Now I Can Die In Peace: Steve Caratzas is Number 1!

Er, in Issue 1, actually.

As reported by Ron Silliman here, and in blogs from as far away as Italy(!), I have been anthologized!

Along with about a jillion others (some poets, some who knows?) in a completely bizarre 3,785-page PDF collection.

Being a hopelessly self-involved attention whore, I could care less that I actually didn't write the poem attributed to me. In case you don't care to slog through the PDF looking for it (I'm on page 992, ahem) - and it isn't half bad! - I present my poem here:

Like a future

Placed
Reach
A lighted intended

Like an individual
A set of persons
Of past
A future
A set of bands

The unlit couples
An expedition of piles
Like a set
Like a match

A sort of aspiration

A carrier
Oblivion written with wilderness

In fact, I think I will claim ownership of the thing post haste. Why not? I've actually been trying to break out of the self-imposed limitations of my 8-word poems (fear not, I doubt I'll eveer truly get them out of my system) and my spliced together from conversations overheard/snippets recently read/nonsense half-remembered/inscrutable thoughts I wish I could forget routines.

Well, this poem - I have no idea who wrote it, or if it was even "written" - could be my springboard to that next voice.

Or not.

Why not?

Montreal 2008: Words and Pictures 6 - Say Hello to Mon Petit Ami (photo dedicated to Al Pacino)

I couldn't find the word dépanneur in my French phrase book (though dépanneuse is in there and it means "tow truck").

I've a pretty good hunch dépanneur translates roughly to something along the lines of "bodega" (for us New Yorkers) or "grocery store" or "convenience store" or whatever. Because that's what a dépanneur looked to be once I stepped inside: cigarettes, beers, chips, snacks, lottery tickets, etc.

I did not dare set foot in this one, labeled as it was as "Scarface". Hey, what can I tell you? The sight of a woozy proprietor snorting coke off of a baguette wasn't on my list of Montreal must-dos this time.

Maybe next year!

SHIT! LOOKS LIKE I'M FUCKED THE NEXT TIME ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE AT THE LOCAL KINDERGARTEN

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I think I really lost valuable points on the question "How high can you kick?"

There's A New Blog In Town

i peed a little.

Move Over, Kanye!

"Enjoy" This While You Can (And Bring a Sense of Irony to the Proceedings)

I simply can't stop watching this video! It's so amazingly wrong in every sense of the word!

It'll probably get yanked soon, due to "copyright violations" (what a joke), so tune in soon!

My question to you (after: was Kanye West actually welcomed to the stage or did he just decide to take over the finale?) is:

Have you ever seen a clearer example of someone who is so completely and utterly self-involved caught in their hopelessly defining moment of truth? (And, no, I'm actually not talking about Sting!)

"Thank you, come again."

Sometimes there are no words

Yikes! My worst score since I went to Leper Colony Club Med!

I found this poll over at rocketradio, a very entertaining blog recently added to my must-read list.

I always wanted to visit Toronto, after all the Hockey Hall of Fame is there. But after this, I wonder if I wouldn't be run out of town.

Also, my recent experiences in Montreal give me slight pause. There is clearly a divide between the two cities, from what I gather, though this might actually be a Quebec vs. the rest of Canada thing.

I do want to learn French, which while helpful in Montreal may be an obstacle in Toronto, dunno.

Je suis désolé!

You are 57% Toronto!

 

You're so Montreal! You tell everyone that you're from Toronto because it makes you sound cooler than you really are. You're not fooling anyone with that french accent, honey.


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Would you eat a can of cat food for money?

And, perhaps more importantly, would you work in a place where such a thing occurs?

These are the questions that I continually grapple with at my place of employment.

And also, this question: Exactly when did I become the stable presence in a group of people?

An apparently bored individual walked around the office yesterday with a pad and pen asking who would be willing to pay $5 to watch someone eat a can of cat food, which he had at the ready. Or, would I be willing to eat a can of cat food, and for how much?

I declined to pay to witness the ingestion, but offered to eat the cat food if the price rose to $400. The person who did wind up eating it - and enjoying it, from what I've heard - was paid $105.

Thoughts?