Thursday, May 29, 2008

Preludes & Nocturnes

Some of the pieces from The Dream Suite directly reference characters and stories from Neil Gaiman's The Sandman series--Desire, Dream, Despair and lesser characters like Lady Bast, Emperor Norton and Fiddler's Green. Others, like this one, riff off the title Preludes & Nocturnes, number one of the collections.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Sweet Ice

essence mixed with ice
could be granitas
could be city suit in snow

Bitter Employee Haiku Caveat

Bitter Employee Haiku # 72

that vodka bottle
really shouldn't be doing
your talking for you

aka danger at xmas parties

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

not really about hinduism

the streets are full
of sacred cattle

I've lived in two places--Key West and San Francisco--where there are lots of street people. It always made me think of how our culture can chew people up and spit them out. As well as the idea that perhaps the mad are closer to god.

Monday, May 26, 2008

3 Oranges for Frank O'Hara

ah, life...

Among other things sometimes more boxes just means more decisions...

Friday, May 23, 2008

Bitter Employee Haiku # 128

it's monday meeting
here cometh the time vampire
move quick, stake her heart

do you get the idea i really, really resent meeting and people who speak at them?

Monday, May 19, 2008


For Destruction, brave enough to change

Wednesday, May 14, 2008


You can only leave so much behind.
Change is good, but not always so easy...

Bitter Employee Haiku # 177

it's an interview
i wait for the dumb question
where I blow all chances

oh dear. so many times this has happened. when the clueless HR person asks you "what gets you up in the morning?" don't answer "uh, coffee?" if you want a job. If the VP of some now-defunct division of an almost-defunct company who's current revenues were at about $4 million says "My boss gave me a rev figure of $40 million for next year. What would you do first?" don't answer "I'd go back and tell him he needed to pick a new figure" if you want a job.

It's perhaps better I didn't get any of these jobs :)

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Scintillant Orange

Inspired in part by Rainbow Stories
by William Vollmann

[Also by the many indignities that can be inflicted upon artists]

2 Oranges for Frank O'Hara

1 Orange for Frank O'Hara

While 12 Oranges For Frank O’Hara was inspired by the O’Hara poem "Why I am not a Painter," each painting itself references one of the poems from O’Hara’s "Oranges: 12 Pastoral"

O’Hara, an influential New York city poet and curator at the Museum of Modern Art, collaborated with many artists in his lifetime including Grace Hartigan, Larry Rivers and Franz Kline. These pieces are also an homage to those literary-visual collaborations.

The Poem:

Why I am not a Painter
by Frank O’Hara

I AM not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,

For instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting a painting. I drop in.
“Sit down and have a drink’
he says. I drink; we drink. I look
up. “You have SARDINES in it.”
“Yes, it needed something there.”
“Oh.” I go and the days
go by. I drop in. The painting is
finished. “Where’s SARDINES?”
All that’s left is just
letters. “It was too much,” Mike says.

But me? One day I am thinking of
a color: orange. I write a line
about orange. Pretty soon it is a
whole page of words, not lines.
Then another page. There should be
so much more, not of orange, of
words, of how terrible orange is
and life. Days go by. It is even in
prose, I am a real poet. My poem
is finished and I haven’t mentioned
orange yet. It’s twelve poems. I call
it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery
I see Mikes’ painting, called SARDINES.

The Poems:

Oranges: 12 Pastorals by Frank O'Hara

More about Frank O'Hara

Modern American Poetry

Tuesday, May 6, 2008


those who ignore history
doomed to repeat it

which is probably why
all empires come to an end

bearing towards oblivion

Another little ode to Desire
[Why forks? Aren't we a culture of consumption?]

lots of useful skills here...


marketing weasels
drink their martinis
and practice lying

oh c'mon, it's just a haiku.
besides, i'm one of the brethren ;)

wasted trees

I file blank reports
no one notices business
proceeds as always

actually, I filed the same report month after month.

my interview lunch...

included a long, long, discussion on lipstick.

I left Key West for San Francisco

and an artist became an executive for

There is no way to keep your feet on both shores.