What's Available for Happy Hour? “Nothing, happy hour is from four till five.” “Really?” “It’s a literal hour.” “So, by extension all other hours are unhappy?” “Not necessarily. There are sad hours, bored hours, angry hours, even ecstatic hours, though some forms of...
POEMS
POEMS "Stealing Life" and "The Lugubrious Game"
Stealing Life Closer and closer to fifty, years turn months, weeks, days, and I have trouble staying asleep. Around two I get up to read in the living room, then lie down, this time on the couch, turning the transistor radio to KGO, distracting myself, returning, life...
POEMS "free country" and "STILL THE SAME"
free country your voice on the phone in the dream is disinterested I miss you I say It’s a free country a moth falls through the door drunk on light the same one that flies out of my wallet how have I never seen him I think coming home —Evan Laffer STILL THE SAME...
POEMS "Cowsong" and "Yellow Touchings"
Cowsong Guide me into the depths, where the lack of oxygen intercepts the thing no human accepts. Yet here I am, alive: a joke the wind might contrive. Underneath the beat of your blood, feet in the stars, face in the mud. I can hear your brains beat and your heart...
POEMS "Apple," "Jackson Pollock," "The Tao," and "Unrealized"
Apple Every day an anxious man appears in my apple and offers me a Magritte. Jackson Pollock Sometimes the Americans form a circle around something awful that has happened. Sometimes it is a painting. The Tao It’s easy to have no path and no plans, but it isn’t very...
POEMS "Reservoir" and "Dead Men Don't Marry"
Reservoir You take the back lane, following the curve of street until it meets the steps to the reservoir. At the top, triumphant, you stop for a cigarette, puffing smoke in the face of legs and lungs. Let them burn this day before your cross- examination. In England,...
POEMS "Vincent's Blackberries" and "Belated Start, Premature Conclusion"
Vincent's Blackberries Buying blackberries, you held out on me in Hollywood Erewhon. Tonight is Friday, Christmas lives on and on. Vincent was out in Aries eyes and feeling good, wanting to meet people: other people who buy blackberries I was by myself in mascara and...
Publication in the Age of Negation, Part X A Mystery...With a Missing Body of Work
Dear Friends, It is with deep sorrow that we inform you that we lost Jim early on Monday morning, after a long illness. Jim’s last days were spent at peace with his family, and true to his character, he kept working until the very end, finishing a lengthy review of a...
POEMS "No One Leaves Me Like You Do" and "The Lugubrious Game"
No One Loves Me Like You Do A soft and rotten moment of loving you hits the pavement like seasonal fruit gone overripe. Skipping to the part where you leave a cigarette burning in my ashtray, I take out eyes swollen by another’s prying that pass through the mouth and...
Publication in the Age of Negation, Part IX In the Region of Pure Art
Jim Brooklinen’s rapturous response to reading my novel in its entirety had exceeded my wildest hopes. Not only had the veteran New York literary man hailed it as “the finest new work of sustained prose I’ve read in a very long time,” and expressed a genuine desire to...
Publication in the Age of Negation, Part VIII Laying a False Trail Across the Visceral Ether
Nobody is reading this. No sooner have I started to write a sentence than I’m plunged into bitterness and despair. Sitting down to write has become too great a test of my moral and spiritual strength: I am immediately mystified as to why it is so difficult to get my...
POEMS "Foreign Language Film" and "Reality (Slight Return)"
Foreign Language Film I dream of two strangers having sex. There’s a song on in the background, it’s not in English, I don’t know what language it is. This was the night after the night I cried into my wine at a fried chicken restaurant. It’s never the person, it’s...
Publication in the Age of Negation, Part VII Sex, Drugs and Bad Writing
I hadn’t sent the novel out in a while. In fact, I hadn’t sent it out in months. What was the point? Even if they loved it, they didn’t want it. At this point I was too dispirited to send the work out or describe the ensuing demoralization. But I needed to send it out...
Publication in the Age of Negation, Part VI An Old White Male, Inconveniently Still Alive
Why even catalog these grievances? I just wanted to get a book published. The documentation of this tedious process wasn’t something that could hold much interest for the average reader, whoever that was, or any reader, if there were any left. I had wrongly assumed...
Publication in the Age of Negation, Part V A Tiresome Outpouring of Fribbling Expatiations
I don’t know how to create the impression of time passing. But it passed, weeks passed by, during which nothing much happened. The sense of futility engendered by these dealings with the literary establishment hung over other potential undertakings. There didn’t seem...
Publication in the Age of Negation, Part IV Wasted Words
One sends out this precious, all too precious, closely guarded work to complete strangers: they might initially take an interest, but after being presented with the entire manuscript, they can’t be bothered to get back to you at all, not even with a brief cordial...
COMMENTARY: Stop Being Supportive
“Dictatorship in the arts, democracy in everything else.” —Dave Godin It might come as a shock to some young people but there was once a time when not every single person was an artist. People are always talking about “the role of the artist in the digital age,” as if...
POEMS "Poem April 3" and "Do It Again"
Poem April 3 The language you are now reading will be born tomorrow morning when the sun that resides in each one of us turns back into music. You and I will be in transit, as usual, rolling along the new roads, practicing our stories in case we’re asked about our...