tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118023572024-03-07T13:03:01.316-06:00LavamatiqueKerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.comBlogger455125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-11670200208010450152007-01-08T15:35:00.000-06:002007-01-08T15:36:44.954-06:00After a night at a former speakeasy with still-boozey paneling, 2nd story railings one could brawl through, prohibition-era escape route, a metal curl of stairs on stage strung with Xmas lights looking less weight-bearing and more DNA, I declare an intent to rewrite all rock lyrics. OK, says J, but you need rules. OK, says I, Bienvenue ala Ort Cloud Candelabra. “The possibility of song within that world… like saying ‘yes’ to sunlight” (Paul Blackburn) and other statements of poetics put some Vitamin D back into those pursuits.Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1159892278826659322006-10-03T11:16:00.000-05:002006-10-03T11:17:58.826-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6937/213/1600/Puccini-Turandot.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6937/213/320/Puccini-Turandot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />tonight!Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1159892198166303362006-10-01T11:05:00.000-05:002006-10-03T11:20:02.210-05:00fell asleep in public twice today. first in a yoga class- understandable. later in a darkened loft outfitted for showing films, on the very last film in the program, the one i had gone there for, though the rest of the program was thoughtfully curated and a tour de force in strategies for inducing hyponotic states.. so perhaps, with dorsky, it was the appropriate response that between nods i saw wide shots of lean, glittering waves and "the most beautiful lawn sprinkler in the world." looking forward to more of <a href="http://www.magiclanterncinema.com">this series</a>, which i understand is spreading from prov and taking up chi residence. i was totally unprepared- and had no trouble staying awake- for jean rouch's les maitres fous which leaves me with several still resonant questions of how transferable are the psychic states of power that can effect a group of individuals to organize themselves into a collective possession.. acting out affairs of the state while frothing at the mouth, and what sociological function this serves (catharsis?).Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1159711036118699542006-09-30T08:39:00.000-05:002006-10-03T10:58:18.593-05:00though my running mate is out of town and my knees either inactive or flaming for the past two weeks, i decided at the last minute to do the kommen 5k this morning just to see. it was beautiful weather (for running on lower wacker) and i turned in a 31:09 (which is good for me). queued up at the start right behind the elite women runners and ate their magnificent dust. went straight from run to german class- which everyone takes very solemnly- and i got to be the first, when called on, to admit i wasn't following a bloody thing, so the teacher wrote on the board how to say "next person please" and moved on. p.m. dinner and drinks with m & l around the corner from an octoberfest headlined by the human league. saw that tomorrow night there are dorsky films down the street, brought to us by providence.Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1159386616944613822006-09-27T14:49:00.000-05:002006-09-27T14:52:47.246-05:00Last night’s poems: These poems are being made to reduce knee pain, therefore any and many use/s of turmeric and ginger. Curried quinoa pilaf with raisins and almonds, and ginger roasted acorn squash.<br /><br />*<br /><br />Math Ados (or Word Problems)<br /><br />There was a berry-picking on the line<br /><br />to show the median of<br /><br />the numbers displayed by the people<br /><br />participating in the contest<br /><br />plotting, numbers for pints<br /><br />of berries picked at the end of the Earth day<br /><br />…<br /><br />Had five numbers been mean, and growling, woken you, with a flip, pinned you to stair, shaken you free of the near sixth iteration of snooze, mingled sleep with news of the ninety-seven pound carp, bighead, that lept the fish fence, electric, and is imminent to all our waterways, weighs ninety-seven pounds, water in charge of collecting the daily low temp of Faith had five sand bags to her name.Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1159303398597159292006-09-26T15:41:00.000-05:002006-09-26T15:43:18.613-05:00Got passport picture taken today. I am shifty-eyed and look like I am concealing drugs. In the hot pink and grimly paneled photo joint, a sign: <span style="font-style: italic;">Make checks payable to the Baltic Sea</span>.Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1159235014259546782006-09-25T20:38:00.000-05:002006-09-25T20:47:25.800-05:00Liberal Media?The Gray Lady is getting about as lame on her geopolit coverage as she's long been in the book review dept. <a href="http://http://www.nytimes.com/2006/09/23/books/23chomsky.html?