"Lacan on the Real and the Gods"

This post speaks to me.

Reality
TV. Reality
poetry.  Reality reality.

Listening to the always compelling Imogen Heap.  Thinking about making dinner: pesto pasta and salad.

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It's been a wet, coolish summer.  A roofing contractor I know said that he hasn't been  able to put together 5 straight days of work all summer.  That hurts a lot of people.

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I pinched a nerve in my neck a few days ago.  Which plays into an old shoulder injury (from when I was assaulted on the job back in the day).

The aging body.  It's not always pretty.

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The writing hasn't been coming, so I'm in one of those rebuilding times.  Have been revisiting a number of things, philosophy books etc, trying to resituate, rethink some stuff.

Attention spans these days... Anyone's shelf life...

Dream

Had a weird convoluted dream last night in which Charles Bernstein was explaining to me that home craft projects go  much better if one makes one's own Elmer's Glue!

The Difficulties

“the blessing 

                            that difficulties are once more”

--Charles Olson, from Song 3 of “The Songs of Maximus”

A big thank you to Craig Dworkin for his hard work bringing The Difficulties online. It has been a pleasure working with him.

Spent a chunk of time today reviewing scans of The Difficulties.  Found a few problems, but we're getting very close.

Spent another chunk of time searching the living room for a guitar pick I'd misplaced.

And another chunk of time reading and thinking about Robin Williams.  Such a gifted man.

Listening to some blues and thinking in my meandering way.

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Sounds as if The Difficulties should be online pretty soon.  The magazine scans are pretty much done, it's just a matter of finalizing the index.  It's really not something that I sought out.  It's something I was encouraged to do by Charles Bernstein.  And, on reflection, I think that it will be a good thing to have done.  There's some solid things in those mags.

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Went to the farmer's market this morning.  Got some great stuff.  Especially the first local peaches of the season.  Nothing like standing over the kitchen sink eating a perfect peach. Juicepocalypse.

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One of this last week's highlights was watching Sharknado 2. I didn't see the first film in this franchise, but numero dos is a hoot.  I'm surprised my friend Richard Lopez hasn't reviewed it yet.

Speaking of Richard, he has a glancing mention of the IBM Selectric typewriter in one of his recent posts at Really Bad Movies.  That got me going.  That's the typewriter I used in getting together The Difficulties.

I went through a couple of those machines(which I bought used).  I loved them.  They were state of the art back in the day.  You changed fonts by switching out type balls.  And Selectrics were fitted out for correction tape--that was huge at the time.  For ten plus years I banged on a Selectric everyday.  And sweated, cursed and laughed over it too.  I miss the sound and touch of those lovely typers.

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Getting used to my new notebook computer.  Which is probably partly why I'm waxing nostalgic over the technology of a few decades ago.

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"The Skin Of" at Moss Trill

I've got new work ("The Skin Of") up at Moss Trill .


Tip of the hat to editor William Allegrezza.