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Taking it a little easy today…

because I feel better and don’t want to jinx it.

I’m ripping a bunch of CDs onto the laptop and it’s fun to think of the mixes that will happen when Sleater-Kinney, AC/DC, Breakestra, My Chemical Romance, and three discs of traditional and modern flamenco music are introduced into the shuffle pool.

Also adding some Sonic Youth, some Ornette Coleman, and some 70s soul to the mix…a little “Across 110th Street,” anyone?

Maybe some Roots, some Public Enemy, some Gang of Four, some fado, some Nick Cave?

The shuffle technology is cool shit — although I have to confess I still prefer a good freeform radio station like WFMU, which keeps the old anarchic spirit of the 60s-70s underground radio alive. I think good radio will always be my preferred medium for music. Surprise me, baby.


Finally, a new Zero Point Zero column!

It’s not the one I originally planned to post — that one’s got an American Idol metaphor in it, and I’m gonna wait till next month for that one. This one had a more immediate inspiration.


The Zero Point Zero Regular Column!

Very much more than Nothing!

Please go, visit, comment. First one in a while and I need to get going again.


Whimsy, y’all

I was in Barnes and Noble tonight spending Xmas gift cards. I wandered into the music section and found myself in an amusing dilemma: I was standing in front of a rack of featured recordings and saw Ani DiFranco’s most recent album sitting next to the most recent album from My Chemical Romance.

My instinct was to pick up the Ani, as I’m pretty much current on my collection and like to stay that way; but something made me decide to switch up and grab the MCR album instead.

I couldn’t have told you who My Chemical Romance was if you’d held a gun to my head. I knew I’d heard the name, was all. Since I had free money I decided to just do something on a whim.

So let me just say that the decision to go for this album was a pretty damn good one. Completely different from my usual fare, and I like it a lot — will need to listen to this a couple of times before I decide what it is I like about it. It reminds me a little (not musically so much as emotionally) of when I first heard The Mars Volta — that same sense of being taken by something unexpected.

Shows the value of doing whimsical stuff sometimes.


Get down with the sickness

No NYE festivities for this boy tonight — the cold/flu thing’s in full effect.

Have a grand fucking night and happy happy to all.


Juxtaposition

I just watched a video of Saddam being hanged — bad quality camera phone footage. I noticed that unlike the earliest reports had said, he was not hooded and certainly didn’t seem afraid so far as I could tell from the shitty resolution.

Did get a closeup of his face afterward. His neck broke at an odd angle and he was staring straight up, eyes open.

Why do I watch these things? Because I hate the sanitizing of brutal news and actions. I think one of the reasons that capital punishment remains popular here is because people are so insulated from the realities of death and execution in general.

Anyway, about that juxtaposition: I caught the video on a site with Google Ads. Directly above the video frame was one which read:

CAPITAL PUNISHMENT
Browse through our wide selection and find exactly what you’re looking for!

I didn’t.

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Trivial Detail, silly poem, and a Scott Woods challenge

Waiting for the Ambien to work before I sleep…

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Famous Last Words at the New Year’s Eve Party

I should drive home but
I think I’ll wait a bit
until I’m sleepy —
I don’t want to miss anything.

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Dear Mr. President Scott “Zod” Woods:

I think you should have a virtual press conference here on LJ so that all of the aspiring journalists and interested parties could hear your thoughts on the future of slam, PSI, and other things poetic.

You know — post a request for questions and then take what you get.

Naturally, I wouldn’t expect that this crowd would ask you any SERIOUS questions…in fact, I’m actively discouraging it right here and now for the record. Your snarkiness is what I’d like to hear, especially as it relates to things like the prop rule and the group piece rule and why slam isn’t a required activity in all public schools and what you plan to do about it, dammit.

This is, of course, just a request from an unworthy constituent and therefore meaningless unless I am living in Florida in an election year, at which point it becomes a mutable and tension fraught exercise in the nature of reality and the integrity of our democracy — but I digress.

Your most humble servant,
Tony “pain in the ass” B


I’ve got that

head hurtin, runny nose, achy body feeling. In other words, I’m gonna be sick. My apologies for missing the party at Ralph’s — just couldn’t handle it.

In other news: I just saw “Boondock Saints” for the first time a couple of days ago and loved it, despite the many “Pulp Fiction” references (or perhaps because of them). Good flick, highly recommended.

