all right, guess i'll do it. looks like everyone else is. so gonna switch over to new blogger in a week or so. gonna have to do it sooner or even sooner than that, anyway.

first batch of super8 went out today. 2nd batch tomorrow. i'll be sending them out during the next few weeks. so don't be surprised if you receive an email from me before asking for yr snail mail address. i do think poetry is a gift economy, so i'm sending my book out to anybody who wants a copy, who wants to trade, and to poet-friends, and so on.

and don't be surprised if you've never heard from me before asking for yr snail mail address, too. poets are brothers and sisters, even if the family ain't always happy.

my email address is len200AThotmailDOTcom. don't be shy, hit me up, sucka!

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watched a quirky little aussie film look both ways over the weekend. the pincipals all ruminate over death, and not as death as a faraway abstraction, but death sudden and prolonged, and permanent. advertised as a comedy on the video sleeve the movie is rather idiosyncratic in that the characters must learn to deal with their and their loved ones eminent demise. the main character played justine clarke, who is brand new to me, is a revelation. she has this face, her face, not exactly beautiful, but so full of the stuff of living that the camera simply loved her. it is thru her that we feel the weight of that ancient phrase: carpefuckingdiem.

one thing i couldn't figure out is what city the film took place in. portions of it looked a lot like sacramento, weather and all. except the city in the movie lacked trees. sac has an abundance of them. it is said that sac has as many or more trees as paris. i shit you not.