“I am interested only in ‘nonsense’; only in that which makes no practical sense. I am interested in life only in its absurd manifestation.” - Daniil Kharms
Hi, Mathias Svalina here. This is a photo of me & my dog D’Count in my favorite Colorado town, Leadville.
I’ll be tumblin today.
from Veil:
…
But I’ve dropped
more than an armful
of groceries or books
downstairs
into a train station.
An acquaintance says
she colors her hair
so people will help her
when this happens.
To refute her argument,
I must wake up
and remember my hair’s
already dyed.
…
hair collection site: Barbarella restaurant, La Jolla, CA
date: April 4, 2012
Diane works for the MSPCA, who are promoting hamster love with this video.
Thanks, Diane!
Love,
me & the animals
ps. Diane’s most recent & wonderful Wonderbender on my 1913 Press here here!
hair collection site: U.S. Mail
Susan’s hair traveled farthest fastest.
It came with this art & card from Hong Kong.
We watched the 2008 election with Susan in our Denver apartment with Ronald Johnson (the dog) & friends.
I miss Susan here, wherever that is, but I have these things.
hair collection site: Air Mail from Hong Kong
…called this donation “a grid lock”
I love Sarah’s loopy heart-shaped grid lock
& her perfect questioning here, listen:
“The question is: how did I become interested in poetry…I’d like to believe that all of us begin interested in poetry…and the real question is: how do we become or why do we become disinterested in poetry?”
hair collection site: U.S. Mail
Brenda is a champion of organizing via Code Pink—link—& as recently as this fall was mauled by the SWAT team at Berkeley during Occupy. Link to talk & reading here.
hair collection site: U.S. Mail
Don’t Say My Name
Skull, axis, kernel of focus,
hub of center, genius of crisis,
Drain, swaddled in silken tufts,
shawl, veil, scarf, majestic loft.
Listing, harebrained, keeling,
right side up and upside down,
one big lonesome brain searching
through eternity for eyes, arms, legs,
forty acres and a mule,
kind neighbors, good luck, faithful
lovers. Big, guileless baby of a brain
searching through eternity
with cracks in its skull
nerve endings escape,
attracting bees like honey,
lightning bolts like thoughts,
nerve endings like smoky moths.
What fool thinks of strands
of hair as passing thoughts?
Who wants to comb them all
morning and stroke them back
to sleep all night?
Whose hands haven’t
felt as if they’ve detached
to careen through space
like stray thoughts of a lost planet,
searching through space for your hair,
to touch it, to worship its source.
hair collection site: U.S. Mail
Poetics
Like many poets, I imagine, I keep a journal of phrases, images, snatches of conversation, etc. that I go to when I’m in the process of writing. I’m not a procedural or conceptual poet in the sense that I don’t begin with an interest in a specific set of formal problems to engage, though I admire poets who appear to work this way. However, once I have a specific idea for a poem I do think about the formal matters most appropriate—or most inappropriate—to the subject matter (and by appropriate and inappropriate I mean, of course, sedimented traditions). And then I write and rewrite but it’s very specific: some poems go through twelve, twenty, or more drafts, others, four or five. And I do believe in serendipity as I believe a poet must make his or her luck. My sense is that, for me and many others, the antennae are always up even if we are not always aware that they’re in reception mode.
Tyrone Williams, from The Cooperative Anthology of Contemporary American Poetry
hair collection site: U.S. Mail