An Interview with Ursula K. Le Guin

You go fishing in the Ocean of Story. There are a lot of fish there, and some of them are talking fish. Some stories are their voice. They tell themselves.

Three Poems

That’s a killer ape, just don’t
expect me to marinate it.

Two Poems

Start with two involving initial words

That which cannot be said must be passed over in silence: thoughts on setting Thomas Bernhard to music

My introduction to the author whose work would destroy a year and a half of my life, and will most likely poison many years more, began the evening of a horrific party filled with so-called artists of the sort with which London is littered.


late August
the summer
you stayed
in here

Three Conversation Poems

whatever’s in it, you have to take all of it / into you before you can let go of it, into your whole / being, your whole being, you know.

Meditations on Occupy: The Almost Here and Now of Geoffrey G. O’Brien’s People on Sunday

Sunday is re-cast from the traditional day of rest into a thinly-veiled extension of the capitalist workweek—a controlled illusion of repose so that the clock can be reset back to Monday.

Y and V

The 1 yen coin is made out of 100% / aluminum and can float on water.