Had a poem published in very good company in the very glossy fancy Hobo Magazine outta NY. You can read the editor’s intro HERE. Also in the mag is an interview with Harmony Korine. I hope he read my poem.
Wrote about my favourite bookstore in the world for the National Post here
Also, I’ve been writing content all summer for a cool interactive project by THIS design company, responsible also for the musical swings outside place des arts. I basically made up content for a radio show that is hosted by a historic train station. I’ll post the link when and if it is ever complete.
That weavers in particular, together with scholars and writers with whom they had much in common, tended to suffer from melancholy and all the evils associated with it, it is understandable given the nature of their work, which forced them to sit bent over, day after day, straining to keep their eye on the complex patterns they created. It is difficult to imagine the depths of despair into which those can be driven who, even after the end of the working day, are engrossed in their intricate designs and who are pursued, in their dreams, by the feeling that they have got hold of the wrong thread.Sebald
"…sometimes dutifully falling and getting out, with perfect fortitude, saying “look at the skill and spirit with which I rise from that which resembles the grave but isn’t!”http://anneboyer.tumblr.com/post/48690531600/what-resembles-the-grave-but-isnt
Laura Broadbent by Colter Illingworth
the happiest time of my life besides baby-hood which i do not remember. Francesca runs this drool blog and others and is a real talented lady I want to know more of: http://www.patternclash.com/
Morton Feldman’s “Crippled Symmetry” (1983) for flute, percussion and piano/celesta.
High speeds passing cliffs
NY in Spring in Colour
Some recent pictures from an off beat trip to NY. I’ll try again in the summer.
I love the Barnstormer because it is inclusive, literate, radical, an anti sports-site sports-site! I was happy to contribute. It can be read Here.
Derek Beaulieu from No Press has published a limited run, hand-bound chapbook of my posthumous interview with Clarice Lispector. This chapbook is in the company of so many wicked writers.
Can you name the first impulse to write?
A kind of crazy, crazy harmony.
A hallelujah that fuses the darkest
human howl of the pain of separation
but is a shout of diabolical happiness.
The evil that is the good.