baseball, poetry, and kim chi

Saturday, December 31, 2005

toes

Piplit was the first magazine with a wide audience to accept my work. Huge excitement. Very proud of myself. Then I waited. Waited for about a year. Effing accepted Whole Milk and I figured that I didn’t want to have anymore of that manuscript out there. So I wrote an e-mail to Elizabeth and told her I was withdrawing my work. Never heard back. Thought the magazine had gone belly up. And today I see they have their second issue. It is a very nice issue. Been reading it this morning. Horary for possums. For batteries that get recharged.

I am always interested into inquires regarding ethics. Under what circumstances can you withdraw work that has been accepted without looking like a jerk?

Monday, December 26, 2005

the day after

The sun is just rising on the 26th. I ate my first Christmas meal in 3 years. Last year it was Korean food, the year before Thai. I certainly put on more lbs this year. Been sleeping through the night, almost. Get up around 2 or 3 and read for an hour, then back to sleep. Dreamt that I was in a large lecture hall and the teacher wouldn’t let us tape the class. I argued in a snide way and was seen as heroic. Returned to my seat and sat next to my girlfriend (just dream girlfriend. Never seen her before). She was impressed.

I am reading my large stock of Effing Press Chaps that Scott sent me. I will talk about My Vote Counts in the next few days.

It is 7:30 and the sun is just coming up. It is 9:30p in Seoul and the sun has been down for 4 hours. Poems are coming out here and there, but I wonder if the time is not ripe for a novel. Wrote one 5 yrs ago. It was my first real attempt. Now it is underneath my bed. I wonder if it is time to write another one. I’d like to make some money.

Talked with Pirooz and Stacy yesterday. Actually got a 3 way call in. Phone conversations are tough enough, but the three way caused confusion. never sure when to talk and when to listen. Then I got to speak with each of my buds individually and that was better. I think I need to spend some time in LA this summer. Is there a reading series out there?

Saturday, December 24, 2005

what i want to be when i grow up

I think that 3:30a is my new wakeup time in the states. Can’t help it. Been most every day now. Only have to wait 4 hrs for the sun. Called Pirooz when I woke up. Never seem to call at the right times. Of course there was no answer. Beware of giving me yr phone number, I will call when I want to, not always when I should.

Was reading the SF Chronicle and in it a porn star (female) had sex with a 15 yr old boy. Um, I know I prayed for this when I was 15. So the girl is on the run and I am all over the web trying to find pictures of her naked and wishing I had known her when I was 15. Then I started searching around to different modeling agencies to see how I could get my start in porn.

It is 5:38a

Friday, December 23, 2005

What was playing?

On Dec 20, 1975 the number one song was: Fly, Robin Fly - Silver Convention. Now I need to find out about this song. Was looking forward to something from the Beatles or stones, and on the British charts, the number one song was: Bohemian Rhapsody – Queen. Now that is more like it.

What was the number one song on yr birthday?

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

close enough

the other day I got some great news. Marcus Slease is moving to Korea. Moving to Inchon. Kind of close to Seoul. Out by the airport. About an hour away from the middle of Seoul. Figure we get a few more of you out here and we might have a regular group of poets.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

b-day

Today I turn 30.

I haven’t yet adjusted to the time difference. Still sleep off and on. Sleep maybe 3 times a day. Still, feel better. Will get into the swing of things soon.

December 20th is also my parents anniversary (no, they have been married for a few years more than 30.). So we will all go out for dinner tonight.

It is 5:15 in the morning. If I was in Seoul the bells would be ringing.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

just like that

Arrived in Brevard 23 hours after I woke up in Seoul. Easy flight. The Airbus from Seoul to Narita had little televisions on the back of the seats. I chose to watch Cinderella Man. Landed before I could finish. Figured the flight from Narita to Detroit would have the TVs too. It didn’t. I slept for 10 hours instead. When the stewardess asked if I wanted noodles or eggs, I said orange juice. There were no drugs involved. Before we leave Narita, let me just tell you that they have the cleanest bathrooms in the world. I save up for my layover there. The US customs were easy. One time I was asked if I could read. I said no, but I still got through. She thought I was joking.

Now I am at my father’s computer and it is just after 6 in the morning.

The night before I left Korea I went out with a friend. We drank beer from an ice mug. When you finished, you threw it against this wall in hopes of hitting a target. I just liked to see it explode. Later we ate Gol Bang E. It is a shell fish of sorts. Awfully good. No idea what it is though. Ate away at that. Ordered some Octopus (was told by friend that it was a cousin of octopus, so that made me happier, octopi are my friends). The woman grabbed it out of an aquarium. Stuck her finger up its mouth. Laid it on a cutting board. Cut off the head. Chopped the tentacles up. It was on our table seconds after death and then in my mouth. The suction cups were still sucking. Held onto my tongue for a bit. Don’t know if I will eat it again, but watching those things flail around adds color to a meal.

At one point a guy said something to my friend. She said something back. I ask the drunk if he wants to talk to me. my riend takes control of the situation and lays into him (I wanted to say total controll, but how much controll can a woman and a man have over seven drunk men?). Table of seven Korean guys eye me. Drunk Jim eyes back. Korean guys get bored and move on.

