Questions:
1. How's your life?
2. Thanks for participating in the poll.
3. What if the word was "horse" instead?
4. Can you remember the last time you were completely off-base about something you had been so sure of? (Remember, the question is whether you can remember. You can share if you like, and really, I like it when you do, but that's up to you.)
5. It's going to be okay. Whatever it is, probably-maybe.
6. Something pertinent.
Answers:
1. Life-like
2. Yeah, you know, no skin off my nose.
3. You first, and I'm not so sure about your grammar there.
4. Oh sure, but Lindsey, lay off, okay?
5. Okay.
6. Right.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Cat Poetry
*Note: The other...afternoon, I woke up to an unfamiliar beeping sound. I raised my head from the pillow, craning my neck to see what could be making the sound and saw, Miette, my cat, crouched on the desk with paws on the laptop keyboard, her head turned looking at me. She seemed to be saying, "Yes, I am doing this." I realized, sleepily, that the beep had something to do with she and the computer and waved at her to get down, trying to both wave and keep my head and body prostrate at the same time. When that didn't work, I shouted, "Miette! Get off...the...aaack...get off the thing!"
She did, she got off, because she's a good cat and the beeping stopped. Sometime later, when I got up, I scrabbled over to the desk and found that she had somehow caused the computer screen to zoom in an extra 50% or so, which was a bewildering experience to say the least. I also discovered the following "poem" entered into the text of one of my desktop sticky-notes.
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnC.V. and app. for CAPIS and mail
-Email C.V. andmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm coverletter to PAW
*Note continued: It is about what I had unknowingly always imagined Miette's poetry would look like: sort of Tristan Tzaraesque sound poetry but with a more tender feminine touch (less angst, more purring); an apt appropriation of a found text that both honors and disrupts the intent of the original author, potentially bringing to the fore, the subconscious desires and impulses of that author. Her use of white space in contrast to the dense patterns of lower-case n's and m's belies a highly developed aesthetic as well as aural sensibility. What lies in those blank spaces? Is it the pained silence of Celan's later poems? Why does she ask us to hold our breath? Clearly, this is not only a commentary on the current economic crisis (see references to C.V.'s, applications, coverletters) that causes us all to "hold our breath", waiting to see what will become of us, but also a stark critique of our breathless email culture. What Miettekin Cutesandra Princessa Lovey-Dovey Boldterson asks us to do, in this poem, is: slow down, breathe, consider the sounds of n's and m's in combination, tune in to those warm purring vibes and come on back to earth. I for one say, thank you, Miette, for the wakeup call.
**Miette will be available for speaking engagements and interviews this Spring. She is currently taking some time for herself and working on a new series of erasures under the working title, "What Lindsey Should Have Said".
She did, she got off, because she's a good cat and the beeping stopped. Sometime later, when I got up, I scrabbled over to the desk and found that she had somehow caused the computer screen to zoom in an extra 50% or so, which was a bewildering experience to say the least. I also discovered the following "poem" entered into the text of one of my desktop sticky-notes.
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnC.V. and app. for CAPIS and mail
-Email C.V. andmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm coverletter to PAW
*Note continued: It is about what I had unknowingly always imagined Miette's poetry would look like: sort of Tristan Tzaraesque sound poetry but with a more tender feminine touch (less angst, more purring); an apt appropriation of a found text that both honors and disrupts the intent of the original author, potentially bringing to the fore, the subconscious desires and impulses of that author. Her use of white space in contrast to the dense patterns of lower-case n's and m's belies a highly developed aesthetic as well as aural sensibility. What lies in those blank spaces? Is it the pained silence of Celan's later poems? Why does she ask us to hold our breath? Clearly, this is not only a commentary on the current economic crisis (see references to C.V.'s, applications, coverletters) that causes us all to "hold our breath", waiting to see what will become of us, but also a stark critique of our breathless email culture. What Miettekin Cutesandra Princessa Lovey-Dovey Boldterson asks us to do, in this poem, is: slow down, breathe, consider the sounds of n's and m's in combination, tune in to those warm purring vibes and come on back to earth. I for one say, thank you, Miette, for the wakeup call.
**Miette will be available for speaking engagements and interviews this Spring. She is currently taking some time for herself and working on a new series of erasures under the working title, "What Lindsey Should Have Said".
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Philosophy
"Everyone chooses her favorite delusion." -- Lindsey Boldt circa 1995 (or so)
"Mine is something to do with love." -- Lindsey Boldt circa 2009
* Berlin Alexanderplatz: Mieze and Franz believe that they love each other. They betray each other and themselves. They keep choosing to believe that if nothing else, their time together is important, significant, the thing. How will the truth be revealed to them? I don't know and am not sure that I can finish the series--it is not helping--so I wake up from too much sleep and listen to the following songs:
"Not On Top" Herman Dune
"Don't Watch Me Dancing" Little Joy
"Corrina Corrina" Ray Peterson
"Be My Baby" The Ronettes
"Thirteen" Big Star
"True Affection" The Blow
"Me Gustas Tu" Manu Chao
Huh.
