Friday, October 27, 2006

i'm selling stuff

see link to the right.

nights in white denim

in other news, i was heartned to
see misty blues still in operation.
though the placard optimistically
promotes the lucid "offerings" of
"rascal jack and the gator-daters"
i'm sure this place will turn your
misty blues into happy browns.
$4.99 (american) lunch buffet; all
proceeds go towards renewal of
liquor license.

cntrctns exerpt

in florida.
up late.

from my list of
exciting contractions:

    n'at (rust belt specific)
    yo'n'to (south specific)


Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Friday, September 01, 2006

ya'll lakeview

b b b back

stay tuned for
"new pome" blog.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Monday, June 19, 2006

saved by loan defaults

tv's "Screech"
needs your help, well,
mostly your money.

no, really. | read more

Thursday, June 15, 2006

slack-jaw and jimmy

overheard a conversation at work
involving a man with a souped up
ponytail (and i don't mean souped
up in the went to a salon and had
that shit done up way) who
was kicking round the ol islamic
studies section with his bud and
happened across Reading Lolita
In Tehran
. what followed was
a molotov cocktail of "them iraqs
be teachin smut to them irag kids!"
and "man, thems that story there
about that guy who gets with a
li'girl, y'know? thats messed up,
man. Messed Up." his bud, the
voice of reason, said "did you
read this book or Lolita?" to
which his companion said "Nope.
and don't plan on it neither."

"The Dudes" / Luddhite Saddness

hello reader.
i'm somewhat back to a normal
internet routine; though i don't
yet have internet access in my
apartment which i am currently
subletting, i've grown accustomed
to checking baseball scores via
a cell phone. about that, i now
have a cell phone. i have named
it "The Dude", keeping in line
my sacred tradition of naming
all of my pricey possessions
"The Dude" or "Dudes", as is
the case with my poems and
blankets. sorry luddhites.
no tears.

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Guest Blogged by Aimee Thorne "I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN"

as carl seems not to be up to updating armasser, i have decided to not let the children down.

and by children i mean rob wodzinski.

this photo was taken the summer of 2004 on n. mississippi ave in portland oregon. the sign was obviously painted by a child; a child who we need to worry about becoming an eco-terrorist.

don't say i didn't warn you.

Monday, May 15, 2006

the slap pals of instant guff

still haven't moved.
new place is still being renovated.
press work still on hold.

    now playing:

    pedestrian deposit - fatale
    yellow swans - psychic secession
    meatloaf - bat out of hell
    leprechaun catering - kumkwats, lychees
    pink floyd - relics

back to writing

sunk, sort of

two days removed from viewing POSEIDON
on an IMAX movie screen at a local furniture
store. the entire scene bordered on the
absurd/amazing line. total first-date lighting
feel. lots of middle aged folks roaming around
too stoned to get into any semi-north shore
parties. so they end up at jordan's furniture
to spend thirty bucks on jelly beans and
fuddrucker cheeseburgers. and the furniture
is pricey, but solidly made. on to the movie.
if i were a movie buff, i'd give this one...
maybe...a half star. but if i like seeing dudes
impaled on shards of metal and broken glass,
or if i liked to look at burn victims, especially
on an IMAX screen, this one gets a hearty
five (out of six). acting wise i wasn't expecting
much. going in, i knew going in that any movie
boasting kurt russell as an ex mayor forced to
live out his legacy on a cruise ship slash off-shore
gambling casino (with daughter, and her fiancee,
mind you) while wearing a shitload of makeup,
as well as a quasi-gay richard dreyfus (with
earring too boot), was most likely going to
mean $11.00 down the toilet. in the end, you
walk away with two important messages:

    1.) if you're ever in the midst of a catastrophe
    or natural disaster, stick close to white folks.
    they're pros at surviving catastrophes and
    natural disasters.

    2.) half the time, rogue waves aren't
    entirely blame for a ships untimely
    destruction. don't believe the anti-
    rogue wave media. be a pro-rogue
    wave hype man.

in all, i'd rank POSEIDON
somewhere between the fade haircut and
jumping out of a second story window
in the pantheon of "things you have to
experience at least once, maybe twice."