Really sets some Korean men off when you are out with a lady. No one stood up to help. The owner of the shop didn’t throw the guys out. Wont miss that scene when I leave. But there are many things I will miss.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

where and why

I sent an e-mail to a poet the other day. I was very curious about his publication record. Normally I’m not, but with this poet, I was, and this is why. He runs an independent magazine, yet his publications include, almost exclusively, University presses. If you look to the roll on my right you will notice that there are some university publications, but you will also notice that I am publishing with independents. I find both important. When looking for jobs with people out of the loop, those university publications add weight. But, when talking with yr peers, it is fun to see yrself next to a new friend. I feel much more a part of Typo or Pobre or Effing than I do with a university press. Everyone has the right to publish (try) where they like. just seems strange to me that someone who is running an independent doesn’t think his work belongs in one. Why is this? How do you folks feel about publishing? Where are you most proud/happy to see yr work? Community is becoming more and more important to me. There will always be a need for university presses, but that need is feeling less and less. So long as there is exposure, I am happy.

You Ugly SOB

 
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Go to hell you little bastards

 
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Those damn birds

What to do about birds and flowers? I hate them as much as the next guy. They deserve to be wiped from the face of poetry. If these things were counted they are probably behind only articles and conjunctions in terms of number of occurrences in poetry. But as far as objects and subjects, bet they are number one. So do we ignore them? Do we hate them for others abuse? Seems we can work them over by including them and making them new. Why is yr bird there, yr flower? What is the metaphor? objects are metaphor, people are metaphor, sounds are metaphor. I hope my birds don’t fly in a V and make me feel longing. I hope they echo off those and instead crash into a mountain and the mountain goes poof and the bird keeps going. What I am saying is that it is easy to say yuk to birds. It lets you read easy. But their inclusion does not always mean a crutch. Rebecca got me thinking about this. Had been thinking before, but just wanted to mention that, and that is about it.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Where i will be

If I don’t hop to it, Rebecca Loudon is going to remove me from her blog roll. Doesn’t take much to get me to write, and a threat that serious is enough. We are finishing up our semester here. grading papers, writing evaluations. Not my favorite part of the term. We finish up on Friday. On Saturday morning I fly to the states. I haven’t been back in 1.5 years. I am excited to see everyone but had been feeling a bit nervous about the flight. Not so afraid of it crashing (though I just put a jinx on), but just the amount of travel hours. Well over 24. Been thinking about this flight for months now, and like I said, had been attributing my nervousness to it. But now, I wonder if the nervousness is instead coming from seeing my folks. This is a strange feeling. It surprised me when I asked the question and felt that the response was yes. Christmas is always a difficult time. Since my brother died, the season just isn’t right. But it has been a few years since I saw them for Christmas and maybe I just forgot. Now I remember. I will be in Brevard Nc from Dec 17th through Jan 2. If anyone lives in the area, and wants to do something, let me know. Don’t know anyone besides my parents (they moved from Tucson about 5 years ago), so company is always appreciated. Should be updating can of corn from there

Monday, December 05, 2005

how is yr week looking?

Seoul is in winter





mon tues wed thurs
1°C(33°F) 2°C(35°F) 0°C(32°F) 0°C(32°F)
-8°C(17°F) -5°C(23°F) -6°C(21°F) -6°C(21°F)
CONDITION
Cloudy with sunny breaks Sunny Sunny Cloudy periods

Sunday, December 04, 2005

voice

I read the words for the song. They don’t do much for me, but when I hear him sing them, the song stays in my head, and I want to listen again and again. Now I get the words. Check out Pirooz and the rest of The Slipshod Swingers

Slease Interviews Pierce. click on the text

In this episode, Marcus interviews Scott Pierce, publisher/editor of Effing Press. We listen in on Scott Pierce reading his poems at the end of the show.

Saturday, December 03, 2005


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first real snow this winter 10:24p

 
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where was my camera?

taking a taxi down the street. Heading into town to get lunch. Turn a corner, come onto a main drag. people are standing by the road. one catches my attention. Fat guy. not too intelligent looking. But there is a look on his face. There is some intention there. I see something, not sure what. but I am interested. scan him again. what is with this guy? Then my friend and I and the Taxi driver see it at the same time. She says eww. Taxi driver honks his horn. I start laughing. Guys got his dick out and is just waving it around like it is the most natural thing in the world. Showing off his goods. I wonder how many people saw his cock today. Seoul is redeeming itself.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

The jerk

more movie quotes. forgive me

"I know we've only known each other for 4 weeks and 3 days, but to me ... it seems like 9 weeks and 5 days. The 1st day, seemed like a week. And the 2nd day, seemed like 5 days ... and the 3rd day seemed like a week again. And the 4th day, seemed like 8 days. And the 5th day, you went to see you mother, and that seemed ... just like a day. But then you came back, and then later, on the 6th day, in the evening, when we saw each other, that started seeming ... like 2 days. So in the evening it seemed like 2 days, spilling over into the next day, and that started seeming like 4 days. So at the end of the 6th day, on into the 7th day, it seemed like a total of 5 days. And ... the 6th day, seemed like a week and a half. ... I have it written down, but I -- I can show it to you tomorrow if you want to see it."

you can hear it here

And although I hate to judge before all the facts are in, it's beginning to look like Gen. Ripper exceeded his authority.

sounds of Strangelove