Saturday, January 31, 2009


OK, I finally figured out how to allow people to subscribe to my pitiful blog. I think. You'll let me know if me = fail, right, gentle readers?? Of course you will.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

An Oldie but a Goodie

Ah Pook is Here by William S. Burroughs
film by Phillip Hunt narration by Burroughs music by JJ Cale
(I'm pretty sure from the WSB album Dead City Radio)

When I become Death, Death is the seed from which I grow...
Itzama, spirit of early mist and showers.
Ixtaub, goddess of ropes and snares.
Ixchel, the spider web, catcher of morning dew.
Zooheekock, virgin fire patroness of infants.
Adziz, the master of cold.
Kockupocket, who works in fire.
Ixtahdoom, she who spits out precious stones.
Ixchunchan, the dangerous one.
Ah Pook, the destroyer.

Hiroshima, 1945, August 6, sixteen minutes past 8 AM.

Who really gave that order?

Answer: Control.

Answer: The Ugly American.

Answer: The instrument of Control.

Question: If Control’s control is absolute, why does Control need to control?

Answer: Control... needs time.

Question: Is Control controlled by its need to control?

Answer: Yes.

Why does Control need humans, as you call them?

Answer: Wait... wait! Time, a landing field. Death needs time like a junkie needs junk.

And what does Death need time for?

Answer: The answer is sooo simple. Death needs time for what it kills to grow in, for Ah Pook’s sake.

Death needs time for what it kills to grow in, for Ah Pook’s sweet sake, you stupid vulgar greedy ugly American death-sucker.

Death needs time for what it kills to grow in, for Ah Pook’s sweet sake, you stupid vulgar greedy ugly American death-sucker... Like this.

We have a new type of rule now. Not one man rule, or rule of aristocracy, or plutocracy, but of small groups elevated to positions of absolute power by random pressures and subject to political and economic factors that leave little room for decision. They are representatives of abstract forces...

[Ah Pook picks up a double-barrel shotgun and opens the breech, where two shells are chambered. It closes the breech.]

...who’ve reached power through surrender of self. The iron-willed dictator is a thing of the past. There will be no more Stalins, no more Hitlers. The rulers of this most insecure of all worlds are rulers by accident...

[Ah Pook is caressing the shotgun.]

...inept, frightened pilots at the controls of a...

[Ah Pook puts the shotgun into its mouth, and its voice continues]:

...vast machine they cannot understand, calling in experts to tell them which buttons to push.

[Ah Pook pulls the trigger.]

Best Term Evar Used to Describe a Louise Glück Poem


Friday, January 23, 2009

Something on the Horizon

I've got a new project cookin'. It's a biggun, involving grants and traveling and research and whatnot. And polar expeditions. And reindeer. And mail-order brides. And Inuits. Harrison County, Indiana. Point Barrow, (un)Alaska. &c.

Picked up Simic's Sixty Poems and Mitchell's The Word for Everything today at Caveat Emptor. It's been a while since I've been in there. I almost didn't know how to function, what with there being hardly any boxes on the floor and the wider aisles. Weird.

Friday, January 02, 2009

Completion and Forward Motion

Little Glove in a Big Hand ms. completed on New Year's Eve (pre-celebration)!!

Also submitted it to 3 chapbook contest that night. I also have a lead on a couple of potential publishers.

Good start to the new year!

I'm not feeling too reflective right now, though. I want to unpack today. Gotta go.