Libraries
In my house there is a library. It used to be called the playroom, back when I was very small and very young and learned what _Don Quixote_ was by watching the _Wishbone_ episode. It was a library then, too, but I didn’t really notice. It has shelves for walls all stuffed with books, generally […]
Mr. Poem
Mouth taking the form
around like the moistening apple core
which deforms peculiarly
in the way of these things,
Creole
“All gone Quinn.”
“Who sir?”
“Shy Anne.”
“You sure?”
Cinquains
__Rooms Full of Pottery Make Me Want to Smash Things__
Nervous,
(as I am in
china shops,) when you place
your hand on my back, saying, “I
am Here.”
LSD and Two Thousand Miles Between Us
“and the water felt like crystals” you are saying, buzzing in my ear where the phone is
wedged between shoulder and cheek and
I am barely listening,
lost in myself,
A Snap
A snap. Audible, no, probably not. But tenable, real. Crack. The sound that comes when you break. I know. I broke two days ago. It was afternoon, or evening, I’m not certain. Snapped from everything. I was a leaf, all else a branch—a tornado snapped our connecting twig, and I was swept up. I don’t […]
Slow Your Roll
The opening of the McDonald’s on the Spanish Steps in Rome was the catalyst that drove Carlo Petrini to found the Slow Food movement in 1986. The 14000-square-foot, 800-seat McDonald’s, one of the largest in the world, has also been described as one of the most elegant, featuring frescoes, statue replicas, and a stone tile […]
Hotel for Dogs
Doug Aitken’s installation _Migration (Empire)_, which is on view in front of the University Art Museum until November 14, has two very different faces.
Phallus Palace
Examining Die Antwoord’s new video “Evil Boy,” it seems more meaningful and efficient to list all the _non-phallic_ imagery:
