Check it out, kids, it's a brand spankin' new bibliography of one of my favorite poets and people, Kent Taylor. If you're unfamiliar with Kent, he was part of the Cleveland scene in the 1960s alongside d.a. levy among so many others, before relocating to San Francisco decades ago. I've published a bunch of his stuff in various boog publications and sought his counsel often throughout the 11 years i've known him. If you're a small press editor and want to publish kent's work, email editor at boog city dot com and i'll help make the connection.
Friday, January 30, 2004
Kent Taylor lives
Check it out, kids, it's a brand spankin' new bibliography of one of my favorite poets and people, Kent Taylor. If you're unfamiliar with Kent, he was part of the Cleveland scene in the 1960s alongside d.a. levy among so many others, before relocating to San Francisco decades ago. I've published a bunch of his stuff in various boog publications and sought his counsel often throughout the 11 years i've known him. If you're a small press editor and want to publish kent's work, email editor at boog city dot com and i'll help make the connection.
Kent Taylor bibliography
Check it out, kids, it's a brand spankin' new bibliography of one of my favorite poets and people, Kent Taylor. If you're unfamiliar with Kent, he was part of the Cleveland scene in the 1960s alongside d.a. levy among so many others, before relocating to San Francisco decades ago. I've published a bunch of his stuff in various boog publications and sought his counsel often throughout the 11 years i've known him. If you're a small press editor and want to publish kent's work, email editor at boog city dot com and i'll help make the connection.
Boog City presents
d.a. levy lives: celebrating the renegade press in america
This month’s featured press:
Chax Press (Tucson, Arizona)
Thurs. Feb. 5, 6 p.m., free
Aca Galleries
529 W.20th St., 5th Flr.
NYC
Event will be hosted by Chax Press publisher and editor Charles Alexander
Featuring readings from:
Charles Alexander
Charles Bernstein
Allison Cobb
Eli Goldblatt
Hank Lazer
Jackson Mac Low
Bob Perelman
Tim Peterson
Nick Piombino
Heather Thomas
Mark Weiss
With music from The Drew Gardner Flash Orchestra,
an improvised orchestra based on a flash mob, where people gather to do an instant performance in public, and then disperse quickly. It should feature tenor sax, electric guitar, electric bass, percussion, flute, voice, alto sax, sampler, accordion, and viola.
There will be wine, cheese, and fruit, too.
Curated and with an introduction by Boog City editor David Kirschenbaum (me)
Directions: C/E to 23rd St., 1/9 to 18th St.
Venue is bet. 10th and 11th avenues
http://www.chax.org/
Next month: Carve magazine (Cambridge, Mass.), March 4
d.a. levy lives: celebrating the renegade press in america
This month’s featured press:
Chax Press (Tucson, Arizona)
Thurs. Feb. 5, 6 p.m., free
Aca Galleries
529 W.20th St., 5th Flr.
NYC
Event will be hosted by Chax Press publisher and editor Charles Alexander
Featuring readings from:
Charles Alexander
Charles Bernstein
Allison Cobb
Eli Goldblatt
Hank Lazer
Jackson Mac Low
Bob Perelman
Tim Peterson
Nick Piombino
Heather Thomas
Mark Weiss
With music from The Drew Gardner Flash Orchestra,
an improvised orchestra based on a flash mob, where people gather to do an instant performance in public, and then disperse quickly. It should feature tenor sax, electric guitar, electric bass, percussion, flute, voice, alto sax, sampler, accordion, and viola.
There will be wine, cheese, and fruit, too.
Curated and with an introduction by Boog City editor David Kirschenbaum (me)
Directions: C/E to 23rd St., 1/9 to 18th St.
Venue is bet. 10th and 11th avenues
http://www.chax.org/
Next month: Carve magazine (Cambridge, Mass.), March 4
Friday, January 23, 2004
Tuesday, January 20, 2004
The January Project
The poet Sean Cole and I have exchanged postcards when we travel for a few years, and I always told him that I'd like him to do a postcard project for me. So, at the end of November 2001 I sent him an airborne express package. inside was a manila envelope that had written on it "The December Project." inside was a note, that essentially read, "Dear Sean, Welcome to The December Project. Enclosed are 31 self-addressed stamped postcards. Write me one per day for the month of December if you so choose, as I hope you will."
