loved it, ate it

i wrote a "review" of blake butler's book 'pretend i am there but very little' on venom literati. you should read it. it is important.

"i used to use mousse in my hair. that was when i liked good charlotte."

brandon scott gorrell did a funny interview with matthew savoca. it is mostly about hair.

sometimes i call him brandon scott etc. instead of brandon scott gorrell because i feel tired and confused by the end of his name. i hope he likes this is and is not insulted. i have never spoken to him so he may not appreciate me having a nickname for him already. it is not 'appropriate.' whatever.

i got sick just now at target. twice actually. then i took a cab home and now i feel shaky. the cab driver was not a safe driver. i should not go to target anymore.

"i saw the pillow and i had to eat it"

i have been writing about people that eat metal lately and i feel like the video i just posted on venom literati should be a part of my people eating metal book. watch it watch it watch it.

i feel like this right now

sometimes when on fire i say,
“someone should answer the phone” and
“i am not going to answer the phone.”
then i hear a woman yelling.

i am not going to serve copper pennies
at dinner. i feel calm and then i feel wrenched.
i feel like i am the refrigerator and you are the window.
it is only today that i learned what a fire axe is.

what if you had a yellow orb of light for a head.
i would very much like going to sleep with you.
oh can we go to sleep? i have been waiting
for permission to break the moon with an axe.

when i am on fire i don’t feel obligated
to do the dishes. i do not even take out the trash.
i lie on the couch and smolder.
this is not my fault.

dolls by tom whalen

i read this book this morning. it was the 2006 caketrain chapbook competition winner. i think i really like it. it is sad and creepy and beautiful. and it describes childhood savageness and sexuality very accurately i think. also it brought back tactile memories of my favorite doll victoria. i miss hugging her and smelling her hair.

here is my favorite page:

Once a Doll Was Exploring Her Intestines

Once a doll was exploring her intestines and fell in. What? The doll could not be dreaming. Dolls do not dream. The walls were wet and of stone that sparkled. Oh, I am lost, I am lost. But dolls don't know where they are. A man with a moustache in the shape of an anopheles mosquito passed by her. His clothes and shoes were made of scrap metal. Next she encountered a rat carrying a toy truck in its mouth. What, what? Then an unlit candle and a deaf alligator were carried off by a beetle.

Night descended. The child put her to bed. The dog peed in the corner. Dolls do not pee, at least not proper ones. Still, she went on exploring, saying What, what, I am lost, I am lost, while the dog slept on and the child released from her vagina a large bright red goldfish.

the hot air balloonist and pedro are not in love

my chapbook "i am in the air right now" is being published by greying ghost press! greying ghost press makes lovely chapbooks and they have a lot of good things lined up. thank you to carl annarummo and shane jones.