Category: Uncategorized

The brilliant D.J. Huppatz reviews brilliant Sharon Mesmer’s brilliant Annoying Diabetic Bitch.

To those, like JK, who would sneer at my claim to embarrassment-as-motivator: I own my embarrassment, and it’s my prerogative to be adolescent at 45. At least I’m emotionally honest, and not sitting in judgment of anyone.

Really, I find people so infuriating.

Here I give a belly dance lesson at the Brooklyn apt. of Julian Brolaski and E. Tracy Grinnell on the occasion of their Gold & Silver Solstice Party, December 20, 2008. It’s a little difficult recruiting learners at the beginning, but it ends in a lot of lovely dancing.

I commented last night on Steve Clay’s lanyard, and he referred me to this poem, in which I think I take a guilty pleasure.

It is a great pleasure to smoke a clove cigarette after a couple of months without one. I almost fainted with pleasure when I smoked one today, on Canal St., on the way to the Poetry Project.

Gabcast! Ululations #1 – Maurice Maeterlinck; from The Intelligence of Flowers

trans. Jennifer Southam
this first appeared in Raddle Moon 18

http://www.gabcast.com/mp3play/mp3player.swf?file=http://www.gabcast.com/casts/26277/episodes/1231344191.mp3&config=http://www.gabcast.com/mp3play/config.php?ini=mini.0.l

Here’s my remix of the first two stanzas of Charles’ great poem:

Such thrills as chide me fold away
in the indulgent catachresis of male
dismay. Most arduous
of all, distractions:
the band, of minds, makes faces
in sensuous confusion
to face the mates. Entering more
quickly than diction might undo, a glib
of digital croons audience to mother
on. The clacking
of this indignity reduces
for a pittance what lurkers ask
askew. Stochastic
burps, designed in arms, will savor
for its Asians arts and
salaams. Aviaries
know the slice of mom.

Yet hand-cocked bijouteries
refer to what
they want, prestidigitated
slamdunks, queering
humps. Boys
to anger for
a spanking, hieratic
peals incarnadine,
beds betrayed (sashayed)
inside whose harm?

It’s bizarre, but this track I recorded with Herman Bartelen way back in the early 90s has surfaced online.

The mix doesn’t sound so great here; it’s hard to hear the vocals, but still…

Felix on Emma.