition, imperfection as a kind of pet we grow to love and depend upon. I have grown to love and depend upon this book.”—Bin Ramke Triggermoon Triggermoon


“Julia Cohen’s poems will knock you out with their fresh logics like some moon-governed dream... this collection is half in the world and half in the 'non-world' that 'occasionally rolls over you,' utterly grounded in the domestic and wildly transformative.”
—Elizabeth Willis