blog breath

2008-08-19T18:37:00.002-04:00

Looking at the blog archive and I realize that I didn't post anything to this blog in 2007. Reading George Tabb's crazy funny sad book Playing Right Field: A Jew Grows in Greenwich. George lives in my building and has a great little dog named Scooter.

2008-06-25T17:45:00.002-04:00

Bringing this one back to life. It's crazy but I'm doing a Wordpress blog, a LiveJournal blog, and this Blogspot blog. Not to mention Facebook, Twitter and MySpace.

2006-12-29T13:09:00.000-05:00

I saw Japhy Ryder at the Knitting Factory in New York City last night. I enjoyed seeing some of the regulars from other NYC gigs in the crowd. I got the tour of their new Econoline van after the show before they departed for Connecticut. Their "Trampled Under Foot" was right on. - Uncle (illegal alien from Santababylonia) Jed.

2005-12-31T14:18:00.000-05:00

I wrote a poem yesterday.

2005-02-12T22:13:00.000-05:00

The Gates in Central Park today are saffron. Close to the blogger color.

2004-04-06T17:15:00.000-04:00

6th Avenue Journal

Humbly commit it and from common game and from proper game. They would commonly walk through it and they would surely walk in the park properly.

Open common door and double door they would love wooden door or common door or double door that proper double. All right they would definitely like reconstruct a proper double door inside that. Walk in the field with us and they would definitely love it. Surely common surely common and proper proper proper always proper.

2004-03-17T22:08:00.000-05:00

Place to place to place to site to site. To site.

2004-03-17T21:57:00.000-05:00

Up and down the street. Game of walk up and down the street. Lo and behold site to site place to place.

2004-01-17T17:11:00.000-05:00

Changing over to santababylonia.net

2004-01-16T08:57:00.000-05:00

Reading a great novel published in 2003: The Known World by Edward P. Jones.

2003-05-20T09:58:00.000-04:00

I had a scrambled egg on a buttered roll and a black coffee for breakfast this morning. Ate it in the seating area at the back of the deli. Read short story in New Yorker, "Cryptology".

2003-02-18T11:34:00.000-05:00

Does this thing still work? In the office enjoying the whiteness of midtown Manhattan.

2002-01-26T22:51:00.000-05:00

L'article en Stéphane Mallarmé

Born: 1842
Died: 1898

January 19, 2002, Brooklyn, New York, USA: I have nothing to say about Mallarmé. So I will look for some chance operations to generate a text. Look for an algorithm, as I walk home through the falling snow.

Descendre en silence Falling difficulties notes and la en not in bottles in Syphonie Les lions l'indolence the indolence dress pieds Maries le

The text opens with an emphatic reminder of the breadth of the task: to resolve problems as to gain full benefit from this opportunity of débuts sacrés du Langage, l'Anglais: Langue Contemporaine be discussed, as language can only be used, idiosyncratically. That but in the case of Mallarmé it points to the intrinsic life and power of The English language is particularly suited to a study of this kind

Qui des rêves par plis n'a plus le cher grimoire, Which [linen] no longer has the dear writing of dreams in its folds, De l'horloge, pour poids suspendant Lucifer, of the [sky] clock, with Lucifer as a weight Son père ne sait pas cela, ni le glacier Her father does not know this, nor the fierce glacier Au matin grelottant de fleurs, ses promenades, In the morning shivering with flowers, her walks Le croissant, oui le seul est au cadran de fer The crescent moon, yes the only one is on the iron dial Que, délaissée, elle erre, et sur son ombre pas [And still] Abandoned, she wanders, and over her shadow no

diminution in the level of achievement considered be no been so attracted what might have seemed a which it is the ways in which in the piece of Manet's paintings in 1874 the level of achievement considered there can be the distinctiveness of his own achievement in about its ultimate possibilities be imperfect for if to the aspiring writer him not to despair of literary that the English language is particularly rich in roots showed remarkable instance of the be no such thing as trait aux the text opens with the breadth of the task to to gain full benefit from this opportunity l'Anglais Langue Contemporaine be discussed as language can only in the case of Mallarmé it points to the intrinsic of the English language is of this kind

chez les l'aube blanche et me souviens de ton lait jadis Fenêtres fenêtre instrument-milk-paradise paramount In Don du music and woman her natural by staying up and greed for private

admiration for one of his books. In short, the reader, to the cards on the table. The sweeping effects produced by the great people, this new public is never offered a straightforward and a column of silence blossoming alone in some secluded garden it the maddening traditions of Poetry from behind a hedge, from above the wall and, without letting on

SOURCES:
Robert Greer Cohn, Toward the Poems of Mallarmé, expanded edition (Berkeley, Calif.: University of California Press, 1980), pp. 70, 50, 65.

Judy Kravis, The Prose of Mallarmé: The Evolution of a Literary Language (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1976), pp. 49, 78, 72.

Jean-Paul Sartre, Mallarmé, or the Poet of Nothingness, trans. Ernest Sturm (University Park, Penn.: Penn State University Press, 1988), p. 60.

CONCISE BIBLIOGRAPHY:
Mallarmé, Stéphane. Collected Poems. Trans. and with a commentary by Henry Weinfield. Berkeley, Calif.: University of California Press, 1994.

Millan, Gordon. A Throw of the Dice: The Life of Stéphane Mallarmé. New York: Farrar Straus Giroux, 1994.

2002-01-20T23:45:00.000-05:00

I started up a Live Journal. It's HERE.

2002-01-03T22:13:00.000-05:00

I performed at Rev Jen's Anti-Slam at 145 Ludlow Street on the Lower East Side, New York, NY last night. There's a write-up about the Anti-Slam in this weeks Village Voice.

2001-12-18T23:19:00.000-05:00

December 15, 2001 journal entry continued and concluded.
Seventh Ave. & 1st Street, Park Slope, Brooklyn, NY
Starbucks in the back corner. 8:55 P.M.

Reading the "Rooms" section of Tender Buttons and during the Ray Manzarak organ solo of "Light My Fire" a stab of memory of a night or maybe day in Okinawa on Bron which was a cough syrup that contained codeine and God knows what else. Al and I were in a town in the northern part of the island not visited much by GIs. Or so it seemed to my occluded consciousness. I mean our eyes were open wide and forget about the domestication. Just like my mother, I cried.

All I want is some truth
Just gimme some truth

No short haired yellow bellied son of tricky dicky is gonna drive drunk for a year around Okinawa.

Last night, Ko. was working on writing her name in cursive script. We talked together some about war. I mentioned John Lennon and the song "Imagine".

Melting and not minding, safety and powder, a particular recollection and a sincere solitude all this makes a shunning so thorough and so unrepeated and surely if there is anything left it is a bone. [G. Stein, Tender Buttons p. 40.]

No short haired yellow bellied son of tricky dicky is gonna refuse to pee in the cup for no short haired yellow bellied son of tricky dicky. Neither in the Reiss Pavilion of St. Vincent's or Camp Pendleton of the U.S.M.C.

As I was saying sometimes it takes many years of hearing the repeating in one before the whole being is clear to the understanding of one who has it as a being to love repeating, to know that always every one is repeating the whole of them. [G. Stein, A Stein Reader ed. U. Dydo, p. 60.]

To begin again with: urinalysis refusing. As I have said it happens at Camp Pendleton. To inquire: is it spelled Pendelton or Pendleton? Manhatten or Manhattan? Rockafeller or Rockefelar or Rockefeller? As I was saying, disputing the reults of urinalysis at MCRD, San Diego, Calif. can happen. And when it does over and over again, they don't test for codeine or LSD. My eyes were open, as I was saying, domesticated and occluded. Gimme some truth at Special Courts Martial. Just gimme some truth. No short haired yellow bellied son of tricky dicky is gonna escape Fort Ord stockade, a big bag of bud was found in the trunk of the Toyota Celica. As I was saying I don't know what you're talking about. May I suggest LSD for clarity of mind during Arabic language instruction at the Defense Language Institute on the Presidio of Monterey, Calif. Just gimme some truth.