_r=1&oref=slogin">But what's it about? Are there any words in the book itself?</a><br /><a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/5379650.stm">Some clarification/keeping it tidy.</a><br />Or is tidy the new bias?<br /><br />Then the old liberal is simply verbose?<br /><br />Then: "Do you have an appetizer in your mind?"Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1159060041603797132006-09-23T19:58:00.000-05:002006-09-23T20:50:50.043-05:00Practicing our uuuuhhhhrrr, J getting sicker as the uhr progresses and our accent- <span style="font-style: italic;">not what you in the Midwest here call an O</span>- progressing or sort of.. what do you call this? but this. what do you call a snooze alarm then? <span style="font-style: italic;">Nothing, we just wake up.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh man, Europe is kicking our ass in golf too.</span><br /><br />Tonight's poems: oat bran banana bread and a quiche of thyme, gruyere and mushrooms. cleaning out fridge for perhaps a move as soon as next weekend.<br /><br />*<br /><br />9 p.m. last night realized Colleen was in town and playing at the Bottle. Get there immediately. It is purely acoustic instruments, cello with the price tag dangling, sleepy effects pedals.. which is to say <span style="font-style: italic;">me likey</span>.. more process on display than I would have thought, but what she does with a hand-cranked music box with distortion and loops is pure enchantment. In the Wire misc. of the event, she is preceded and followed by spleen-jostling aggression, though the latter was less spleen and more Brazilian Gold Chains meets Grace Jones, a.k.a. phat beats and lame (um, in need of a grave there).<br /><br />*<br /><br />(Another niche market:)<br /><br />In Art Institute today, in Art Institute gift shop, <span style="font-style: italic;">Look! There's Hiroshige on a wife-beater!</span>Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1158951491014991052006-09-22T13:57:00.000-05:002006-09-22T13:58:11.030-05:00Just remove this city from my mind, tending Hiroshige or the 15th century in this morning’s to-the-skin elements. Good train karma this week, at least, knock wood. The weather that’s sent us in, making last night cranberry-pumpkin walnut cookies that decided to be little scones, and boding a weekend full of something to do with squash. Hopefully also The Waves, a last peek at the Callahan photos and film, a play, and German lesson number one. Another element of sport, use up the cabinets in advance of dubiously-imminent move. What to do with all those breadcrumbs, pistachios, or a guy on the phone who’s teeth sound very white. Oh spinach, be done with this outbreak already and return.Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1158850808579848662006-09-21T09:58:00.000-05:002006-09-21T10:01:24.586-05:00Reminded of this bit of Warhola by chance by looking at television last night after savasana beside an elevated stop, after wondering how a poem would say, <span style="font-style: italic;">We have accomplished a majority of what we needed to do and no longer need your services. Good luck with your art</span>: "I was walking in Bali, and saw a bunch of people in a clearing having a ball because somebody they really liked had just died, and I realized that everything was just how you decided to think about it. Sometimes people let the same problems make them miserable for years when they should just say so what. That's one of my favourite things to say. So what."Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1158767009276383892006-09-20T10:41:00.000-05:002006-09-20T10:43:29.740-05:00<a href="http://www.o-d-a.net/">Oh Design</a> (swoon).Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1158677243391129302006-09-19T09:42:00.000-05:002006-09-19T09:47:23.423-05:00Thanks, Andy, for nudging my attention toward <a href="http://www.rhinofest.com/">Rhinofest</a>. Looks like there's a lot to check out there. I'm putting What Where, The Jesus Fields, and The Climb Up Mount Chimbouzo on my list.Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1158675038847887262006-09-19T09:10:00.000-05:002006-09-19T09:12:13.753-05:00Toward the end of The Immoralist the protagonist possesses no sympathy for others or humility as he regards his quest for life-knowledge supreme, and all others, especially “men of principle,” deluded by their removal from their essential nature. Previously a thinker, a scholar, enrapt with all the subtle beauties of art and the natural world, he says amid the trough of his demise, “Art is leaving me, I feel it. To make room for what else?” That somehow seems one of the more sinister passages of the whole book.