Starting a couple of new projects.
JT spent a lot of time trying to liberate a frisbee caught in a tree
It was tense to say the least.
Just got this book
I am really digging Condo's figures
especially these
and these.
And I heard Anthony McCann give a reading as part of the Emory Poetry Series. Everyone reading that night was incredible. You should get his new book out by Wave Books and read it out loud to yourself or whoever happens to be sleeping beside you. Here is a poem:
FIELD WORK
by Anthony McCann
Later, on the ridge, in samurai dress
I appear. It's me. In mustache. And gear.
The most is full of
CHERRYBLOSSOMS and I count
the cries of
BIRDS. Beyond that moat is
TEENAGE FRANCE. There youths frolic,
pace and
resemble me. But
what kind of person
is a person
like this? My fingers
put shadows
on all of the
birds
as just
beyond song
birds
scrape up the sky.
We ride
on a haycart
down through
their codes. In the village
the villagers
dress
in blue codes. Our fathers
make shadows
all over their
caps. I mean
our fingers
make shadows
on the faces
of cops. We cross the
late bridge
to our fathers.
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