2001-12-16T23:56:00.000-05:00

December 15, 2001; Seventh Ave. and 1st Street, Park Slope, Brooklyn, N.Y.
Starbucks (my older daughters call it "Starbutts") in the back corner. 8:55 P.M.

I showed Do. (my wife) the Susan Howe essay in The birth-mark about Emily Dickinson.

"domesticated and occluded"

"Imperative"

Someone is playing Genesis on a super duper sound system. Now the Doors. A little earlier David Bowie.

[I'm going to finish posting this journal entry from last night later. -GSS]

2001-12-10T23:50:00.000-05:00

December 9, 2001; The Rising, corner of 5th Ave. and Sackett St., Brooklyn, N.Y.; 4:45 P.M.

I got my haircut this afternoon. Went ice skating this morning with Ko. and Mo. We met An. and Ma. there. After the session we all went back to our house. Do. had made minestrone soup and we had lunch. Ch. nursed with Do. every once in a while.

I went to a salon on 5th Ave. across the street from Ozzie's. The same block as Cucina and Aunt Suzie's. First I peed, then a woman washed my hair, then a man (Daniel) cut my hair. Daniel learned how to cut hair from his father on live heads of hair. His father cut hair somewhere around Pittsburg. No blow dry, no lamp dry. Twenty-eight dollars and I gave Daniel a four dollar tip.

2001-10-13T23:54:00.000-04:00

October 13, 2001; Rising Cafe, 5th Avenue, Brooklyn, New York; 5:43 P.M.

Howlin' Wolf on the juke box. Feeling good that I don't live in Dallas (apologies to the good people of Dallas, Texas, who may not know this but I love them). I mean it's just my own idiosyncratic ways.

Reading the New York Times obsessively every day since Sept. 11th.

Picked up two paperbacks at a sidewalk sale this afternoon for 50 cents apiece: Rousseau, The Confessions; Norman Mailer, The Armies of the Night.

2001-08-19T23:21:00.000-04:00

August 17, 2001; Astor Place Starbucks; evening

I don't know what time it is. It is Friday evening. I have been thumbing through my address book contemplating writing a letter to someone even though I don't have anything to say to anyone.

Well it is now certainly twilight. Some time has passed since I started this page of journal entry. Passed reading Everybody's Autobiography by G.S.S. (i.e., G.S. I don't know what Gertrude Stein's middle initial is i.e. even if she has a middle initial.).

My coming and going this evening will be triggered by the need to pee. And the need to eat at Veselka.

It is Friday night now. So many years ago traversing these sidewalks and crossings to cop reefer on East Tenth Street between 2nd & 1st Avenues. Partying at Mary C.'s studio apartment on Waverly Place corner of Mercer St. Need to pee.

2001-08-06T23:14:00.000-04:00

21 years ago I was partying my ass off in New Smyrna Beach, Florida. It was the summer after my high school graduation and before my matriculation to Fla State Univ. 40 years ago my mother and father were newlyweds in New Smyrna Beach, Florida. And today I'm enjoying the heat and humidity of Brooklyn, NY in non-airconditioned Grateful Dead playing windows open onto the street sounds . . . .

2001-06-22T23:52:00.000-04:00

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2001-05-04T21:59:00.000-04:00

Levi Asher asked me to consider writing an article on Mallarmé so I got a couple of books out of the library after work and we'll see we'll see . . . And chess chess chess . . .

2001-04-12T15:21:00.000-04:00

Frank's cat, Thelma, died this morning. He buried her in the garden. We made plans to have dinner together next week and play chess. Either Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday.

2001-04-07T06:24:00.000-04:00

Up early this Saturday. Taking K. to chess class. I'll hang out at Dean and Deluca on corner of University Place and 11th Street (Manhattan). Did I ever mention that I play chess at Stan's NetChess. My nickname is "morocco".

2001-03-16T21:48:00.000-05:00

BOHEMIAN archives -- March 2001 (#8)

Ruth wrote:
 >But now I'm curious.  What other books are on your top ten list?
 >I'm always curious to hear about books that have changed peoples' lives.

