The goalie's anxiety, as Peter Handke pointed out, is semiotic in nature. Photo by Zarko Radakovic.
[photo from ACLU] An article in this week’s High Country News highlights the mistreatment of a trans woman in Arizona’s Eloy Detention Center. ICE’s detention centers are designed to mistreat inmates badly enough that they will sign voluntary deportation documents. … Continue reading →
Dutifully, Trump holds up his July 13 directive dismantling two Utah national monuments. Looking like they got exactly what they wanted, Senators Curtis and Lee, Governor Cox and Utah House Speaker Schultz applaud politely, grin variously. In 1996, President Clinton … Continue reading →
A favorite album by one of my favorite musicians, Bill Frisell. With Don Byron, Clarinet, Bass Clarinet; Guy Klucevsek, Accordion; Kermit Driscoll, Bass; Joey Baron, Drums. Recorded in 1992, the album cover features a 4th of July photo of racing … Continue reading →
A shootout decided the Champions League final on Saturday, with PSG defeating Arsenal by one penalty kick (my photo of the TV coverage). Michael Roloff translated the title of Peter Handke’s early novel, Die Angst des Tormanns beim Elfmeter as … Continue reading →
…for Sam Rushforth, the well-read botanist who, reading The Crossing by candlelight at 13,000 feet altitude while we were on the island of Taquile, Peru, experienced remarkable hallucinations in conjunction with Billy Parham’s experiences in the novel. This final chapter … Continue reading →
Six or seven months ago, while Alex was in the hospital being treated for breathing issues, I heard Trent and Alex talking about mail art. I heard the name Ray Johnson and others I don’t remember. They referenced the FLUXUS … Continue reading →
Working to keep Alex close, I wrote this for a Canadian journal of poetry and poetics: periodicities. Seeing it posted today, I remember Alex sending letters to Rilke, Mallarme, Baudelaire, and others who had passed on and for whom Alex … Continue reading →
Thomas Deichmann’s two-volume set has surfaced memories of a life-changing—a life-jolting—trip through the former Federal Republic of Yugoslavia, a land and peoples sundered by civil wars catalyzed and exploited by nationalist leaders. In May, 1998 I joined my friend and … Continue reading →
A week ago, on Tuesday, February 3, Alex sent me this photo of two pages of his notebook. The self portrait was drawn at 11:30 pm on January 31, the poem written the next morning, at 8:35 am. The evening … Continue reading →