Wednesday, November 29, 2006

"It is better to drink wine and talk shit..."

I have to repost this and get the word out:



"It has been scientifically proven that if we drink 1 liter of water each
day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of
Escherichia coli bacteria found in feces, in other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop!

However, we do not run that risk when drinking wine (or rum, whiskey, vodka, beer or other liquors) because alcohol has to go through a distillation process of boiling, filtering and fermenting. It is better to drink wine and talk shit than to drink water and be full of shit. There is no need to thank me for this valuable information. I am doing this as a public service."



from: HotWhiskeyblog.blogspot.com

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

for chels.

The Viaduct
It’s vegetable Puree
Language undulation:
Sympathetic Awareness
DARE

It’s sitting like this
It’s entangling and untangling the knot:
The fish attempting to swim thru the mesh
Phonetic gibberish unwound
in a link
Knitting riveting patterns

It’s sedative and energetic
A soporific vigor beat

Sillily, similarly an
alteration of seely [happy]

Passion
It’s the world according to Garp.
It’s you and me.

Monday, November 27, 2006

I took out Horoscope

Associated neuron
Lumberjack
Ducky
827N3
cadlink
wagedrgn
The People’s Reoublic of Matt
Ether bunny
Go away
D&E’s Lovenet
Otisaly
ACTIONTEC
Phideux
Belkin54g
Upstairs
Psyche
Gweb
seaLAN
Chrysalis
linksys
TANNER
Pringle Wifi
MS Home
Mahoney Wireless
Nabor
fronzaglia
dlink
addey_wireless
BuhseMagun
Lemons
Drumbeatg
GLS
Linksyssans
Licata1
Varanasi

ATTENTION:

I feel all envelopes should have perforated edges.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Today in a nutshell ("look I'm in a nutshell!")

sittin under batik queso heating onions salsa tomatoes toes avocado smash dish been known to gild the lilies with lime cleanse jeannie geneie genie jeanie woodchuck ryan adams on computer mp3 sun shining in front door purple rocket trunk door ajar door open borrow from neighbors cayenne noah licata welcome to our shoe-free home! incense projecting from plant soil fish tank dark and fishless piano book open to song with flamenco notes tapestry curtains with soft maroon oms flesh is dying hanging above PROGRAMME MUSIQUE painting nedmex the very persistent gapers of frip written in a language that was meant to fuck you up iko nibbles a little when he’s happy wasn’t nursed so still sucking thumb largehead photobatik wax coaster plum red bookshelf you know what tears me up? The tracers shovels dig a hole and go in it and hibernate. The Grateful Dead movie he’s dancing on rollerskates but not really they are cowboy boots. Be mine be my winding wheel. Cranium we landed on the head put thesethree heads togeth… he likes his ellipses Omphalos sausage eccentric (ek-sen-trick) shit “t’aint right, t’aint right- it's thanks” made a bacon grease? Drag album work here pass the tub of dish basement flood washer water undulation “of course kitty-litter is trademark otherwise it’d be CAT SHIT BOX” 23rd not 24 early bill pay said maybe 56 haomeny? Would you dance delightfully my tea organic temple warm warm no more vapor emissions twirling upward ghosts in my coffee escaping who’s got my coffee? Pumpkin latte star shit. Thankful for this this and this. All of this.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

mine mind 11.21.06

Burle’s a plumber from Durango CO. Lives with his wife Betty whom he met at a bar while playing bass in a band and she wanted a baby. Kenzy is 3 and a child genius “You want to live above a mountain house and hang out with a brilliant child?” t.b. Rides a cerulean '93 explorer, stick shift. Birthday is day after. Avoiding corn and wheat to see how his body reacts. Ate two squares of corn bread last night and felt awful. N g. As submodifier: to a very high degree. Archaic: vertically. Burle calls it rat-caving. I’d call it pipe-spelunking. Tunnel scrabble. Cave exploration. He said it’s just crawl-wriggling and knocking your head on shit.
Bluegrass tunes permeate the kitchen like his elk stew last Tuesday. (secret ingredient is thyme) Mandolin, harmon, dobro, bass, martin. Voices like mellifluous rivulets. Voice like a broken washboard, rusty.
“you could wait around all day for a mess a’ hippies.”

wage waitressing would be better than racing the sun
freelance on weekends
flowershop. Bloom. Recent favorites: coxcomb and heliconia.
Terracotta roses run riot. Folk Art.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Friday, November 10, 2006

Fox Curl




vulpecula sepia
slither aisle
Cunning sleep eye
Perk-eared smile

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Harry Smith.



Hello friends. I am on to another endeavor. This guy (Harry Smith) was saved by Allen Ginsberg a few decades ago from the crummy streets of NYC and housed at my very own NAROPA in a cottage. Funded by the Grateful Dead Foundation, Harry lived on a few more years to continue his eccentric, inspiring life. He collected paper airplanes from around the country and noted where each came from. I've started my own collection here in Boulder (collecting is good habit for us mountain folk). Buttons! I am collecting buttons. Cool ones, of course. Send me buttons friends!

3282 4th st
boulder, co 80304