back on the saddle. wrote #6 in my sonnet sequence of ed wood. started to collate and edit a small chap that hopefully will be out in a couple of months. a big adherent to diy publishing, the chap'll be self-published and free to whomever wants a copy.

yasser [see the comments to this post here] has got me thinking about very bad movies. i'll take it up, and come up with a list by this weekend. but bad movies are totally subjective, since i'm a nut for the worst kind of cinema imaginable. could we be talking about so bad they're good movies, or movies that have wasted my time and money. i'll settle on the latter and have a list of ten movies that are complete, in my opinion, waste of film stock. but i might throw in one or two films that are crimes against celluloid but i love anyway. thanks yasser for the idea!

and check out this new journal the onion union esp. mark young's essay about community. and eileen tabios's poem about medical technology. read the whole of the journal at lunch today, and love the ethos of its editors/publishers. poetry should/must bust down the barriers of commercial culture. recall that d.a. levy published his works with a copyrot.

and michael farrell has started his reading revival2. i can't wait for the second installment from this intrepid, fascinating poet.

shit, here in sac the trash film orgy opens this sat. with the absolutely nuts, utterly breathtaking surrealist romp thru the wastelands of southern california and '80s punk rock repo man. produced by ex-monkee michael nesmith and directed by alex cox with a killer soundtrack by iggy pop, black flag, circle jerks, suicidal tendencies et al. this is one of my all-time, seriously way the fuck up there, movies.

finally, reading the winter '06 issue of house organ i'm flattened by this very short poem by sheila murphy.

migratory birds
extrapolate planned stillness
infract static dance

this poem is a small miracle.