 These ten books, among others, have been seminal in my life.

 Teens:
 Nausea Jean-Paul Sartre
 Waiting for Godot Samuel Beckett
 The Contemporary American Poets: American Poetry Since 1940
   ed. Mark Strand

 Twenties:
 Collected Poems 1947-1980 Allen Ginsberg
 Naked Lunch William S. Burroughs
 The Outsider Colin Wilson

 Thirties:
 Molloy, Malone Dies, The Unnamable Samuel Beckett
 The Geographical History of America Gertrude Stein
 Selected Writings Antonin Artaud, ed. Susan Sontag
 Pierce-Arrow Susan Howe

 And now at age 39:
 The Book of Questions Edmond Jabès, trans. Rosemarie Waldrop

2001-02-05T22:03:00.000-05:00

900 Dogs and Ten Thousand Words by Craque. These musical works were created by Matthew Ross Davis and incorporate my poem, "Pink Lemonade".

It would be a life worth having, a life at last My speech-parched voice at rest would fill with hominy white hominy and yellow saffron And I, Queen of the Everglades still the teller and the told after ten thousand words

2001-01-31T13:02:00.000-05:00

Howdy to all bohemians (that means you too Holden). This is my personal blog. What do you say? - G.S.

2001-01-28T23:27:00.000-05:00

My wife's site is great: in my skin

2001-01-28T19:59:00.000-05:00

Last night I read at Yictove's Knitting Factory Reading. I read Tallahassee Lassie Has a Panatella in Santiago de Cuba and some stuff directly from my journal. Here's part of what I read from my Blue Journal:

December 1, 2000. Spring Street, Manhattan, N.Y.C., U.S.A. 7:10 P.M.: The Kinky Corner in Monterey, Calif. circa. 1985. Things had pretty much played out by the time I got out of jail in March/April (? gotta check some dates here) of 1986. Dave and Diane were managing an apartment complex and ended up absconding with the rent receipts. I ended up getting shipped to Camp Pendelton and getting discharged UNDER OTHER THAN HONORABLE CONDITIONS * the Q-train to Brooklyn I bought five California rolls from a deli salad bar * resentment feeling put upon not enough sleep trapped waking up after eleven years of sobriety with three daughters, a sick bulldog, and a black cat * UNDER OTHER THAN HONORABLE CONDITIONS * I just dropped off Korrina at Luna's place. I'm eating an egg and bacon sandwich at Charcuterie Deli on Flatbush and St. Mark's Ave * I search for a photograph of Suzy or Georgiy or Monterey but couldn't find anything D. says we were busy living in the * UNDER OTHER THAN HONORABLE CONDITIONS

2001-01-25T22:25:00.000-05:00

Was it really only fifteen days ago that I asked myself the question: "Do you worship the moon?"? Check out Literary Kicks's new message boards area.

2001-01-10T23:04:00.000-05:00

Tonight I asked myself the question: "Do you worship the moon?" I answered myself: "Yes, I do worship the moon. And I also worship the jet planes that fly over my neighborhood on their approach to LaGuardia."

2001-01-07T16:38:00.000-05:00

I took down the Christmas tree today. I've stayed in this weekend because I've had a slight cold. I feel much better this afternoon. Last night I spent some time reading Ginsberg's Howl: original draft facsimile, transcript and variant versions, fully annotated by author, with contemporaneous correspondence, account of first public reading, legal skirmishes, precursor texts and bibliography edited by Barry Miles. I focussed my reading on four of the precursor texts: Antonin Artaud, Van Gogh--The Man Suicided by Society; Federico Garcia Lorca, "Ode to Walt Whitman"; Christopher Smart, Jubilate Agno; and Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Adonais".

2001-01-01T23:21:00.000-05:00

From 3:25 PM today. While sitting in Starbucks in Astor Place looking at Cooper Union ("To Science and Art"), New York City, USA.

REF: IOVIS :: Anne Waldman

tricksters shape-shifters doin' that rag. I noticed earlier this afternoon that our car got plowed-in last night after I had dug it out.

In Key West they watched the Queen descend in a silver slipper at midnight. A cool chickster indeed.

