Sit Still

I woke up thinking I should spend this day writing. Typing. Stringing words together in effluvious wellsprings of vapid array. Looking out the window I see a young woman walking her dog. Another person of (from this distance)...

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Found Somebody’s iPhone

A few weeks ago I spotted an odd-looking shiny object on a sidewalk on 28th Street, by the basketball courts at the Dutch Kills Playgrounds just north of 36th Avenue. It was an iPhone, but the way it had landed on the sidewalk,...

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Tower Records

Date: Wed, 1 Feb 2012 17:40:27 -0500 (EST) From: mark thomas To: *** Subject: Re: [Contact] hi, *** Oh, yeah, I think I remember TO. He was the drummer? The problem I had with re-connecting with the Tower folks is that I never...

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June 24, 2009

Wednesday, June 24, 2009 12:02:52 PM I should think this is funny but I do not. I was just thinking this AM how nice it is that I can turn this PC off and turn it on again in the morning without having to wait 25 minutes for it...

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New york

Almost felt like New York today. Against the 80 quadrillion chance against whatever odds i crossed paths with a payphone artist. We made plans for Wednesday.  Rando connected 

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July, 2009.

She crawled into bed with me, naked, refusing to let me kiss or touch her, calling me a creep for having these thoughts. She left bed and went to the kitchen. I followed her standing but not fully exited from the bed, as if the...

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We Had Mutual Friends. I Cannot Remember Who.

Took me way longer than it should have to remember who this archived text message was from. “Thx again for a nice time:). Maybe when we are less under influence, we can continue working on some music together. That was...

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Aawwwwww

Aawwwwww

What does a man like me need in a circumstance such as this? One word: ASSURANCES. Thumbs up! From 2007, a seeming lifetime ago. Lifetimago.

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Five Men Sunning Themselves in Central Park

everybody squanders pasts, everybody, listless gradations and humblings, tirelessly diurnal ramblings, chomping of apples, stirring of laundry, idling of vehicles, spraying of radio, flat chesting of the elderly man bragging...

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Untitled

HEAD CREAMED UNDER GRILLED HONEY . FLAMBÉ JAZZ BRUSSELS PANTS ASUNDER FRESH THUGS OF DISDAIN SELF-LOATHING PICKING MORALITY PUNS SQUASHED UNDER COFFEE AND VICE . ON CRUXES OF GHOSTS I LUMBERED, A PHANTOM THROUGH THE MOMENTS OF...

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Email. January, 2001.

it’s good to see new stuff from you, a.k.a. man-who-is-responsible-for-the-phrase-‘crazier-than-you’-being-stuck-in-vari ous- nooks-and-cranies-of-my-head-for-the-past-half-year-and-turning-up-when-i’d-...

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If that is ambivalence I detect in your relationship with these electronic tools then I certainly share it. I wish that the physical work done here gave me a visceral, muscular feeling of satisfaction that I was using the tools of an artisan, but these tools are never more than cheap disposable plastic. I don't do anything at the BBC, they interviewed me a few times, often at great great length, about some stuff they found interesting. The one on my site is the only one I ever heard/saw, and that's pretty well because the producer sent me a CD of the spot. I don't have anywhere near all my media spots linked up because I don't remember where most of them are. I wrote poetry, too, mostly bad poetry. The fact of the matter is that I do too much, and am sorely in need of direction. I also picked up a fancy-pants DSLR camera recently, to complement my beautiful old film SLR. I have mostly loathed the DSLR but figured I should take a crack at actually using one. I can't find your blog from your profile pages but I look forward to joining your steep learning curve as it arrives at some abatement.

The Desk In My Bedroom on Main Street, Oberlin Ohio, USA, 1989-1990

The Desk In My Bedroom on Main Street, Oberlin Ohio, USA, 1989-1990

I might have kept that upside-down “PERISHABLE FRESH FRUIT” box because of its sturdiness. And the cassettes. Might still have those, too. That’s a silver double-cassette boom box (Magnavox?) on the far bottom left. That thing rocked. I remember blasting Paganini, Alkan, Pabst, Busoni, and the gratuitous 19th/20th virtuosi, ghetto-style, across the firmament of Main […]

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Virtuoso

Virtuoso I found you in a gray yard, politely brimming, policing the clearings in a stranger’s voice. Listening to a radio you wanted to intercept the meaning of what was heard, the anthill-like spaces, deep, filled by...

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Do Not Call 814-351-9579 or 469-646-0884

I intended to craft a detailed explanation of how I determined that a couple of strange emails were nothing but spam, albeit with a somewhat novel (to me, at least) twist. But the details of examining email headers and running...

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Kismet Involving the Sinatræ

Last week a friend emailed a link to a story about Frank Sinatra’s burial site. Toward the end of the story, just as I was starting to ask why the hell this was sent to me (I’m no Frank Sinatra groupie) the last...

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Breakage

Flat on the pavement, its silver raised numbers glistening in the sunlight, I found a TD Bank gift card in the middle of a quiet Astoria side street. Intending to make some effort to identify the person who lost it and return it...

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At the Bar. July, 2012.

At the Bar. July, 2012.

I took this picture in 2012 thinking, perhaps fearing, that this is what I would look like ten years on. I still have a bit of paunch but my gut has mostly held court, the concave suppressing the convex.

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Were Calls From 833-289-1205 a Scam?

Like a majority of people who took time out of their busy days to complain about it, when I got 4 robocalls in a row from 833-289-1205 I assumed it was some kind of scam. A robovoice identifying itself as CVS/Caremark The first...

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