someone needs to explain to me

because I am evidently an idiot…

how the FUCK does one use the PSI website?

I come back all energized from Charlotte. I decide I’ve got to post something about the Ken Hunt Prize to the membership lists.

I try to sign on. I get told I don’t have my password right.

I decide I must have forgotten it. I send for a new one.

I get the new one. It works, I go into my account, I set my own password.

It works, lets me see my private messages. I sign out, try it again. Still works.

Get back in, change my e-mail on the account.

Try to access the forums. Tells me only users “with special access” can do that.

OK…Sign out, try it again. Nope, password doesn’t work. Find out my account has been deactivated because I changed “vital Information.” OK.

Reactivate account. Try to sign in. Password doesn’t work.

Send for a new one? I don’t think so. Think I’ll cool down a little first.


Because the phrase appeared in a poem at this year’s iWPS

Ten Top Trivia Tips about Sha clack clack!

  1. You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching sha clack clack!
  2. It’s bad luck to whistle near sha clack clack.
  3. When provoked, sha clack clack will swivel the tip of its abdomen and shoot a jet of boiling chemicals at its attacker.
  4. It’s bad luck to put sha clack clack on a bed.
  5. The patron saint of sha clack clack is Saint Eugenie.
  6. Cats use their sha clack clack to test whether a space is large enough for them to fit through.
  7. More people are killed by sha clack clack each year than die in aeroplane accidents.
  8. Women shoplift four times more frequently than sha clack clack!
  9. If your ear itches, this means that someone is talking about sha clack clack!
  10. The Eskimos have over fifty words for sha clack clack.

I am interested in – do tell me aboutherhimitthem

There is one incorrect fact here, of course…it’s “Inuit,” not “Eskimo.”


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charlotte, 3:20 AM

it couldn’t be darker.
the light at the end of my cigarette
looks like hope instead of death.

i am again staring at the keyboard
with no idea what to write,
knowing only
that writing seems like a good idea
in a night so black that
a promise of cancer
seems like a beacon.

it must look different from the outside:
there’s water and wine here,
a lover sleeping nearby
with a stillness
which reminds me of a moment
before a door opens.
daylight is not far off,
and there’s a poem forming on the screen.

the breathing in the bed
calls me, but i will light
one more cigarette before i go,
giving me a quick dose of
my other chosen poison
before i turn back toward my life.


charlotte day something or other

See previous entry.

I guess I’ll do a full entry when I get back…

but hey Worcester-ites: Bobby Gibbs placed 19th over all. Wheeeee!


charlotte day 1:

i saw some people I knew.

I drank alcohol.

I hear there’s a poetry thing around here somewhere. I’m a go look.


ok, kids

i’m shutting down. see you in Charlotte.

for the folks not there, I have technology with me and will check in here and there.

bye!

EDIT AT 2:15 AM: Dammit. I can’t sleep. Grrrr…


Huh.

I just turned down an offer from a headhunter to come in and interview for two potential positions, each making 60-80K.

In Bentonville, Arkansas.

For Wal-Mart. (Bentonville should have tipped you off.)

I’m pretty sure there were benefits, too…imagine that.


IWPS

I leave for Charlotte tomorrow in the late AM, get there mid-afternoon. Staying at poet central.

Looking forward to seeing all y’all.


I’m a damn fool sometimes.

Continue reading

you have no idea

Definitely.
You scored 38% Cold and 64% Level-Headed!
You can kill. But the question “Why would you?” arises.

Out of safety or cruelty?

My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

free online dating free online dating
You scored higher than 34% on Cold
free online dating free online dating
You scored higher than 68% on Level-Headed

Link: The Can You Kill a Man? Test written by notmarkflynn on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

And based on the news today, this might come in handy.


well, i’ll be dipped in chocolate and licked

my last entry was on all-female cover bands.

what to my wondering eyes should appear but this on CNN:

http://www.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/Music/01/30/arts.zeppelin.reut/index.html

ALSO: Anyone notice that the Asylum website is apparently down?


notes:

1.
Roger Bonair-Agard was in top form tonight at his Hut feature.

2.
He reminded me that I need to get to NYC again soon.

3.
KEXP has a jazz program after my own heart…just heard Paul Motian Quartet. But the DJ is the quintessential jazz DJ…dark stoner voice, hushed delivery, etc.

4.
Love this new guitar. Strings starting to lose their new string twanginess. Now, it’s a matter of waiting for the top to open up, and then this baby’s gonna rule.

5.
Before leaving the Hut tonight, I turned Jeff onto a video that Sou and Bill and I saw on the web yesterday for an all-female AC/DC tribute band called Hell’s Belles. The lead guitarist, Adrian Conner, is insane and insanely good, transcending mere Angus imitation. Highly recommended.

I wasn’t aware of how many female tribute bands there are. Check out Cheap Chick, for instance…it’s astonishing how much the drummer really looks and sounds like Bun E. Carlos.

Hell’s Belles: http://www.hellsbelles.info/
Video clips under Media; Beating Round the Bush highly recommended.

Cheap Chick: http://www.cheapchick.com/


there is no chance like the present

imagine the hard-luck man, brown
from drink and tobacco, reaching for the pencil
to check off the keno numbers, then dropping
his dollars on the moment when the TV screen will show
his fate: lose or win, it’s a great moment while he’s waiting.

or picture the son of the same man, cracking the books
and studying for the physics exam, mind slipping toward
the tabs in the bottom of his sock drawer, calculating
what he can take, how long he’ll be flying, equations,
formulas, and what time can he spare from the one
before he must give time to the other? deciding, he falls
in love with the notion that luck is with him now and always.

for the next door neighbor, it’s all good. the cats
won’t eat her for at least a day yet. she lies on the floor
and luck holds the swinging door closed against their yowling needs.
in the moment before they push hard enough she is most beautiful,
face at peace, hands at rest, quite still inside at last.

there is no chance like the present. better still,
there is no chance except the present. the moment
of waiting. of all best worlds existing at once. of luck
being not a possibility, but a birthright. of life and death
and remission and subterfuge in the name of happiness.
of the dice coming up divine everytime.


retail therapy (guitar geekery ahead)

well…

recently bought a Powerbook because I felt I was going to need a good sturdy laptop for work.

today, i picked up another expensive item I’ve had on layaway for a while: a brand new Ibanez Artwood dreadnaught acoustic guitar.

Artwood is the high end of the Ibanez line — top notch woods and construction.

This one has a solid Engelmann spruce top, laminated maple back and sides (stunning quilted blond I might add), gloss finish, gold hardware, bound rosewood fretboard, understated bridge, soundhole, peghead, and fretboard inlay…the works.

Got a bright, balanced and punchy strummed sound, great bass sustain, and still retains nice clarity when fingerpicked. Sucker’s loud too.

This guitar is everything I usually dislike in a guitar: new, dreadnaught, maple, and kinda flashy (although not overly so). In fact, in all my years of playing and collecting, I’ve never owned a 6-string dread before (my twelve is a dread).

Proof, I guess, that you should always be sure to check your assumptions at the door when you are looking for something. I like this instrument, and actually started a song tonight — a good guitar gives you a song right away.

Big ticket items like this are probably not wise right now, but I figure on selling some of my others, and also…why not, while I’ve still got a comfortable cushion to work from? I can’t foresee another luxury purchase soon; gonna get the car a major tuneup and have done with it, but that’s utilitarian.

Call it emancipation with strings.