FUCK (2)

BABY FLOURISHES

Diane Williams

The baby spent time on a pitiful romance. She felt herself to be in the arms--somehow gathered, forcibly invited, incapable of enjoying herself, and very much in love.

FUCK

How It Is Done*

Lydia Davis

There is a description in a child's science book of the act of love that makes it all quite clear and helps when one begins to forget. It starts with affection between a man and a woman. The blood goes to their genitals as they kiss and caress each other, this swelling creates a desire in these parts to be touched further, the man's penis becomes larger and quite stiff and the woman's vagina moist and slippery. The penis can now be pushed into the woman's vagina and the parts move "comfortably and pleasantly" together until the man and woman reach orgasm, "not necessarily at the same time." The article ends, however, with a cautionary emendation of the opening statement about affection: nowadays many people make love, it says, who do not love each other, or even have any affection for each other, and whether or not this is a good thing we do not yet know.


*please do not sue me yet

that ain't no god it's just a hedge on fire

thoughts on the new why? album:

it's called "eskimo snow"

i think i would like why? more if there were no baroque pop arrangements

and if they returned to a more outsider electronica feel

of course that would require the firing of several band members

the new album is really good though

maybe the strongest lyrically

most concise

still i feel like the instrumentation doesn't work for them

because yoni's lyrics are so much about alienation and loneliness and stuff

and pianos and xylophones or whatever don't really signify alienation and loneliness etc. to me

dunno


why?: early whitney*

*this isn't my absolute favorite why? song, although it is in the top 5, but this 'video remix' is just about the best and most stirring thing i've seen

why?: gemini (birthday song)*

*this song is actually only five minutes, and it is probably one of my favorite songs

excerpts from a collaborative short story by crystal miller & me

alec: next time i will hold you so tightly your kidney stone will fall out
we will both be drunk then or just me
i will fold you and lower you like we are fishing
on your back, in a sit-up position
i will kiss your forehead and do a push-up and
doing it
i will brake at your face and feel no pain at all


crystal: please just lets have one there outside now.
its blue not gray use your eyes. look with your eyes. with what?
and cravings and the grand slam at dennys and syrup and honey and toast with jam. yes we can.
only thing is you said do they quit serving breakfast at ten
at mcdonalds i quip i added that quip at the end but i said. really though, i said, the difference is attitude.

sleepingfish

i have a short story in the next issue of sleepingfish

makes me feel good, better

'this is your life'

was talking to someone about NOON magazine the other night

think i'm going to write an essay on NOON and post it here eventually

having real trouble writing or whatever

feel like i need to make changes

need to really change how i engage

how i view, map, generate relationships, friendships, etc.

feel like my shirt's always on backwards

or incorrectly buttoned if collared

i mean i want to turn my skin inside-out

'honest'

'honest' i swear

this is so hard for me to say

but

'feelings' and i need to call my grandmother

yesterday was my birthday

i felt so sad on my birthday

there is so much you have to do if you are an aspiring writer

for instance

you have to read so many blogs

you have to lament that you can't comment on those blogs because you don't know the people who write those blogs and it would be creepy to them or they would ignore your comment

you have to lament that you can't think of a way to befriend exclusionary bloggers on the internet

because you are weird and every blog post you make seems a solecism of some sort

you have to really, at once, 'love literature' and 'love the internet'

and you end up spending so much time reading blogs and maintaining a blog and watching the internet happen that you grow more frustrated and anxious and nervous

because your writing has slowed considerably

because you are barely reading anything at all

because

after so much time spent in between the space of internet and the space of literature

you realize

that both are endless

i never get emails anymore

chapbook review

have a review here:

http://thechapbookreview.com/current-issue/

chapbook review rules and i am glad to be a part of it