after my first visit to the Asylum in two months — the longest I’ve been away from there in the entire time I’ve been attending, which is probably ten years or so now…I’ve taken breaks before, but never this long.

It felt good to be back.

I read a strange piece from an online lit journal I found reprinted in Harper’s, and “Song for Shootings”.

Mike McGee did a pretty darn good feature set.

Got home early enough to watch enough of the Oscars to realize I haven’t seen many movies lately. Haven’t seen Lost in Translation, Monster, Master and Commander, Cold Mountain, or any of the Lord of the Rings movies.

In general, I don’t really like movies much. I will go through periods where I watch a bunch of them (like last weekend where I saw White Oleander, Thirteen, American Splendor, and a few others) but I have to confess, I’d rather be doing almost anything else — reading, playing guitar, writing.

I also don’t read very much fiction of any sort…would rather read philosophy, social and political thought, poetry (of course), or magazines like Adbusters, Punk Planet, etc. Don’t read much fantasy or SF, either.

I think I’m kind of unusual in this…certainly among poets, certainly around here…

Ah well…off to bed.

Sleep well, America…the Marines are securing Haiti as we speak.