Uninterrupted time could stretch all the way to that half moon in the light blue sky. I say light blue because it just happens to be light blue.

Gray hairs. What time will you be home? Sometime between four and five.

2001-01-01T22:40:00.000-05:00

This darkness gotta give.

2001-01-01T21:30:00.000-05:00

Still cleaning up the house.

2001-01-01T20:44:00.000-05:00

Cleaning up the house.

2000-11-23T06:19:00.000-05:00

Getting ready to drive to Marlborough, Connecticut this morning. Celebrate Thanksgiving.

My grandmother, Jennie Louise Hall Nichols, died earlier this month, on Nov. 10. She was born on Nov. 7, 1909 in Key West, Florida, USA. She died and was interred in Edgewater, Florida. I flew down for the funeral which took place on Nov. 13. All seven of her grandchildren were in attendence (as well as her two children, my mother and uncle).

Lately I've been reading: Lessig, Lawrence, Code and Other Laws of Cyberspace and Singh, Simon, The Code Book: The Evolution of Secrecy from Mary Queen of Scots to Quantum Cryptography

2000-09-28T22:12:00.000-04:00

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2000-09-16T21:18:00.000-04:00

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2000-08-26T22:07:00.000-04:00

We got back from our trip on August 11. Since then I've been getting back into playing chess at Stan's NetChess (my nickname there is "morocco").

I took K. (my six year old daughter) to a chess class today taught by Fred Wilson.

2000-08-03T15:53:00.000-04:00

Here are some things I've done so far on my summer vacation:

1. Rode the spinning teacups ("Mad Hatter's Tea Party") at Disney World's Magic Kingdom theme park three times in one day.

2. Attended my 20 year high school reunion (New Smyrna Beach (Florida) Senior High School, class of 1980).

3. Became addicted to making trips to Wal-Mart. (We don't have Wal-Mart in New York City).

2000-07-11T23:56:00.000-04:00

". . . H.I.V., the virus that causes AIDS." Every article I've read recently in the New York Times that refers to H.I.V. always includes that bit, "the virus that causes AIDS". And I wonder why "H.I.V." has periods between the letters and "AIDS" does not?

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2000-07-10T17:53:00.000-04:00

Reading Derrida's "Plato's Pharmacy" in Dissemination, trans. Barbara Johnson, (Chicago: 1981). Succumbing to Plato. Today I'm carrying around a copy of Plato: The Collected Dialogues, ed. Edith Hamilton and Huntington Cairns (Princeton, N.J.: 1961) that I found on our bookshelf. D. must have got it when she was in college.

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2000-06-28T00:17:00.000-04:00

I'm starting to node on Everything. My username is wattwitt.

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2000-06-20T23:51:00.000-04:00

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2000-06-18T22:22:00.000-04:00

I rode Amtrak from Hartford, Conn. to Penn Station, NYC this morning.

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the revolution will not be teleologic

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2000-06-17T06:50:00.000-04:00

voice or human gonna build me speech is log cabin generated by air on a mountain from the lungs so high vibrating special so I can see Willie vocal cords in the as he goes throat and also to on by a lesser extent oh the coo coo the tongue and is a pretty bird lips to form she warbles sounds known as she flies technicaly as she never phonemes the hollers coo coo vibrations occur til the fourth day at a range of July

Going to Connecticut today. I plan to be back in New York tomorrow. The girls will stay with D's sister for the week: swimming lessons at the lake.

I know how to pronounce coo coo.

2000-06-06T23:53:00.000-04:00

I don't know how to pronounce Derrida.

I can't transcribe the words Huddie Ledbetter sang in his "Death Letter Blues" on January 24th, 1935 in New York City.

2000-05-25T08:42:00.000-04:00

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2000-05-21T08:20:00.000-04:00

Today is M.'s birthday. We've planned a party for Prospect Park but the weather looks iffy. We may need to have the party here at the house. M. turns four today.

2000-05-10T09:22:00.000-04:00

Check out Ron Dreyer's and Norma Lana's hilarious short film, DeDiamonds (click the still image of the silhouetted couple kissing) on Wirebreak.