And Sean accepted, and sent me 30 cards, the 31st him reading to close a New Year's party/show at the C-Note and then handing to me.
Four months later, in April 2002, I got fired from my job at Chemical Week, and, within a month, this manic-depressive boy was in a pretty substantial depression. I stopped answering the phone, screening all my calls. I cut people off in stages, the secondary friends, then the primary friends, then the family. I stopped bathing, cooking, cleaning, disposing of garbage. I woke up at 5 p.m. and went to bed at 9 a.m.
Sean called a few times, I didn't answer. and then one time, that october, I did for some reason, and we had an awkward conversation.
I went to my parents for Thanksgiving and stayed there for about two weeks. When I came home, in the second week of December, I went to my mailbox and there were a half-dozen postcards from Sean. I felt real warm when i saw those cards. It was like even though I didn't care about myself or others here was someone I cared deeply about showing me some love.
I decided then that the next month I would write him a postcard a day as my way of thanking him. These are those postcards:
http://unpleasanteventschedule.com
The poet Sean Cole and I have exchanged postcards when we travel for a few years, and I always told him that I'd like him to do a postcard project for me. So, at the end of November 2001 I sent him an airborne express package. inside was a manila envelope that had written on it "The December Project." inside was a note, that essentially read, "Dear Sean, Welcome to The December Project. Enclosed are 31 self-addressed stamped postcards. Write me one per day for the month of December if you so choose, as I hope you will."
And Sean accepted, and sent me 30 cards, the 31st him reading to close a New Year's party/show at the C-Note and then handing to me.
Four months later, in April 2002, I got fired from my job at Chemical Week, and, within a month, this manic-depressive boy was in a pretty substantial depression. I stopped answering the phone, screening all my calls. I cut people off in stages, the secondary friends, then the primary friends, then the family. I stopped bathing, cooking, cleaning, disposing of garbage. I woke up at 5 p.m. and went to bed at 9 a.m.
Sean called a few times, I didn't answer. and then one time, that october, I did for some reason, and we had an awkward conversation.
I went to my parents for Thanksgiving and stayed there for about two weeks. When I came home, in the second week of December, I went to my mailbox and there were a half-dozen postcards from Sean. I felt real warm when i saw those cards. It was like even though I didn't care about myself or others here was someone I cared deeply about showing me some love.
I decided then that the next month I would write him a postcard a day as my way of thanking him. These are those postcards:
http://unpleasanteventschedule.com
Thursday, January 15, 2004
The Oldies Station, again
When I was younger
CBS-101 FM
played oldies--
the Satins, Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers,
edging into the Beatles and Carole King.
Now they just played Hall & Oates' "She's Gone."
*
I got pulled over
in May of 1985
for going 67 miles per hour
on the meadowbrook parkway
from my folks' home in oceanside
to the nassau veteran's memorial coliseum
to see hall & oates,
with 'til tuesday opening.
"we learned in driver's ed
that u can go five miles over the speed limit in the city
and 10 miles over on the highway," i told the officer.
i left with a ticket
and caught the last few 'til tuesday songs.
When I was younger
CBS-101 FM
played oldies--
the Satins, Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers,
edging into the Beatles and Carole King.
Now they just played Hall & Oates' "She's Gone."
*
I got pulled over
in May of 1985
for going 67 miles per hour
on the meadowbrook parkway
from my folks' home in oceanside
to the nassau veteran's memorial coliseum
to see hall & oates,
with 'til tuesday opening.
"we learned in driver's ed
that u can go five miles over the speed limit in the city
and 10 miles over on the highway," i told the officer.
i left with a ticket
and caught the last few 'til tuesday songs.
