Sunday, April 01, 2018

Sunday, January 07, 2018

Well sums up Christmas/NY minus how deathly ill I was


I love the hooky new, death-obsessed Ariel Pink.
His most Mark Strand-like outing yet!

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Monday, September 11, 2017

John's dead. "these days stand like vapor under the trees."

He visited Wellesley in 2007. After a brilliant reading, he took some questions. A voice from the back row asked, “What influence has food had on your work?” John giggled and looked delighted. He started in on an answer when the man clarified: he’d said Proust. John’s spirit sunk a little, though he still managed to give a brilliant answer. I always think of that moment when I imagine Ashbery’s mind, so brightened by the opportunity to talk at length about the meals he remembered.


Wednesday, August 30, 2017


Monday, August 21, 2017

The Night I Saw You

You didn't look like you, so I wasn't sure it was you when I walked in at nine and heard you there. But it had the feel and the solos were flowing and the tones were dry, yet warm and suitably spiky that I couldn't imagine this being anyone else, but you know who has the conviction took more than a few numbers. Heard you you play a couple of licks. At one point you looked at your watch and said, it's time but then monkey business. What a tease I thought but you played it and I liked the riff behind the rapture to give the song a tension I didn't remember. You also played the stuff I heard, remember I showed up? The cool thing is you played it like I shook your hand at the end of the night like you had saved the world. The encore was pretty and you know you almost didn;t play it Richard.