2000-05-07T22:06:00.000-04:00

I read at ABC No Rio this afternoon. This is the poetry venue I love the most. I've been reading there since 1987, the year I moved to New York City. Today, I read MOD.

2000-05-05T12:28:00.000-04:00

This week I've been reading Jaques Derrida, "To Speculate--on 'Freud'" in A Derrida Reader: Between the Blinds translated by Peggy Kamuf. This text concerns Derrida's reading of chapter 2 of Freud's Beyond the Pleasure Principle(1920).

2000-05-01T08:38:00.000-04:00

Fragility . . .
I played softball on Gary's team in 1979 or maybe it was 1980. He had been wounded in Vietnam.

One day after a game we went to his apartment and drank Michelob beer in bottles. I drank three. It was the first time I had ever gotten drunk. It must have been 1979.

Gary died young.

2000-04-28T14:11:00.000-04:00

Reading the New York Times (page A-8) today at lunch made me aware that the 30th anniversary of the Kent State tragedy is next week (May 4).

This morning I removed cat turds from Xena's litter box.

Last night I realized my taciturnity.

2000-04-25T07:12:00.000-04:00

This week (the others are in Montauk) it's just me and my cat, Xena, sleeping in the apartment. She is continuing her habit of jumping up on the headboard every morning around 4:00-5:00 o'clock, waking me up before the appointed hour. We have an appointment with a holistic vet tomorrow evening at 7:00 o'clock (I'm enjoying writing the word "o'clock"). She breathes heavily at night and drinks what seems like an excessive amount of water.

teeth : cat

gotta take care of them

2000-04-24T22:58:00.000-04:00

Got my teeth cleaned and x-rayed this morning. No cavities. Got a new tooth brush, dental floss and a tongue scraper.

Here's another lexia from MOD:

Drummer boys make an error by
murmuring "oud" instead of "ond"
to dog, to dictaphone,
up and down Tympan Alley

2000-04-23T16:04:00.000-04:00

2000-04-23T15:59:00.000-04:00

posting from Montauk, New York, USA
I'm planning to catch the 17:30 train back to New York City. D. and the girls will be staying here at my in-laws house for the coming week. I'll come back out on the train Friday night after work.

They all went to church this morning for Easter service. I don't do church, so I stayed at the house and fiddled around with my blogger template and read some weblogs.

2000-04-21T13:18:00.000-04:00

I,
the Queen of the Everglades
camping with catfishers
nose full of pus
eyes full of shine

lexia from DOM

2000-04-20T08:24:00.000-04:00

Reading interview with Louis-Ferdinand Céline in the The Paris Review Writer's at Work: 3rd Series. I've owned this paperback for over fifteen years.

2000-04-16T23:53:00.000-04:00

Check out Craque's electronic/techno tune "Ten Thousand Words". The source of the lyrics is my poem, "Pink Lemonade."

I read at an open reading tonight called Urbana hosted by Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz in the basement of CB's 313 Gallery on the Bowery at Bleecker Street in NYC. I read "Tallahassee Lassie Has a Panatella in Santiago de Cuba."

2000-04-16T00:32:00.000-04:00

After midnight again. Got a few dishes left to do. I renewed my US Chess Federation membership.

I love the streets of New York when they're wet.

I found the web site of the Staten Island Yankees minor league baseball team. Their season starts in June.

2000-04-14T08:31:00.000-04:00

This morning I moved the car (alternate side of the street parking rules are in effect today in all five boroughs) and decided to take the IRT (2 or 3 train) at Bergen Street rather than the IND (D or Q train) at 7th Ave which is the train I usually take. The IRT takes me to Times Square instead of to Rockefeller Center as the IND does.

I talked to my mother and father (they live in Florida) on the phone last night. My daughter, K. (6 years), told my mother of her concern about encountering alligators when we visit Florida this July.

2000-04-13T08:15:00.000-04:00

I'm reading in Sam Shepard, Cruising Paradise(New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1996). Clear, cool morning, in Midtown Manhattan.

And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself-Well...How did I get here?