Friday, April 28, 2006

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

bold, like a bathtub

the red box
is gone for good. in
its stead, please enjoy
some pictures of a
nautical vessel
salvaging plant.

from notebook: 4/24/2006

heavy metal band
names [ possible ]

    botched angst
    newton bars [cover band]
    newton sport bars
    hammer fed
    war parades
    sgt. assy
    power cravat
    snow black
    mikhail bulgakov
    the old housewives [cover band]
    death wish dos
    hell's gong [cover band]
    pony express [king crimson tribute]
    apoplexy now
    pall bears
    grim marine life
    the national dread cross
    gareth keenan investigates
    ear ache
    gollum socket
    david lynch [danzig tribute]
    the the who

Monday, April 24, 2006

hagler v. hagler (but bigger)

    all projects on hold
    until i'm finished moving.
    should be about a week
    all told for hiatus.

    coming soon:
    &&g website!!!!
    rob's chapbook! finally!
    sounds! on cd! and tape!
    more chapbooks!

    summer of
    / or

    poetry fever:
    catch it!

you're out the band, sunshine.

Friday, April 21, 2006

see below/ "the supreme adventure of out time"

yesterday. drove up to nahant.
all out crag coast was a beauty.
hills and local wild fisherman w/
red vans and secret know all's.
over to lynn for an unfortunate
bout with a wal mart. bought
movies and bath towels. forgot
the movies. went back tonight.
(no nahant). (no revere beach).
just straight on 1A north then
rotary loops to malden. bought
$17.00 worth of pizza. movies,
secure. wal mart was like being
in another country. intercom
inside jokes. "don't touch me"
written on ronald mcdonald.
mostly like a bill knott ditty.

tomorrow. junk stores.
must write 2,000 words
and plop it all into poems.
start packing. sort through
supplies. call utilities.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

from one end of a line to the other [57]

lock your storm doors
newton corner, i'm moving
to your town. may 1st.

i'll be the one moving
his stuff via the mbta
57 bus, and aimee's lil
hatchback. no laughs.
pointing, i'm ok with.
but no laughing.

Monday, April 10, 2006

praise words

    hang in there, champ


from notebook entitled:
an afternoon w/ realtor types

    6ft high ceilings a huge no

    realtors, why do you always
    lift up the toilet seat? that
    is usually a dealbreaker,

    "as you can see, this
    one has a lot of character!"
    note: "exposed wiring"

    "its a nice toilet seat,
    i must admit."

    "yay. everett."
    " ... "

    ok place. could be worse.
    no bars over windows.
    on street parking. oh,
    yes, its darling. but
    expensive. should i tell
    the realtor i just wanted
    to look at an awesome
    expensive apartment
    and maybe step inside
    one, and check out the
    decor? back to the $800
    range, we go.

    decor: systematic. they
    had a plan: seashells
    and dirty laundry.

    close to shopping area =
    next door to a walgreens.
    [underscored, a lot]

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

short poems


dry towns to
too wet towns
a livable hell
where the fires
are off by dusk


easty, indelible
wife went blind.
in the same room,
alzheimer hiss
in a pile.


the bones fell
out of him. of
whom, lorn to
titty bars. an
irreg. a coot.


eastern ohio
saunters t'dust
off t'bars clad
in eurethanes
as dead beats


page piano
baptists pals of
the white gyms
pommel horse

dead meat

Monday, April 03, 2006

blaster pastor

from notebook.
entry from o8/12/2003:

    at the bus stop right now is the inman sq
    heavy metal man sporting a killer fanny pack
    and short shorts that leaves NOTHING to the
    imagination. his ragtag friend is also with him.
    and, i'm not a lip reader, but i believe they are
    comparing the signiture solos and lyrical stylings
    of joe perry and steven tyler to the mathematical
    logic formulated by bertrand russell"

i don't remember any of that.

