“Did u really kill biggie smalls?”
Now THIS is weird. For me, at least, who’s more used to technical emails (“how do I get booked at…,” “how do I get published…,” etc.) than personal ones. Today, I got two separate emails asking about my poem, Confessions of a Serial Killer. It’s an old poem that I wrote back in 1997 and
The Freshmen
I love this song, although, reading the lyrics, I realized I had no clue what the hell it’s about! Abortion, maybe? Definitely a suicide in there. THE VERVE PIPE The Freshmen When I was young I knew everything She a punk who rarely ever took advice Now I’m guilt stricken, sobbing with my head on
It takes a clean break to heal right
Could it be that Spring is finally here for real? It’s beautiful outside. Grabbed lunch from the little Caribbean trailer out front – jerk chicken, rice and peas and plantains with a mint iced tea – and sat over in Battery Park to eat. The tourists are out in full force and there was a
Ok, I lied. Quick fix! Ed Garcia is THE man! The CD (5 PAST 13) is going to be ready for Monday night’s show and it’s purely because he busted his ass to get it done. The mastering, the design, the production…hell, he even ordered the track list! (I’m #13.) Fuck collectivism, it takes individuals
Looking for parking in the morning so completely sets my day off on the wrong foot! Looking for it in Brooklyn Heights on a Monday morning – where after driving around for 30 minutes, you stick it on a meter and cross your fingers you’ll ONLY get a ticket – sucks like a five hour
What ever made me think that I’d find convenient parking when I decided to drive in this morning? Ended up in a parking lot after driving around for 20 minutes looking. Planning to avoid Hartsdale while Salomé and the kids are gone so I had to pack a bag this morning to get me through
The problem with these journals is that by the time you find the time to write something in them, so much has happened that you don’t know where to start. Or finish. Besides that, Salome says I’ve been talking too much about the war. This past Monday’s show couldn’t have worked out better than if
NOTE: I am permanently tired. Figure it’s going to last until India’s at least one years old. There’s just no getting around it. Tuesday at Acentos was amazing. I mean really. It’s been ages since I’ve done a full-on 30-minute feature, much less here in NY. Nowadays, many more people know me as a host
Selected Squares of Concrete
SELECTED SQUARES OF CONCRETE. That’s the name of my new chapbook that I just finished putting together last night. I’m going to release it at Acentos on Tuesday if I can get it turned around quick enough. “But, Guy…” you’re probably saying, “You’ve written one new poem in three years! How in the world do
The snow is blowing wildly across the gray, depressed skyline as I’m looking north – I think! – from my office on the 25th floor. Mind you, I’m in a cubicle but our section sits next to a huge ceiling-to-floor window. I’ve started bringing in some things to personalize my space. Not the playroom again