In the spirit of cleaning house of those objects that do not produce joy, I am endeavoring to clean heart and mind of those things that I want. I don’t want to want these things. I don’t want to want any things at all. I want to not want but to pursue. Alex Arcadia made […]Read More short list of things I want
I’ve been giving this alot of thought, or rather, I’ve been smashing my head against the walls of the box. Kobo Abe wrote a book called (translation) The Box Man, about a guy who writes his whole story inside a box. This was an actual box, which he wore over himself so no one could […]Read More The thing where you’re supposed to be in a box.
And with that proclamation C reaches over and grabs my breasts. I explain to him that they are not shakers, not even maracas. I tell him that they are breasts, that they are part of my body, and that when he was a baby they made milk to nourish him. He doesn’t care about that. […]Read More These are your shakers!
li88y with David Marcus We met the typewriter before we met the man. Even before we knew the poems, we knew the typewriter. A slick, pastel blue and white, portable thing that weighed a ton and fit in its own special case. It was the prize possession of our friend Chris Kelley, because it had […]Read More Rene Ricard’s Typewriter
I’m sitting here in my kitchen begging my child to have some independent play time. He’s been sick for a few days, and today his whining reached a fever pitch. I would like a few minutes to sit alone and collect my thoughts. I will type for as long as I have, and see what […]Read More today in my life.
The Beach House Long Beach Island, NJ On an island off the coast of New Jersey sits a perfect cottage on stilts. With three bedrooms, an open kitchen, living room, and dining room, the place is even more perfect for it’s lack of luxury. It’s easy furniture, sand dusted floors and sun faded curtains, the […]Read More Places I’ve Lived part 7 (the beach house)