Friday, March 31, 2006

whatever the last title was +/- 2

happy birthday, roxie
(&&ghetto office cat)

i know you wanted
some new toys, but
money is tight, so
in its stead, i'll let
you eat some of my
sandwich, b'day girl

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

portable legs / "early morning risers"

you can now laugh
at my record collection.
just click on the red
box to the right.

the who v. porky pig

found a copy of john berryman's
77 dream songs from 1964
today. FOR FREE. thank you work
related perks. thank you and your
golden locks of freebie hair. did
i mention the inscription?

    january 1971

    dear haidee, "...then came a departure..."
    but no really - only a geographical bi-
    modality, as it were. but perhaps a
    departure, too, for you - a time of new
    beginnings and a new present; ergo a
    new future. be happy. gregor.

sounds like gregor
got his ass dumped.

i would've chosen the more
biting "come away, mr bones"
from song 77. but hey, i never
new haidee. i did however,
know someone who used to
do latch hook craft projects
and read most of the dystopic
"marvel 2099" comic books.
that special little warrior? me.

hooray for latch hook.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

year of the hog facade

"your ass is stinky
from sitting all day."

Monday, March 27, 2006



thinning hair on the
extinct acrylic of the
skyline. an aired-out
skull is an abatoir for
well ideas; hence the
thinning hair, he says.
as a gambler, always
bet your feet. accrued
abject failure on vhs?
being poor sure does.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

bitten tids / "hats off to the head-less!"

finished the covers for
new &&ghetto cd. they
look like they'll sound.
that's the best kudos
i've received so far.
so good. next up is
FALCONS. a la rob.


managed total destruction
of a blick screen. blick
screens are horrible but,
they're cheap and good
for small one off projects.
or in my case, if you just
want to throw down paint.
that sounded dirty.
damn dirty.


i've decided that my worst
fear ISN'T slipping on black
ice and falling under an
approaching bus/truck,
but rather, the guy in the
drug-rug/poncho thing
who hangs out at the linden
superette and says shit like
"wa'sup mang?" to me even
though he's a pasty lad
in a drug-rug and sandals.
i also fear change, but
not as much. perhaps,
if i had to choose, i'd still
be affraid of slipping on
black ice and falling
under an oncoming bus.


i'm addicted to The Office.
BBC version, of course.


that's about it. today
someone at work asked
if anything interesting had
happened to me lately. i
thought about it for a
moment, and replied,

Friday, March 24, 2006

Monday, March 20, 2006

thanks aimee for the 17" drum

and instantly,
i'm in a jazz-trance...

no fun fest = yes fun fest
seeing bloodyminded = #1
seeing hive mind = #2
bowery street vendors = #3

nyc was another
sensory overload,
again. love it.

pictures posted
over here

    while walking around east 3rd
    and taking photos, a fellow
    informed me that if i took his
    picture, he'd beat me with his
    "shoes, fists, and assortment
    of harmful bric a brac." i asked
    him directions to "the wharfing
    district" to which he instantly
    straightened up, said something
    to effect of "t'bleffin to ave zi! zi!
    n'n'n'thens leffin LEFFIN!!!!"
    [hands in pocket, legs locked,
    one of those lean-forward yells]

purchased anselm berrigan's
new book of poems as well.
read it on the bus ride home.
twice. three times, a lady.

Friday, March 17, 2006

i would like a hundred hugs.

taking a break from
writing. not much to
say tonight, other than:

"the most surprising conclusion
i can draw from these results is that
most superheroes were not inherently

explaination | here


i'm off to ny, ny
for no fun fest.

see you at the,
uh, merch table.

Monday, March 13, 2006

whatever the last title was +/- 2

two more days until five
day vacation. the best part
is that other than no fun
fest on saturday, i've made
no real plans. althought,
the likelyhood that i'll end
up in a park playing frisbee
by myself looms large. if
you've never played frisbee
solo, you are in for treat.
you know the feeling of
thinking you'll never catch
a frisbee because of the
arc and trajectory-math
involved but you turn on
the jets and the frisbee
dies in the wind and you
end up catching it without
having to dive? its like
that, but ALL THE TIME.
no more having to stop and
throw it to some ass clown.

    pomes [sic].
    late night walk.
    a beer.

now reading:
websters collegiate dictionary, 11th ed.
rip it up and start again - simon reynolds
confederates in the attic - tony horwitz

Saturday, March 11, 2006


overheard in hardware store,
centre st, jamaica plain:

    jamaica plain, baby!
    it's the motherland!


