been pretty much offline for the holiday, being with family and watching nicholas get engrossed not in his presents, but as is the wont of a 1-year-old, the wrapping paper and boxes. he had a blast playing with those. i saw a while back that there is a toy hall of fame somewhere, and this year the cardboard box got its induction. it fits, there is nothing better to a small child than a box, and the imagination. the mind reels at all the possibilities!

and but so, got the jan. '06 issue of fuck!, a stapled, 6-page zine published out of arizona by lee thorn, last thursday. this edition is so good that it made me reread a number of back issues. when thorn is on, he is red-hot, his picks of textual poetry and vispo is spot-on. anyway, this issue has a couple of poems by jon cone, a writer so good that i had to google him to find more of his stuff. he is the reason i went thru my stash of back issues. i first read his poems last year. there are some writers i wish were also bloggers, jim mccrary is one, and jon cone is another. i want to read everything they have written, and will write. i couldn't find if cone has published any books, or chaps, so if anyone got any info on him i'd be much obliged.

subscribe to fuck! by sending 20 bucks to lee thorn at box 85571, tucson, az 85754.

and and check out this fascinating conversation between geof huth and jim andrews on the nature and definitions of digital writing.

and and and i received last week coltsfoot insularity, a collaboration between poets jess mynes and aaron tieger, which i read twice in a row. a bit more on that later.