I think open galleries on the internet are really cool, like this one: Museum of Computer Art Virtual Gallery It is good to give people a space to show their work when the site has space to. The internet should be an infinite collective, I think.
It just occurred to me that I could never end a string of things I would like to show on an open thing like a blog. The world is infinite with beautiful things. At some point though we all have to stop showing. I never get sick of it though. I could never get sick of collecting the things that humans make. Is that a kind of humanist hoarding? So be it.
I went to the Bard College Art Museum this weekend and saw this great movie installation by Johanna Billing called Magical World and thought it was beautiful. It was so sad, too.
I think the best contemporary poetry today is the kind that gets its formal structure from hip hop. That is what I try to emulate, at least.
I shouldn't talk in absolutes. But it is our time, a time of American absolutism. We will get over it soon. I hope.
Still, I really mean what I say about hip hop. This song by B.I.G. has been embedded in my brain for the last 10 years:
Also, like hip hop, the poet Nick Moudry, who I went to school with many years ago, has taught me more than I could ever articulate about formal structure in poetry. He was featured on the Omnidawn Blog in June. Here's his poem: "Still-life."
Here's another poem of his called "Imitations of Life."
I have a poem by him called "New ode" that is covered in green acetate for safe-keeping hanging on my wall. Last night, my brother, it being his last night in town, and Conrad and I ate coconut sorbet and I read Nick's poem to them. It had been a long time since I had read it out loud. It is still one of the best poems I have ever read.
The other day I sprained my neck but I kept a stick-to-your-skin heating pad on my neck for 8 hours or more and now my sprain is all but gone. How does that work?
I have decided that I think blogs are really really odd. This is a really weird time we are in, you know.
This is a video of a favorite song of mine:
I like how that guy screams in the beginning of the video.
Are you jealous of my pictures: Pics of people in The Yellow Marshmallow
You shouldn't be so jealous.
Jealousy destroys tolerance, and the destruction of tolerance is the destruction of all love.
Here's a song about love sung by a true performer:
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