Friday, September 30, 2016

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Poem #12


1994-1998

sometimes I think
about the movies we
were all obsessed with
when I was in college

pulp fiction
trainspotting
natural born killers
which I saw with a boy

on what would turn out to be one of the only random dates with a random person
I would ever go on in my young life though of course being me I didn’t quite realize
that it was a date at the time but regardless when he got us to the movie twenty
five minutes late that categorically guaranteed we would never hang out again

guy ritchie robert rodriguez
naturally tarantino even our
cohen brothers were the extra
violent cohen bothers of fargo

what was with us?
what was our deal?
where the heck were
we coming from man?

I don’t presume to know but
even now you can get a smile
out of any forty-year-old if you
just mention Royale with Cheese


Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Comics


I've gotten very into reading comics lately. I've always read graphic novels, and still do, but recently a few things happened: I've gotten into the Saga and Ms Marvel trade books (bind-ups of multiple comics issues that you can buy in a regular bookstore); a ten-year-old friend lent us a stack of comics he was done with (see directly below); and we had a little book club at work to read the first four issues of Ta-Nehisi Coates Black Panther. As well, two of my favorite graphic novelists / memoirists, Lucy Knisley and Raina Telgemeier, have new books out, and other juicy treats keep presenting themselves as well. All of which has lead me to read a lot of this stuff in recent months and I must say I'm enjoying it wholeheartedly. I make no admissions but it's possible I might have more on order. Next stop, I suppose, is a propper comic book shop, but I still feel a little shy about that.




Tuesday, September 27, 2016

The Big Book Sale


Every year for a great many years one of my favorite days of the year has been the SF Public Library's BIG BOOK SALE. Held at Fort Mason and full of thousands upon thousands of books costing no more than three bucks apiece, it is pretty much our idea of pure heaven. This year we bought 45 books for 96 dollars (you can see them all stacked up in our home in the bottom photo). Nicely done, us.



Monday, September 26, 2016

Friday, September 23, 2016

Stumbling Upon Stella


New buildings in San Francisco are required to have a certain amount of public open space. They are also, I have heard, required to spend a certain amount on publicly-visible art. The latest great big corporate building in my work neighborhood has an enormous public atrium with tables and chairs and a cafe. Though I've walked past it many times I only went in for the first time yesterday. And that's when I realized the three very-large-scale artworks hanging in this space are in fact real live bona fide Frank Stella pieces. One of them, just above, not dissimilar to the ones I fell in love with a the big Whitney show last fall (that show, by the way is coming to the de Young this November and I highly recommend it to the Bay Area folks among you) (oh, also, they also have several of these Stella wall constructions in their own room in the new wing at SFMOMA which are well worth a look). Wonders abound.



Thursday, September 22, 2016

Poem #11


1988-2000

how we used to sometimes
climb the path to Indian Rock

no street associated with this path
a narrow sidewalk cutting straight

through the middle of three blocks
backyards and fences facing onto it

branches overhanging and shrubs and
flowers and weeds all along the sides

running between the Alameda and the
Arlington two parallel north-south streets

in the Berkley hills that both start
with the letter A and the word The


image source is here