<br /><br />Putting this next to an anecdote told by the rabbi presiding this weekend over a friend’s wedding- since bride and groom were both artists, he mentioned a Kabbalist scholar who interpreted one of the texts dealing with the creation of the universe, saying that G initially filled all space, and there being no room for what he wanted to create, he contracted or withdrew part of himself to make space for man and his world. This, it was proposed, underscores how inseparable humility is in the process of creation. It’s a resonant metaphor, especially when creativity can seem like the most egotistic of pursuits. Anyone who can direct me to a name and/or article that mentions this interpretation more specifically I’d be much obliged to.Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1158594143083139932006-09-18T10:41:00.000-05:002006-09-18T20:09:45.370-05:00Terrible dreams of wounded animals. Again/still thinking (redoubled) of being expats. Fire drill planning a foray. Decembery, this week friends from overseas in plaid rooms. Riding bikes to Hamlet and back after dark weaving through early concert leaves around the museums. Hearing final strains as Tom Petty, alive is just down the street. Hamlet –and much else- enriched by time away and meanwhile years encountering the princes and nincompoops of the world. All week now with the squeaky knees and kale. Blood types, jammy pants. Trying to find a next place to live, trying to find out who keeps taking our mail.<br /><br />*<br /><br /><a href="http://www.litmuspress.org/pages/aufgabe5willis.htm">Such attention is the only thing that seems to make cheerfulness possible again, regardless of the ways the end is being written around us.</a><br /><br />*<br />today's poem output: roasted yam and black bean tacos with tomatillo salsa.Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1158163393550466782006-09-13T11:02:00.000-05:002006-09-13T11:03:13.573-05:00Why does the Merch Mart have snowmen in their windows? At nearer seeing, they are the hollow-bodied brides in Vera Wang. Didn’t know I was glassless in all this drizzle.<br /><br />*<br /><br />Good fall for the MCA with the design exhibit Massive Change and Nov. Tuttle. Mau gives a talk on Saturday for anyone not attending nuptials.Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1158094240079633092006-09-12T15:44:00.000-05:002006-09-12T15:54:23.956-05:00in my sonospherepodcasts about food, johannes ockeghem, daedelus tried and true mix on <a href="http://radioanda.com/">radio anda</a>, <a href="http://ps1.el.net/web/podcasts/sonic_adventures/">elliott sharp’s inbox and persian 45's.</a>Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1157987177429720342006-09-11T10:06:00.000-05:002006-09-11T10:06:17.446-05:00as a weather<br />convert ‘ve<br />been away<br />so long feathers, silverfish<br />fall out of books<br />kept next<br />to the bed when<br />was the page<br />where I picked up at “frost in the face”Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1157932004362278982006-09-10T18:40:00.000-05:002006-09-10T18:47:14.766-05:00This weekend: bloggers incarnate, D Series in its new space, thanks People Who Came, thanks mustachios, picking bindis and fruit salts, faking it at wine to get another pour, convincingly for the good stuff, the rules as we go, walking forth, just forth, and finally asleep under a spider armature of opera’s greatest hits at mil park on the first feeling night of autumn. Today raining around the coyote and baklava in the atelier.<br />*<br />I thought I should be reading fiction, but then there would be nothing else to say.Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1157655160099230592006-09-07T13:50:00.000-05:002006-09-07T13:52:40.133-05:00away from poetry for a time for food<br />travels music and<br />running but the season of discrete<br />returns and monsters set me aright or so<br />says KSM “no I am not OK, you sat on me/oh well, enough about me”Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1155764599236176322006-08-16T16:41:00.000-05:002006-08-16T16:43:19.260-05:00This week’s poetry output: oatmeal raisin cookies (critically acclaimed), green bean and chickpea curry w/ raita (to the tune of "paperback writer") and baked sweet potato fries. All reading lately is how to: work specs and recipes. It's like the brain on new math.. or how it's supposed to… simplify eventually… toward the elegance of no remainders. A clerk waiting for me to pay him for a magazine and me waiting for him to give me a receipt. "Transform your anger" he suggests, pointing to the copy on the front of my magazine. "Oh, I'm not angry, I just forgot how to pay."Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1155314344428239662006-08-11T11:30:00.000-05:002006-08-11T11:39:04.463-05:00my regional and language hearts go pitter pat when the discussion turns to chicago dialect...