piano players are more interesting songwriters than rhythm guitar players

This is something I reached while walking home today with my first iced coffee of 2011. It is based on watching American Idol do Carole King night, which taught me surprises like: Carole King wrote "I'm Into Something Good." Further research has now taught me that "I'm Into Something Good" was in one of the brave little toaster movies.

In other news, a story from L!L!F is up at The Fanzine: "Same Heart They Put You In." The story is about Napa Valley 90s weird kids and features krill, nintendo, Rottweilers, cannibalism, and writing 80085 on your calculator. Thanks Casey McKinney and Benjamin Bush for publishing it, and Danny Jock for the badass dog art. This story was one I almost cut from L!L!F, but I'm glad I didn't because several people have told me it's their favorite story. I guess I'm reminded again that people are weird, which is always a huge relief.

Very stoked to announce that Ofelia Hunt's Today & Tomorrow is available for pre-order from Magic Helicopter. Read more about it with a clickity on the title. Blake Butler said on FB: "it really rules hard. it gives no fuck about how fully it gives a fuck. big." Also some other magic people said things about it, like Stacey Levine, Amelia Gray, and Matthew Simmons. I approved the final high-res zamboni line art today. Very eager to get this hunk into the world and see it do a little melting of brains and such.

Finally, I'm going to be at the Massachusetts Poetry Festival on May 14th in Salem, MA, doing a panel about MFAs at 3PM. This will be in competition with Steve Almond's Bad Poetry presentation, so you know [insert any joke ever]. If you're around Salem, let's hang out! I've never been to Salem. I will wear a pointy hat.


cleaned my house and now netflix has one more copy of annie hall back, congratulations annie and netflix

So down in the nation's capitol again this weekend, and Baltimore, to hang out with great folks and talk about sentences in poetry and finally eat chili dogs at the famous chili dog place. They have pictures of Ghostface Killah and Larry King eating chili dogs. The chili dog girl was dancing along with the radio and asked me if I wanted anything to drink with my half-smoke, and I said, okay, yes, a glass of water, and she pointed her spatula at me in a very authoritative way. Thanks to Mark C and Laura for shepherding me toward chili dogdom. And thanks to the ever wizardly Adam Robinson for long conversations into the night, gracious hosting, and driving me to Royal Farms very late at night to buy fried chicken and smoothies. And to Michael Kimball and Barrelhouse and Joe Young and Stephanie Red Shawl and Birthday Justin Ukulele National Anthem Jasper Johns Cake.

Dan Wickett at Emerging Writers Review did a really nice little write-up about All Good for National Packing Tape Month. He understands my holistic life philosophy when he says: "The list of things that get brought up, again seemingly randomly, throughout this collection is immense: Craigslist, MySpace, emoticons, antelopes, NyQuil, The Decemberists, and the list just goes on and on. But each of these is important to somebody or they wouldn't exist, or co-exist with each other." Co-existence is all there is. Birds keep choosing or not choosing my window. Garage doors open for no reason. Presidents steal pens. Engineers design machines to shrinkwrap things, and during the troubleshooting process something funny inevitably happens. Someone who works at your favorite restaurant steals steak knives from the discount store and robs the bank across the street, but he's tackled. People do or do not understand your personality based on the subletting ad you post on Craigslist. My stand is for replacing my shrunken, over-focused subjective experience of the world with the world itself, and also for spicier pickles.


sure there's a year it's right here

Just kidding, there is no year and never has been. Blake is on the scene with a microphone in the rain. By rain I mean dreams, by microphone I mean dreams, by scene I mean ham. Get a copy: There Is No Year by BB.

Meanwhile, I talked about some things at Fix It Broken with Steve Roggenbuck. Click for stuff about Ric Flair and the exclusive story behind that weird prop poem I'm always doing. Speaking of that poem, Dylan Little made a sweet and weird collage video version of a reading I did of that poem, which I'll embed right now (my favorite part is the dancing near the end):