Friday, March 10, 2006

grand total gangs

possible birthday
card greeting:

    may the world be your
    great big wet dumpster.

put down that ho arse

finished cutting the covers
(45 in all) for rob's chapbook.
after a few more minor snips
to the stencil, they should be
printed in the next week. next
will be the final bit of formats
for the poems themselves,
then they get cut to size...

decided that the worst job
in pantheon on horrible jobs
goes to the arduous task
of cleaning out the wheels
on a shopping cart upon
closing of the supermarket.
this includes:

    long strands of hair
    long strands of fabric
    shoe laces
    elastic bands
    paper clippings
    plastic produce bags

i know, because i watched
a man clean the wheels of
several carts while waiting
to pay for my groceries. it
came to the point where i
truly felt superior then i
looked down and saw that
i was holding shampoo,
laundry detergent, and a
kit kat candy bar. when i
left: no eye contact. just
shame. on the plus side,
my "juicy green apple"
suave shampoo ($1.99)
smells like juicy green
apples. and you think i
don't eat any fruit...

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

ever on goes the road o'wolf eyes

last night was sort of like
an active fresh scented
speed stick deodorant
jamboree, and wolf eyes
was invited. show was
a smash. lost about
five pounds through
sweating. slammed
heads. fist pumps!

Monday, March 06, 2006

avatars to sinking ships / "register poems"


    scroll finials.
    some slipping
    of a moustache
    like a shirt collar
    for a nose in two.


    one cent deaths'
    rattle river. my
    professional life
    giving avatars
    to sinking ships.

Sunday, March 05, 2006

st francis of the sea

dear diary.

so far rob's chapbooks are looking amazing.
dark pink (or light red) depending on your
cccp/ soviet union stance. black sea
creature with white mouth. both screen
printed. looks angry. its not. its a gentle
monster. tentacles are spoonable. i'm sorry
you had to find out this way, rob. still have
a couple kinks to work out. namely the
spelling of rob's maiden name. all will be
sorted out, pending federal cooperation
and rob's inevitable release from juvy.

in other news:
successfully deleted over 400 songs
from itunes. mostly remnants from my
short lived dixieland jazz phase.
if you're counting, thats 2.12GB.

quick poem written at work:


    an arsenal
    of ruffians.
    dept run by
    short legs.


Saturday, March 04, 2006

Thursday, March 02, 2006

hagler v. hagler (but bigger)

getting ready to clean
the kitchen. i'm fighting
funk with funk. i got

objective 1: fridge.
or as i like to call it,
the place where our
food goes to die.
if it sags or drips,
its getting tossed.
my apologies.

objective 2: sink.
yes, i wash my
printing screens
in the sink.

objective 3: odor.
locate source of
funk, drop the bass,
raise the treble.

objective 4: pride.
see above, but
substitute "funk"
with "pride"

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

the old kitchen sink locationer's office

two days off in a row.
i'm leaving what i should do
in your hands.

should I:

    - go to museum of fine arts
    - go to the town of arlington, briefly
    - go to lexington, see battle nostalgia
    - draw sea monsters
    - go buy paper for rob's chapbook
    - visit hospital, put smiles on invalids
    - go to store and buy a new ink mover
    - invest in credit union, pull out, lie to feds
    - go to the mall and fall asleep somewhere
    - do nothing, look out window

as of now, i'm leaning towards
working on rob's chapbook. but
the thought of creating a minor
credit union fiasco is enticing.

Monday, February 27, 2006

giant GABUNZA 50% sale at work

and the next person who
comes in and shouts out
"gabunza!" in a horrible
and insulting asian accent
will get a swift headbutt
to their throat, courtesy
of yours truly. my only
request that that person
be tall, because i can't
crouch or squat and THEN
headbutt. i need to be
standing upright.

also, gabunza is a term
the owner came up with.
i think it means something
zen-like. like the sale
is so huge that you can't
even see it. its everywhere.
huge, like fog. ...
in other words, i have no
idea what it means.

and with major sales
in bookstores, you
invariably get the "well
i normally wouldn't buy
this for $4.99, but for
$2.50, i'm more than
willing to broaden my
knowledge of maine's
highway infrastructure",
and the old ladies
who seemingly seem content
with throwing their
S.S money at me for
partially damaged, and
non-refundable goods.

i love you,

pms [sic]


    two and a half laps
    around concourse a.
    curt heirs to parlor
    stools, sag. some of
    the women lie to me.
    a flatbed, hairnets,
    chiefly british, sag.
    paunchy conde nast
    rucksacks. show me
    the electric stairs!