<br />vouching for most of <a href="http://www.gapersblock.com/fuel/archives/chicagoisms/">this</a>, it's stuck on me, especially after a few beerce. or when i call my parents who live far enough away from the lake to have totally different weather: what's it doin by you? "how's by you?" made it into a poem last year, but it's never gotten a single caw of recognition when i've read it out at readings. ah well.Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1155309782086530252006-08-11T10:19:00.000-05:002006-08-11T10:23:02.123-05:00Caution <a href="http://mathiassvalina.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-got-tagged.html">Mathias</a>, the lavamat is where memes go to die, but anyway..<br /><br />Brain gargle book- The Anti-Aesthetic: essays on postmodernism edited by Hal Foster<br />Xanax book- I-Ching<br />Tofu-pressing book- Life Style by Bruce Mau<br />This week's train book- The Immoralist by Andre Gide<br />Giddy book- something something Jacob Delafon by Keith Waldrop<br />Book that I just lent out based on some random conversation that I hope I see again- Black Elk Speaks<br />Human heart book- Some Thing Black by Jacques Roubaud<br />"My neuroses could be even more jeweled" book- The Atelier Tovar by Guy Maddin<br />Book that I wish didn’t mean Poetry to most people I say "poetry" to- that navel-gazing verse by Jewel, whatever her book's called<br />"Maybe next year" book- Ulysses<br />Absinthe book- The Last Days by Raymond Queneau<br />Air guitar book- Polyverse by Lee Ann Brown<br />Book that makes me want to wear a doublet- Hamlet<br />"It’s all been thunk before" book- Silence by John Cage<br />Book that I always want to be reading- Your Ancient Sea Through by Hoa NgyuenKerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1155236251685831302006-08-10T13:55:00.000-05:002006-08-10T21:52:12.386-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6937/213/1600/thumb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6937/213/320/thumb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>last weekend, driving: john wayne’s birthplace, stereolab through prophetstown, the history of the beatles’ revolver, corn is high, tassled and the road not afraid to be boring, no radio or cds for most of the trip and I am not afraid to be bored, ronald reganalia, driver at a rest stop lurching onto sidewalk takes out a planter- concerned iowans immediately repot the flowers- driver then casually exercises his poodle.<br /><br />last weekend, still: horse stance, virtual poets are real and eat african food (thanks again, anne!), movie starring john wayne, movie starring jet li, feeling an abdomen (not mine!) for a foot, qi-conscious and fairie-like orbs in my photos of a construction zone.<br /><br />*<br /><br />this week<br />cooking like mad:<br />almond-fig muffins<br />seven vegetable moroccan curry w/ couscous<br /><br />(tonight)<br />wilted greens (Red Russian Kale, a.k.a. Ragged Jack) from Jenny’s garden, wild rice w/ pine nuts & cranberries and poached sole w/ lemon, thyme and white wine<br /><br />(tomorrow)<br />spicy sesame green bean salad<br />mango sticky rice<br /><br />j:<br />veggie chili<br />dissertation (!)Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1154635785278197042006-08-03T14:39:00.000-05:002006-08-03T15:09:45.410-05:00dusting off my Discrete helmet and getting things ready for the fall season- see sidebar- and came across <a href="http://nowwhatblog.blogspot.com/2006/05/resisting-sentence.html">this interesting blog and post</a> by kass. she's the one writer i know who makes expansive and crystalline creative use of the cultural critique i often hear lit-critically minded folk talk over beers. well beyond the kvetch scale, where the onus is usually assigned to those arbiters of one convention or another, she reassigns the onus to herself- and hopefully, by example, us (sentence fraternizers).<br /><br />*<br /><br />i'm hitting the road for omaha early tomorrow morning. what else clears the head like an 8-hour drive through corn? bringing a friend's dictaphone to try a new process.<br /><br />*<br /><br />fell asleep on albert brooks' <span style="font-style: italic;">real life</span>, but will attempt another watch when fully lucid. the ungainly helmeted cameramen attempting to blend in while "real people" "act natural" are hilarious. apparently long before the advent of reality television brooks was spoofing it.Kerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11802357.post-1154294426582463762006-07-30T16:11:00.000-05:002006-07-30T16:20:26.606-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6937/213/1600/DSCN0086.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6937/213/400/DSCN0086.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>did it in 35:18<br /><br />most unexpected: realizing my deep littering taboo. post mile 2 gatorade sip and toss, kept asking my mates, "are you sure we throw the cups on the ground?"<br /><br />note: get some sunglassesKerrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12550633630976028665noreply@blogger.com0