May 2013
10 posts
1 tag
The three versions of El Greco's Christ Driving...
2 tags
Eight Polaroid photographs by Walker Evans
2 tags
Nine (more) photographs of burgers, and one (more)...
See also: Nine photographs of burgers by Lisa Ciccarello
DEAR FRIENDS & FOLLOWERS—SEEKING YOUR ADVICE
What are your preferred translations/translators/editions of Chekhov’s short stories? Message me through Tumblr. Thank you!
3 tags
Imperial Nostalgias—a poem by Joshua Edwards
1 tag
H u m a n A c t i v i t y—a poem by Dot Devota
6 tags
THE GENESIS OF BOOKS, NO. TWO—The Citizenry of the...
A book of poems is a civic affair. Among other civic rehearsals and performances, a book of poems establishes the bounds of a free country-life, while proclaiming the citizenship of the poet in the free country-life of the poems, as well as the poems. It is comprised of what the poems do—how they behave, barter, interact, undress themselves and each other; the ways they manifest the negative and...
1 tag
The eight hands in Albrecht Dürer's Christ among...
3 tags
The camera can create a lovely poem even from...
April 2013
17 posts
Between 1969 and 1978, the poet Wong May—born in China, raised in Singapore, educated in Singapore and Iowa (MFA, 1968)—published three books of brazen, inflamed, and brilliant poems of both personal and social consequence, that seemed, then as now, thoroughly beyond settlement and compare. A Bad Girl’s Book of Animals (1969), Reports (1972), and Superstitions (1978), were, and are,...
2 tags
The five versions of Arnold Böcklin's Isle of the...
3 tags
Ernest Meissonier's The Barricade (1848), Roger...
2 tags
Eight photographs from David Wojnarowicz's Rimbaud...
3 tags
Ten collages by Nicholas Lockyer (2012-2013)
3 tags
Kurt Schwitters' The Holy Night by Antonio Allegri...
2 tags
Helen Frankenthaler's Mountains and Sea (1952) &...
1 tag
Five pages from Unica Zürn's Solfège (1960s)
5 tags
My book, PORTUGUESE, is, as a social animal—mineral?—about a month old, and as its poet, its nice to watch it go out, interact with, and fuck up in, the world. Its especially nice to watch how the world goes into, interacts with, and fucks up in it. My favorite response to Portuguese has been, so far, in the form of the above photograph. That’s Anna. She lives in Maine. Next to her is her...
1 tag
The Brain Impressed in Its Oddities—a poem by...
2 tags
Seven photographic portraits of Charles Baudelaire...
3 tags
[POWERS, DOMINIONS.]—a poem by Paul Celan, from...
Nine collages and prints from Cy Twombly's Natural...
2 tags
Eight collages of/from the selected rejection...
Watch
Five paintings by Hilma Af Klint (1862–1944)
Three sets of paintings by Francisco Goya and...
March 2013
19 posts
Ten pages from Katsushika Hokusai's block-printed...
Four paintings—Rosy-Fingered Dawn at Louse Point...
Five portraits of Guillaume Apollinaire—by Asger...
Sandra Botticelli's La Derelitta (1495) & Vincent...
Four renditions of The Crucifixion—by Giotto di...
Saint Sebastian by Camille Corot (1850-1855) &...
La Mosquée and Paysage algérien—two paintings by...
The novice worries on the monastery wall—a poem by...
WHILE RIDING THE BUS TO SCHOOL ON THE FIRST DAY OF FIRST GRADE, September 1984, I started writing a poem. Or rather, a poem started writing itself. The poem was called “Portuguese.” It was largely unintelligible. It was, in fact, a collaboration between me and a fourth grader whom I did not know. All the words—or word—were his. All the feelings were mine. Now, more than twenty-eight...
Eight collages from Terry Winters' Notebook...
SPENDING SOME PART OF THE COMING WEEKS doing things I often and rarely do, that is traveling with friends (often) and reading (rarely), in low-light and high, poems and prose and whatever I find most or least suitable of the scraps gathering shit and sunshine. Here’s a list of where I’ll be, confirmed—that is, not including kitchen tables, graveyards—and with whom, who are, let me...
Five moments of black and gray in Edouard Manet's...
Jean-François Millet's The Sower (1850) and Robert...
Essays in Idleness (Tsurezuregusa)—five surimono...
SPENDING SOME PART OF THE COMING WEEKS doing things I often and rarely do, that is traveling with friends (often) and reading (rarely), in low-light and high, poems and prose and whatever I find most or least suitable of the scraps gathering shit and sunshine. Here’s a list of where I’ll be, confirmed—that is, not including kitchen tables, graveyards—and with whom, who are, let me...
Nine Color Studies for Homage to the Square, by...
Since 2008 I’ve been making work—drawings, poems, prose, travel notes, questionnaires, transcriptions, limited edition sketchbooks—under the name, THE GRAVE ON THE WALL. Some of these have appeared in books (The Grave on the Wall; Portuguese) and magazines (Action Yes; Fence; New American Writing); in one instance, on my friend’s left arm. Ten typewritten pages from The Grave are...
February 2013
18 posts
Seven Insomnia Drawings by Louise Bourgeois
Six moments in The Procession to Calvary, by...
Spleen (8)—a poem by Wong May (from Superstitions:...