I like the kind of girls who ...
wear a scarf and a hat on a day like today, maybe even ear muffs or one of those going-skiing ear-forehead warmer things, too
wear a scarf and a hat on a day like today, maybe even ear muffs or one of those going-skiing ear-forehead warmer things, too
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
The surgeon who did my sister's gastric bypass surgey was on Oprah yesterday with Randy Jackson, a judge from Americna Idol, discussing what happens during the surgery. It was on while I was in the waiting room at my mom's nutritionist, and there was this twentysomething girl in the waiting room walking around in what looked like long-johns but we were told by the receptionist were leggings. Uh, right.
The two women i've been interested in of late are much younger than me, like a decade (it has more dramatic effect when u use the word decade, than the expression 10 years or so). And that's not because I'm an ageist, quite the opposite. I've dated women older and younger than me throughout the years, it just so happens that all the women my age have their dance cards filled, while a few younger ones who i find cool, and smart, and sweet, and pretty, don't, that's all.
I went to dinner and a movie with my folks last night in l.i., Something's Gotta Give, which was okay. And then up early for dad drivin' me to railroad station on his way to the school where he's a para. So, instead of having just gotten into work at 10ish like normal, i've already been here for two hours, meaning leaving time is only four hours away. For this am i grateful.
Today's News
Well, really Sunday's Post, but a great story on how 12-yr-old girls have been charging their boy classmates $5 each to watch the girls kiss each other. The girls have gotten in trouble, though if I was 12 i'd have gladly payed $5, easy.
Well, really Sunday's Post, but a great story on how 12-yr-old girls have been charging their boy classmates $5 each to watch the girls kiss each other. The girls have gotten in trouble, though if I was 12 i'd have gladly payed $5, easy.
Saturday, January 10, 2004
Greetings from the Pacific Northwest
When I went out to Washington and Oregon in the summer of 2001, I wrote myself a postcard each night. These are them, enjoy.
http://greetingsfromthepacificnorthwest.blogspot.com/
When I went out to Washington and Oregon in the summer of 2001, I wrote myself a postcard each night. These are them, enjoy.
http://greetingsfromthepacificnorthwest.blogspot.com/
The Reading and After
Hosted the 6th reading so far in my out-of-town small press series this past Thursday. The good folks from above/ground press came down from ottawa, canada. They just turned 10, and in that time editor/publisher has put out 400 or so publications, an astonishing figure. It was a small turnout, 20 people, including performers, gallery owners, and me, but it felt great, real warm, filled with good readings and sweet music from major matt mason usa. The end of the gallery where we normally read was filled with a new exhibit, a menagerie of metal animals all over the floor, which were real solid and beautiful. And the other end of the gallery had a new exhibit of small paintings, including works by Edward Hopper among others.
After our canadian trio, aaron kiely, nathaniel siegel, and me went to chelsea commons, our usual after reading hangout (although after the cy press reading we didn't go there because one of the people attending talked shit about it and had us go somewhere else, and then she wound up going home. Awwww.). Nathaniel offered to treat me, which was swell because i'm broke, and i had their caesar salad, which is always good. We drank and ate for a while, with rob mclennan acting the benevolent fool, and I discovered all three of them had kids of varying ages.
And they wanted to see the Chelsea Hotel, which was only a few blocks away, so we walked over and into their lobby. They admired and took pictures of the art, which had changed since the last time i was there. And as they looked around two men around my age walked in, and i noticed that one of them was ethan hawke, who had moved into the hotel after uma thurman threw him out for cheating on her. I couldn't yell that he was there, but said something once he was by us a bit, but they didn't see him. Then Aaron and I went outside to get some air, and there was a hot, thin black-haired girl and a guy with her. Aaron had picked up his guitar, after having left it at the gallery a month ago for the night, a typical aaron move, and now this girl started talking to him because of it. Wound up her and the guy were the band The Kills, basically think Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs 18 months ago. So the Canadians joined us outside and a guy leaves the hotel walking his dog, bumping into rob, and who was it, yes friends, ethan hawke, again.
so the moral of the story is come to our first thursdays non-ny small press series and meet kinda famous people who cheat on their wives.