    to kentucky heat, three on
    the doorstep, the thin of
    a ranch slept t'the right,
    aye drunk! a rented room
    all alone, saddle mattress
    I developed from cashy
    lady, she was ideal, via
    flapping flags, goodbye
    goldenrods, and rigors,
    and dry towns, goodbye.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

gold rooms / "videogame lords"


tomorrow night: screen printing
madness. cd covers. hardcore
octopus! black! like if winslow
homer was commissioned to
do metal records.

tonight: writing.
background: gris gris.
apt. temp: 85

    its the price i pay for
    having heat included
    in the rent. sure i lose
    a few pounds and all
    the houseplants have
    died, but with the $$
    i'm saving, i can buy
    new plants and lbs.

breaks over,
back to work.


Friday, February 24, 2006

fast service'n a hun'

the one, and the only,
hopefully the only,

its the Osmonds

Tuesday, February 21, 2006



    you could hold
    the dust of the thirties
    far behind.

    then the dust
    left you.


    the fraud holding
    bluffs of smoked up
    heirloom earshots.
    the war for loans'
    been exhausted.


    bollix up keep
    the masculine legs
    of my suitcase a

    cold poorway
    of piss-hats


    cardboard dresses
    to board. vehement
    undressings. un-

    pluggings. a life
    of a traipsing.


    pier paolo died
    in a portmanteau.
    alm ads on poor
    memorials for
    each horseface.

Monday, February 20, 2006

no title


    insensitive names
    inspired by cleaning

    smelly o'chlorox
    wilhem von white cat fur
    david shitty
    swiffy mcbroomcheap
    mary anne penpickerupper
    pooper goethe
    guido laundry
    alejandro changejar



60's SF music scene
posters on display
at the MFA

Saturday, February 18, 2006

portable legs / "early morning risers"

so much for my spring

in: no fun fest tickets.
march 17-19th. brooklyn.

off to stationary store
for pens and date stamp.

i'm a champion of
regal living.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

spring early

"i can hear the grass grow"

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

also, if anyone wants to
go to no fun fest in march,
email me and we can
meet up and geek out
amidst noise music.
or i will, at least. alone.
so so very alone.

my camera, my notebook, and me (or I)

tomorrow: a walking adventure.

plan thus far:

    take bus to sullivan sq. (photos)
    walk to mystic power plant (photos)
    walk up to chelsea
    take bridge to shipyard (photos)
    cross over into the charlestown area
    catch 92/93 bus downtown
    eat pizza somewhere (write)
    go to twisted village records (blow $$$)
    head home, dinner (write)
    print up poems, then----

this way thursday
is completely free.

hooray for the

bon voyage,

p.s. wish me luck.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

mascot first ballot sixer

please begin your
journey | here

wolf eyes mov

wolf eyes mov
from TT's show | here

if you look
carefully, i'm
up front on the
left, by the sheet
of metal. rocky
fist pumper.


catching up with the
great g.j. parra | here

when you forget the name of a restaurant: fib

"well, yes. there is a sit-down
restaurant two blocks down
called The Manhole.
its zagat rated."

Sunday, February 12, 2006


ccurent painting project.
click to enlarge.

akuma no uta / slalom knocks

    currently painting to | boris

thought about giving you my
accu-weather forcast. didn't.
instead i will say that my sarcasm
has risen sharply due to the
impending 36 inches of snow.
everytime someone asks me
"how much snow we gettin?"
i kick the exaggerated total
up a few. and since ias just
asked, i'm going with the bold
prediction, of 48 inches.

if i had a tv, i'd be all up
in giant slalom's face.
i am a sucker for human
intrest stories. especially
the ones that typically
manifest in the giant
slalom circles.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

&&ghetto equipment

    tomorrow, we rock.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

zz carl

tonight, and tonight
only: zz carl.

    top three
    zz top songs:

    1. under pressure (100 fist pumps/min)
    2. sleeping bag (76 fist pumps/min)
    3. cheap sunglasses (75 fist pumps/min)

[the 2nd "z" in "zz top"
stands for "zzFILTHY!"
re: the "el loco LP" era.]