Talking Heads from "Once In a Lifetime" Remain In the Light1980

2000-04-10T23:49:00.000-04:00

I posted Lou Reed's "Heroin" to the Bohemian List today.

I bought Lou's book this afternoon. Pass Thru Fire: The Collected Lyrics(New York: Hyperion, 2000).

Here's the opening to "Sweet Jane (Final Version)":

Standin' on the corner
Suitcase in my hand
Jack is in his corset, Jane is in her vest
And me, I'm in a rock 'n' roll band
Ridin' in a Stutz Bear Cat, Jim
You know those were different times
All the poets they studied rules of verse
And those ladies they rolled their eyes

from Loaded (Cotillian, 1970)

2000-04-09T23:28:00.000-04:00

I posted Ginsberg's "Lysergic Acid" to the Bohemain List today.

A few minutes ago, I changed the description of blog breathon the site listing page of the webloggers webring from "the poet, Gregory Severance's, weblog" to "a poet, Gregory Severance".

Our dog died on Jan. 26, 2000. Her name was Louise. We had her cremated. Her ashes are in a tin on the a bookshelf in the living room. She is the bulldog of my Bulldog Breathsite.

2000-04-08T22:53:00.000-04:00

We went to a little girl's third birthday party today at Grant Park in Hewlett, Long Island, New York, USA. Bright day with lots of wind. I witnessed a toddler grab a burning sterno can, burning his hand pretty badly. I mean he grabbed it from under the tray of food I was serving myself from. I didn't realize at first that the thing was burning his hand. I was so intent on getting that vegan lasagne and he was just yelping like a toddler. His parents ended up taking him to the emergency room.

We all survived the day unscathed and all the girls are now asleep.

Earlier this evening I joined the webloggers web ring.

2000-04-05T23:22:00.000-04:00

While washing dishes this evening I realized that it's wrong for somepeople to be rich and have big luxurious houses. Of course there will be hell to pay.

Now I just remembered that I am amoral.

With your childhood flames on your midnight rug,
And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs,
And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs,
Who among them do you think could resist you?

Bob Dylan "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands"

2000-04-01T20:25:00.000-05:00

I read the Lou Reed article in the Mar 30-Apr 6, 2000 issue of Time Out New Yorktoday at the Bageltique Cafe on 5th Avenue between President and Carroll Streets. Before that I had eaten a toasted everything bagel with butter. While chewing, I noticed pain coming from one of my molars. Probably a cavity. Need to make a dentist appointment.

I had just dropped K. off at her dance class on Union Street.

Gertrude Stein. Stanzas in Meditation,(Los Angeles: Sun & Moon Press, 1994). I read "Stanza XV" from Part I yesterday morning on the subway.

should they
can be they
might if they
delight in why they
must see it be there not only necessarily but which they
might in which they
might for which they
might delight if they
look there and they
see there that they
. . .

In the preceding block, I took the sequence of words from the first five lines or so of Stein's poem and got rid of capitalization and changed the line breaks. Here is the way it appears in the cited text:

Should they can be they might if they delight
In why they must see it be there not only necessarily
But which they might in which they might
For which they might delight if they look there
And they see there that they look there
. . . (page 33)

2000-03-26T23:42:00.000-05:00

Here's the first sixteen lines of Allen Ginsberg's poem, "Lysergic Acid", from Collected Poems: 1947-1980(New York: Harper and Row, 1984):

It is a multiple million eyed monster / it is hidden in all its elephants and selves / it hummeth in the electric typewriter / it is electricity connected to itself, if it hath wires / it is a vast Spiderweb / and I am on the last millionth infinite tentacle of the spiderweb, a worrier / lost, separated, a worm, a thought, a self / one of the millions of skeletons of China / one of the particular mistakes / I allen Ginsberg a separate consciousness / I who want to be God / I who want to hear the infinite minutest vibration of eternal harmony / I who wait trembling my destruction by that aethereal music in the fire / I who hate God and give him a name / I who make mistakes on the eternal typewriter / I who am Doomed / . . . San Francisco, June 2, 1959(p. 231-4)