Hosted the 6th reading so far in my out-of-town small press series this past Thursday. The good folks from above/ground press came down from ottawa, canada. They just turned 10, and in that time editor/publisher has put out 400 or so publications, an astonishing figure. It was a small turnout, 20 people, including performers, gallery owners, and me, but it felt great, real warm, filled with good readings and sweet music from major matt mason usa. The end of the gallery where we normally read was filled with a new exhibit, a menagerie of metal animals all over the floor, which were real solid and beautiful. And the other end of the gallery had a new exhibit of small paintings, including works by Edward Hopper among others.
After our canadian trio, aaron kiely, nathaniel siegel, and me went to chelsea commons, our usual after reading hangout (although after the cy press reading we didn't go there because one of the people attending talked shit about it and had us go somewhere else, and then she wound up going home. Awwww.). Nathaniel offered to treat me, which was swell because i'm broke, and i had their caesar salad, which is always good. We drank and ate for a while, with rob mclennan acting the benevolent fool, and I discovered all three of them had kids of varying ages.
And they wanted to see the Chelsea Hotel, which was only a few blocks away, so we walked over and into their lobby. They admired and took pictures of the art, which had changed since the last time i was there. And as they looked around two men around my age walked in, and i noticed that one of them was ethan hawke, who had moved into the hotel after uma thurman threw him out for cheating on her. I couldn't yell that he was there, but said something once he was by us a bit, but they didn't see him. Then Aaron and I went outside to get some air, and there was a hot, thin black-haired girl and a guy with her. Aaron had picked up his guitar, after having left it at the gallery a month ago for the night, a typical aaron move, and now this girl started talking to him because of it. Wound up her and the guy were the band The Kills, basically think Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs 18 months ago. So the Canadians joined us outside and a guy leaves the hotel walking his dog, bumping into rob, and who was it, yes friends, ethan hawke, again.
so the moral of the story is come to our first thursdays non-ny small press series and meet kinda famous people who cheat on their wives.
Friday, January 09, 2004
The Oldies Station
When I was younger
CBS-101 FM
played oldies--
the Satins, Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers,
edging into the Beatles and Carole King.
Now they just played Spandau Ballet's "True".
*
In April of 1987
driving my Yellow 1974 AMC Gremlin
around Huntington, New York
searching for the only independent cinema on Long Island
with Risa and her friend Rhonda,
a car pulls up alongside us,
boys that Rhonda feels are cute enough,
and she leans into my front seat and yells out my window,
"Sing 'True' and we'll suck your cocks."
When I was younger
CBS-101 FM
played oldies--
the Satins, Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers,
edging into the Beatles and Carole King.
Now they just played Spandau Ballet's "True".
*
In April of 1987
driving my Yellow 1974 AMC Gremlin
around Huntington, New York
searching for the only independent cinema on Long Island
with Risa and her friend Rhonda,
a car pulls up alongside us,
boys that Rhonda feels are cute enough,
and she leans into my front seat and yells out my window,
"Sing 'True' and we'll suck your cocks."
Wednesday, January 07, 2004
Welcome to the November Project
during the month of november i wrote a poem each night before bed. They're up on the below blog:
http://thenovemberproject.blog-city.com/
during the month of november i wrote a poem each night before bed. They're up on the below blog:
http://thenovemberproject.blog-city.com/
Welcome to the October Project
during this past october, the poet sean cole and i did another one of our month-long postcard writing projects.
my postcards can be found at this blog:
http://theoctoberproject.blog-city.com/
during this past october, the poet sean cole and i did another one of our month-long postcard writing projects.
my postcards can be found at this blog:
http://theoctoberproject.blog-city.com/
Ugh!
Blame this all on a friend, this return. I got blogger envy watching how stoked they were at creating their new blog and adding to it throughout the day. And so, I return to the site of the former.
Blame this all on a friend, this return. I got blogger envy watching how stoked they were at creating their new blog and adding to it throughout the day. And so, I return to the site of the former.