Monday, February 06, 2006


back to writing.


instead of restaurants with bathrooms,
there should be bathrooms with
restaurants. sure nine out of the ten
times you use the bathroom you
probably were not hungry. but
think about that one time. and
how great it would've been to
look to your left, and saw some
sandwiches or a deli spread.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

honda' handle forty'iv 'em

in honor of the super bowl,
i present and honor to detroit,
that wonderful museum of
post war decay! | here

fav: art center/parking garage

also check out the very old
and very abandoned Michigan
Central Station | here
and | here

Friday, February 03, 2006

stopping of the presses

"i'm still waiting for the day
when they call a meeting just
for the sole purpose of
watching [name deleted]'s
head explode.... it'll be like
going to a gallagher show."

not to toot my own horn,
but sometimes my killing
of two birds with one stone
crack me up. in this case,
i get to blow off work
steam, by doubling it w/
the inevitable gallagher
knock. i don't even care
if i'm spelling his name

Thursday, February 02, 2006

coming soon!

currently in production:

    The Mt. Tom Poems - short poems #1-25

    Live, From Hell - short poems #26-50

cool off kid printer

Wednesday, February 01, 2006


my dogs are barkin'

day off tomorrow.

    give em th' old
    strumpet eye!


    we're a lot like
    hearns v hagler!


Tuesday, January 31, 2006

the swamp thing v the sweet thaaaang

successfully prepared
and filed my taxes.

didn't see any handy
"gizmo deductions"


found time to flip
through new issue
of wire. its the
annual year in re-
wind issue. makes
great dinner conv.

    possible british psueds:

      eisenhower fabb
      stag johns
      beatrice hamm
      ford f. forsythe 3rd
      peter simon-hogg
      gordie st john
      delia manwarning
      bruce derbyshire
      axl rose

Saturday, January 28, 2006

with nothing left to say, i say this

hello. back from vac.

started a photo blog | here

to hell with

Saturday, January 21, 2006


still on vacation.
please enjoy the lamp.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

vacation post #one

just finished metal mania
on vh1-classic. awesome
videos by malmsteen, judas
priest, over kill, and for
the first time ever, i was
able to watch the iron man
video by sabbath on a tv
screen larger than ten inches.
the magnitude of this event
can not be put into words.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

random liners (notebook to notebooks)

one more day of work until
vacation. two weeks. packing
light. or lite. hitting the road
south. wayyy south. by the
time i get back, progress,
real progress, will be made
on The Public Mt. Tom
Pomes [sic]
. honest.
when i get back, that shit's
gonna hit the printer. stat.
pronto. asap. ev'thang
else will be on hold.


"i was a stranger just yesterday"

Friday, January 13, 2006

power of wrestling salad

any sears fitting room or
the pittsburgh greyhound station?


now i can paint with the windows open

hotter than hell in a
fridge outside!

Thursday, January 12, 2006

jukebox (reprise)

golden earring - golden earring

you might remember them from "radar love" when you should really
remember them for the awesome train wreck that is "i'm gonna send
my pigeons to the sky". this song truly underscores the liberty bands
"back then" took in using everyday actions (in this case, a rock n'roll
diplomat sent from the future via an altered time/space continuum
to proclaim "stop with the wars... n'stuff!" only be told to pipe down
which causes the RnR diplomat to unleash a bass solo so heavy,
upon hearing it, one is able to inexplicably tie their shoelaces with
their ass-cheeks) and turning them into metaphors for huffing pcp in
your friend's garage. either that, or this record is just big collective
"man, that rod stewart dude is sort of fruity, huh?"
their words. not mine.

the hidden fanged rattlesnake

found photo.
it's pre-spring(y)

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

or "A Spacemen's Grasp of the Concept of Value"

walking up the four
flights of stairs to
my apartment is
sort of like playing
(((((((((((old school)
Donkey Kong

the 'papes

dude two tables down from me
claps his newspaper and looks in
my direction. i notice him and
look up from my paper. i go
back to reading. he coughs a bit
and says "didja heer 'bout ta
shootings in all-stuun?" and i
say "yeah, just read about it.
and he says "eyuh live ryeover
theh, y'know? bu i'duno
whuh theh papers a'sayin,
y'know." to which i respond
w/ "......................." and he
just looks at me and grins.
he keeps staring at me.
still staring at me. i look at
him and ask "so did you
do it?" to which he responded
....oh i'duno."