2000-03-26T00:33:00.000-05:00

I got my haircut today (the 25th, that is). Trimmed about 3-4 inches. D. got her's cut too. The girls came with us. The place is called Medusa on 7th Ave between 1st and 2nd Sts. Narrow storefront with good sound system playing Bob Marley. While D. was in the chair, I held C. and read a Pokémon book to K. Here's a photo of me that was taken by Bill Gargan (I think it was Bill?) at The Bitter End on Bleecker Street in New York City on July 21, 1999. I was participating in the Literary Kicks 5th Anniversary Happenning

2000-03-25T00:31:00.000-05:00

Bill Joy says in the April 2000 issue of Wired(see my post from 3/22/00):

A . . . dream of robotics is that we will gradually replace ourselves with our robotic technology, achieving near immortality by downloading[emphasis mine, GS] our consciousnesses. . . . But if we are downloaded[emphasis again mine, GS] into our technology, what are the chances that we will thereafter be ourselves or even human? (p. 244)

In this context, I imagine uploadingour consciousnesses.

2000-03-24T08:59:00.000-05:00

Posted from Midtown Manhattan, New York, USA

Here are a couple of sentences from what I read this morning on the subway. I'm formatting the text in more of a poetry-style. This is one approach I find helpful in reading Beckett. This is not the way Beckett published this text. From "Texts for Nothing 11":

We're getting on,
getting on,
and when come those who knew me,
quick quick,
it's as though,
no,
premature.
   
But peekaboo here I come again,
just when most needed,
like the square root of minus one,
having terminated my humanities,
this should be worth seeing,
the livid face stained with ink and jam,
caput mortuum of a studious youth,
ears akimbo,
eyes back to front,
the odd stray hair,
foaming at the mouth,
and chewing,
what is it chewing,
a gob,
a prayer,
a lesson,
a little of each,
. . .

Samuel Beckett. Stories and Texts for Nothing(New York: Grove Press, 1967), p 128.

2000-03-22T22:40:00.000-05:00

I bought the April 2000 issue of Wiredtoday during my lunch break. I was attracted by an article by Bill Joy, cofounder of Sun Microsystems, "Why the Future Doesn't Need Us: Our most powerful 21st-century technologies - robotics, genetic engineering, and nanotech - are threatening to make humans an endangered species."

The Grateful Extinct.

. . .
maybe they'll have a better understanding
check it out
maybe they'll have a better understanding
. . .

- John Mellencamp

I heard this John Cougar Mellencamp song, "Check It Out" from the 1987 album The Lonesome Jubilee,on the radio while driving back from Montauk on Monday (vaction day).

2000-03-19T17:45:00.000-05:00

Posting from Montauk, New York, USA

We (D. (my wife), Do. (my MIL), A. (my FIL), K., M., C. (my daughters, 6 yrs, 3 yrs and 4 mos)) watched the St. Patrick's Day parade here in Montauk today. Many pipe bands and fire departments from all over eastern Long Island, etc. Lots of candy thrown from floats. And a Marine Corps color guard. I pointed out the Marines to K., telling her that I used to be one of them before she was born.

Do. and A. gave me a birthday present last night. A Yahtzee game. I scored a Yahtzee on my first turn in the first game I played with D. today.

2000-03-18T23:55:00.000-05:00

Posting from Montauk, New York, USA

I'm done playing around with my blog breath template for the night. I've got this here blogger and also a diaryland.com diary called severance breath. I got the idea to do diaryland.com from Christian Crumlish. And I got the idea to blog from Sarah Bruner.

I brought Pierce-Arrowby Susan Howe and Stories and Texts for Nothingby Samuel Beckett with me this weekend. Tomorrow we plan on watching the St. Patrick's Day Parade here in Montauk.

2000-03-18T11:20:00.000-05:00

Drove to Montauk early this morning. Been fiddling with this here Mac Powerbook 5300cs and ISP settings. The fastest connection speed I've been able to muster is 24,000 bps with my Hayes 28.8 kbps modem.

2000-03-17T23:57:00.000-05:00

This is my first entry.