"Mine is something to do with love." -- Lindsey Boldt circa 2009
* Berlin Alexanderplatz: Mieze and Franz believe that they love each other. They betray each other and themselves. They keep choosing to believe that if nothing else, their time together is important, significant, the thing. How will the truth be revealed to them? I don't know and am not sure that I can finish the series--it is not helping--so I wake up from too much sleep and listen to the following songs:
"Not On Top" Herman Dune
"Don't Watch Me Dancing" Little Joy
"Corrina Corrina" Ray Peterson
"Be My Baby" The Ronettes
"Thirteen" Big Star
"True Affection" The Blow
"Me Gustas Tu" Manu Chao
Huh.
Friday, February 13, 2009
The Album Pet Sounds by The Beach Boys
I would just like to make it known that I love the album Pet Sounds by The Beach Boys. Everyone loves that album so it doesn't make me special or unique in anyway. I just want you to know because maybe reading that I love the album Pet Sounds by The Beach Boys will make you want to listen to it and then we can talk about what's so great about it and how I am transported to my special dream place where there are rolling hills, ponies, sail boats and other la-la sorts of things. Then we can talk about how it's crazy that Brian Wilson was deaf in one ear and how he insisted on recording each one of the Beach Boys' vocals to a single individual track and how The Beach Boys used to do a lot of whip-its. Then I can tell you how Brian Wilson and I are astrological twins and how I think we're similar in temperment and artsitic production, how no matter how sad or fucked up feeling we are our work always sort of comes out sort of happy but visa-versa too, right? Anyway, thanks for listening. This has been great.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
1. Those who can sublimate go to New York and do. Those who cannot come to San Francisco and don't...do that...they don't sublimate.
2. Kathy Acker is too hot to read on the train to work. It's inappropriate and makes me feel like a creep, sitting there, rumbling along with people, reading and feeling hot, thinking she's right about everything, especially about San Francisco.
3. I feel like there should be a three. Lately my books are inappropriate for the train: too big, too hot, too religious.
4. In the book, I am Kathy Acker and Ron Silliman is this friend of mine and Paris is New York and San Francisco is San Francisco.
5. In "Overboard", Kathy is played by Goldie Hawn and Ron is played by Kurt Russell.
2. Kathy Acker is too hot to read on the train to work. It's inappropriate and makes me feel like a creep, sitting there, rumbling along with people, reading and feeling hot, thinking she's right about everything, especially about San Francisco.
3. I feel like there should be a three. Lately my books are inappropriate for the train: too big, too hot, too religious.
4. In the book, I am Kathy Acker and Ron Silliman is this friend of mine and Paris is New York and San Francisco is San Francisco.
5. In "Overboard", Kathy is played by Goldie Hawn and Ron is played by Kurt Russell.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Hooke Press: New Book!
Another fabulous little chapbook from Hooke Press:
I AM A FURIOUS LITTLE BEE
by Alda Merini
Translation & introduction by Carla Billitteri
$10.00 list price
Special Online Price = $8
46pp
Printed in an edition of 200 in October of 2008
Alda Merini is one of the better known poets in Italy, yet she remains sorely under-translated into English. Carla Billitteri sets out to right this situation with this delightful selection of Merini's aphorisms. These poems all come from a series of limited edition chapbooks originally published in Italy between 1992 and 1996. Charmingly perverse, cynically joyful, lustfully feminist, and bawdily philosopical, they are an ideal introduction to the fiesty intelligence of a poet who still remains a well-kept secret in the U.S. Includes both Italian and English. Introduction by Carla Billitteri.
http://www.hookepress.com/merini.html
http://www.hookepress.com
I AM A FURIOUS LITTLE BEE
by Alda Merini
Translation & introduction by Carla Billitteri
$10.00 list price
Special Online Price = $8
46pp
Printed in an edition of 200 in October of 2008
Alda Merini is one of the better known poets in Italy, yet she remains sorely under-translated into English. Carla Billitteri sets out to right this situation with this delightful selection of Merini's aphorisms. These poems all come from a series of limited edition chapbooks originally published in Italy between 1992 and 1996. Charmingly perverse, cynically joyful, lustfully feminist, and bawdily philosopical, they are an ideal introduction to the fiesty intelligence of a poet who still remains a well-kept secret in the U.S. Includes both Italian and English. Introduction by Carla Billitteri.
http://www.hookepress.com/merini.html
http://www.hookepress.com
Thursday, February 5, 2009
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