Archive for December, 2011

December 29, 2011

State of Grace

Frankly, your prolificity disturbs me:
It serves to satisfy an insatiable hunger
For mediocrity. You swagger in vain
Against extinction. But the efforts of those
Who wrest crumbs from history
Will ensure your immortality.

December 18, 2011

Antiepithalamium 1

Antiepithalamia 1

December 18, 2011

Springtime in an American Town

Why is it that I only ever notice my gut in motel room mirrors?
Perhaps obesity is contagious in these parts,
the natural result of pride and fear.
And why am I not noticed here?
Barely branded by sidelong glances
in one dead-eyed town after another
by a populace whose chief talent lies in the ability
to instantly distrust anything they don’t understand.
The feeling is mutual.
I have passed like a ghost through your cities,
scavenging for scraps of the past.
I have rambled, ambled, bled your cities dry,
arriving at the end of the trail of trash,
weighed down on the great white way,
on tired streets of dead blood-red brick.
And I have found the old buildings,
in all their purity, perfectly preserved, in paint
on the sides of new buildings
in towns like silences
that need not be filled.
And there is nothing left anywhere
that hasn’t been turned over and undermined
by overawareness.
For in this tarnished day and age
the luster of everything must be restored
and celebrated with meat and sugar,
and a soundtrack of feigned emotion.

There’s a lot of ugly laughter in this world:
stranded in other people’s reality;
trapped by freedom and vexed
by pointless innovations in a homogeneity
somehow born of distance and inconsistency.
Discovering myself again
as a useless member of society:
belonging nowhere, only wishing
I wasn’t wishing
I wasn’t here.
Meditating, amid ruins,
upon the ruin of myself,
realizing that the decline of all I hold dear
can be traced to the exact moment
that I first became

Published in Dialectical Anthropology Vol.34 No.2, June 2010

December 11, 2011


I realize now that nothing will ever strike me
with the force of revelation.
And that in itself is a revelation.
It’s not much of one,
but it will have to do.

December 5, 2011

Standard Hotel 11/11

Actually, it had nothing to do with Kiedis. An easy target, a cheap shot. I put it in that context for the kids, not that there were any kids in the house that night.

December 1, 2011

Ground Zero for a Quiet Revolution

I will be delivering an ‘Anti-Awesome’ oration, and perhaps also some poesy, at the closing party for Dix Denney’s terrific show at the Sancho Gallery (1549 W.Sunset in Echo Park), Saturday night Dec 3rd, round about 9pm.