I was typecast. Every movie Geof and J’Monne made, I played a racist authority figure. In one, I led a skin-head organization. In one scene, the two heroes were going to ambush me. We rehearsed, blocking the scenes’ realistic but harmless moves. Camera rolling, however, I was jacked, glasses flying.
The cheap red and white radio provided one of my few diversions at the Hotel Abbey. Sundays I listened to the streaky 49ers, Joe Montana surpassing Steve Deberg. Every morning, I carried the radio to the window to shake out countless cockroaches, sheltered among the transistors, into the alley below.
A performance of sound, visual, and digital poetries held in Seattle, Washington, on 30 March 2007. The four performers, each coming from a different state or province in North America were, Jim Andrews, Crag Hill, Geof Huth, and Nico Vassilakis. The performance was held at the Chapel Performance Space, fourth floor, at The Good Shepherd, 4649 Sunnyside North, just south of 50th Street in Wallingford. For more information.
Also from Geof:
Reading in Waiting
Let me almost announce that Crag Hill and I will be giving a reading at the Stain Bar, 766 Grand Street, Brooklyn, New York, on Friday, 16 November 2007, and it’ll be starting at 6:30 or 7 pm. The start time is up in the air, but the date appears set, so save the date and plan to attend. Crag is coming all the way from Moscow, Idaho, for this. To convince yourself you have to attend, watch some of his great performance work in the one-hour video above.
My temper gets the best of me–strength, arm-speed, volume, sharp articulation–and my worst, especially my aim. I don’t remember what Laurie and I were arguing about, but I’ll never forget flinging the bleach bottle at the couch–a Dave Stewart fastball–and missing: Perfect round hole in glass.
from Eliot Weinberger via Kent Johnson via Maria Damon:
As you may have heard, Will Alexander is quite ill with cancer and is undergoing chemotherapy. He's spent his life largely off the poetry grid,taking on odd jobs, and has no financial support or, needless to say, health insurance.
The San Francisco organization Poets in Need is coordinating efforts to raise money for him. You can make a (tax-deductible) contribution to them, earmarked for Will, and send it to:
Poets in Need PO Box 5411 Berkeley CA 94705
For those around New York, there will be a benefit reading for Will at the Bowery Poetry Club, Thursday November 1, 6-8 pm (readers to be announced).
Not only my next door neighbor, beside George and Mike Tatge, Janet was my best friend. We rode bikes, shot baskets, tossed footballs, sat for hours chatting. Our relationship changed the day I rang her back doorbell, birthday invitation in hand, and I saw her running upstairs in her underwear.
In class, Jeff said little about The Bluest Eye. He said little in writing. Yet he could talk non-stop. Having exhausted the discipline techniques I’d been taught, I sidled up to him, leaned over, whispered, “Shut the fuck up.” He leaned back, smiled, and rarely spoke out of turn again.