I’ll have a new Zero Point Zero column up on the Gotpoetry site in the next couple days. Two words: American Idol. That’s all I’m gonna say.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled post-debauchery drunk browsing.


hanging him

tossing at night
we remember our history

do not suffer
a witch to live
kill the children
because nits make lice
destroy the village
in order to save it

hang him high
his fall will be
an important milestone
for his country

so many casual deaths
that you’d think one more
would bore us

but in the moment when
the body drops
the rope’s snap
echoes old mantras
and we sit up
to listen

for they’re playing our song


Year in Review

This wee life
has been triumphant
more often than not
so I will not choose to recall
what is under my nails
or where these bruises came from;

why the squirrels will not
speak my name
or why I know every car
on this street and recognize
their drivers before they emerge
from behind their wheels.

In the small hours
I have watched the day wrestle
to be born. I’ve laid
next to warmth and sometimes
been cold, more often
scalding, always aware
of the pressure on my hip.

There were dark nights
and dark days
but there were also so many hours
that were soaked under a lava sun,
drowning in the company of friends.

I was never too far from the lesson,
though I did forget it now and again:
the time is short and the life is small
in comparison to what surrounds it —
there are miles between moments
you can either fill with hope or despair
and the choice,
if only seen in hindsight,
is no choice at all.
You will live and you will die,
and your life and death are yours
to create or let rot.

If there is a way
to hold this, keep it here
in my pocket or close
to my core, I will hold this:
This wee life can grow or wither.
Choice is all I have,

and so I will forget the names
of drivers and learn them anew,
ask the squirrels to forgive my trespasses
and bake myself brown as often as I can
beneath the volcano that is day.
When I sleep I will not sleep alone
and when I sit up late
it will be for the stars’ sake.
I will be the life I think I am
and take my death as adviser and confidant,
listen to it whisper soon, soon enough,
learn to race it until
we tie at the line
and choosing is finished at last.


Listening to James Brown In A Bar

Everybody in this bar
wants to be my baby
because I’ve got
the Cigarettes of Love
the Booze of Enchantment

the Ace Face Jeans
the Godzilla Tongue
the Frankenstein Member

Down the bar
some dick is wearing
a T-shirt that says he’s
“10 Feet Tall and Bulletproof”
Shithead, I’m blast-hardened

James Brown
stole my blueprints
I’d have sued him
for patent infringement
if he’d lived
because I’m that machine

Outside
it’s fucking colder
than my eyes
There’s a wind out there but
there’s a fire in here

I spark up another Cigarette
(of Love) and down another drink
Everybody in this bar wants me
Everybody in this bar’s
just biding their time

and I’m not leaving the building
till they come for me

NOTE: I just recorded this and put it up on Myspace, if you’re interested.


Holiday

You can’t make
everything bad
disappear in
one day,
she tells me,

rubbing my back
as I sit head down
on the bed.
Around us
is all the wreckage

of a holiday: paper,
boxes, gift cards,
small scraps of drama.
All I’ve ever learned
tells me to cry

but then I remember that
the light grows longer after today
and when she kisses my neck
and pulls me closer
I find I can see through the dark.


I’m back.

Xmas was fun. I’m tired.

Maybe new poem later — got a few lines kicking around that have been begging for completion.

Hope yours was good, too.


Anger Management

Day one: I was born
with fists. Empty lungs
atop bowed legs and below
a balled up face. Skin dawn-pink
and eyes bear-brown, but it was still
those fists my parents saw first: knurled
walnuts on pumping, jabbing arms.
They laughed. I stopped swinging.

Day two: today. Speaking
to them at lunch I recognized
the sound of those fists
in my voice.


Weird query

What emotion drives you most — love, hate, anger, envy, compassion, something else?

Be honest. Be ruthlessly honest.

It’s anger for me. Sometimes it’s a full-on rage, more often it’s a slow simmer. I’m rarely if ever at peace, even if I try.

Honestly, I’m not sure that’s a bad thing. There are saints and pacifists in this world. I’ve never been either and can’t see myself becoming either. Rage isn’t unnecessary or implicitly harmful. Violence held in reserve for extreme situations seems OK to me.

I have been perpetrator and perpetrated upon. I have been sinner and victim. I have been the peacemaker and the warrior. All those things are part of me, but I know I have been a perpetrator more often than most people would like to admit about themselves.

It’s untrue to say I am indifferent to that — but I do accept it, and change is unlikely at this point.

Who are you? Tell me. Tell us. Most of all, tell yourself.


New MP3 on Myspace

I’ve just uploaded the first “new” poem MP3 I’ve done since I started that Myspace. It’s a recording of “”The Hole.”

Please feel free to check it out. I still need to get a Faro and Tony cut up there, so I think that’ll be soon.

It’s here: http://www.myspace.com/poetrybytonybrown

Also, delrica — haven’t forgotten, I promise. I just need to bug him again.