i then wished i had my
recorder on me.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

return of the fog walker


just odered the three
new cassettes. they
will be my vacation

Monday, January 09, 2006

randon band names (with genre)

    The Who vs. Porky Pig (rock)
    The St. Che Orchestra Players (chamber)
    The Stomacher Now (jazz quintet)
    aids (motivational)*
    Death Creation (metal)
    The Plastic Hair of the 1980's Miles Davis (psych-jazz)
    turdflute (power noise)
    The Epicene Sisters or Brothers (alt country)

*not to be confused with
the disease.

dolby nr on/off

read "Be Honest--You're Not That Into Him Either"
on my lunch break. diagnosis: she's just not that
into me.

on a side note, i also flipped though
"why men love bitches" .

decided i'm just not into bitches.
well, maybe these bitches

rules /// brown ones



    "like british people
    and reggae. odd!"

Sunday, January 08, 2006

blob dylan

customer just bought a copy
of the kama sutra and a book
on how to make long distance
romances work. i was tempted
to advise that he buy a book
on dsl internet. you don't
want to have to do cyber-sutra
on a 14 kb/s connection.

that's just plain silly.

steinbeck back-bones adj.

new hobby- taking train outbound
to last stop, boston college out
and walking all the way back home
with total tape rot HIVEMIND "death tone"
cassette at max volume on half
broken walkman. and having to
flip sides by the time the resevoir
appears. then over washington st
crossing and sit under some tree
in front of some research lab
for a sec. then flip back to side A.
stroll home. back to writin'

Saturday, January 07, 2006



its the end of one of the
shittiest weeks ever.

what got my through
the shittiest week ever?

reminding myself that
i'll always have my
Fall records.....
always. as proof, their
went from #7 to #1
in my itunes top 25.

Friday, January 06, 2006

grizzly man (2005)

finished watching GRIZZLY MAN
a movie by w.herzog.

if i could sum it up in one
sentence, it would be:

"if a drug-dude
and a grizzly bear
decided to mate, this
movie would eat
their baby."

more info | here

windsor mccay (1869-1934)

here he is | windsor mccay

every other day of my life
is a windsor mccay comic.

big time art/poem-inspirer
especially "Dream of a Rarebit Fiend".
its up there with zukofsky's "A"

ghost of the previous post

KILLER trip to blick
art store. canvas is
70 percent off. oil
stick though, still
a bit pricey.

      top 3 BLUE CHEER
      songs to listen to
      while replying to

      parchman farms
      doctor please
      come and get it


ARM SLASHER + itunes

creation on new itunes
folder called "HANKAARON"

    word to the wise,
    duct tape does not
    = a band aid substitute.

    if you're going to be
    cheap about it, just
    steal some from work

Thursday, January 05, 2006

five lined / "moon enslavement"


the out-dance
of jersey-refinery
at twilight

the heavy visits
to new where


irascible hats.
the iron radiator
lip. best western
lion tamer maid
staff. choleric.


you could hold
the dust of the thirties
far behind.

then the dust
left you.


the fraud holding
bluffs of smoked up
heirloom earshots
the war for loans

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

create your own visited states map

1/2 nautical almanac

carly ptak | photo

awkward 2006

went to the grocery store.
bought razor blades and
a loaf of bread. the clerk
rang up the items and
shot me a confused look.
i shot back a shit eating
grin as best i could. it
was one of those times
when i wished my fear
of self checkout wasn't
so steadfast.

back to 2am walks
by myself? nnnnnnn-yes.

recording the flats of others

apartment fumigation day #7
(or 8 or so). did what any self-
respecting man would've done
in this situation: bought pants.
(new ones. i do own pants).

thank you also to aimee
for the Fugs record (an
original ESP LP too boot).
that was the LP snob in
me coming out. here he
comes again: bob segar
sucks. not LP snobbery
per se, but still...


best mail day EVER.

grand total gangs

buddha machine: arrived!

directions: all in japanese!
already ran it through an
overloaded mixer.

sounds: killer!

the nighter the lighters went outers






article on silver apples
get up/set up | here

Tuesday, January 03, 2006