this is a book of poems by derek walcott that amalle lent to me a year or so ago. it should be read on a commuter train (metro-north, septa, nj transit), the hypnotic flow of words making you dizzy with concentration, your surroundings gleaming sharp & clear when you have to fold over a page, stuff it in your bag, exit the train. (note: recent consumption of coffee and/or cloves will intensify this effect. be careful--you don't want to give yourself a headache.) the poems are careful, measured, but stunning. i almost saw walcott read last december but was thwarted at the last minute cos i was laid up in excruciating pain after some pins were removed from my foot & knee. if he's coming to read near you, don't miss out like i did.
rugburn spectacular #4
this is the newest issue of amalle's zine. it was xeroxed in the middle of a snowstorm.
the covers are hand-stenciled by way of blo-pens, a child's toy that amalle & i discovered while visiting my 7-year-old cousin. the zine is subtitled "the girls", and it's the anti-Women (which is a book by annie leibovitz and susan sontag, in case you didn't know). the girls in question are goofy angel from a train, MP (the hero), one fatty (me, duh), a fast-talking texas redhead, socratic ello, and two glamorpusses.
get it for a buck or trade--email amalle for her address.
well, i have a sinus infection & bronchitis, and as a result, i get this awful wheezey thing when i breathe in. when i rub this stuff all over my chest and neck, i can breathe more easily. also it clears my sinuses and i like the smell. instructions: apply 2 or 3 times daily and wear a old buttondown shirt unbuttoned so the vapors can get to your nose.
for some reason it's one of the only things i'll eat these days. my mother's convinced it's keeping me alive. mix it with some lemon juice and dip toasted pita into it, but it has to be the good stuff. if you live outside new york city and you can only get that shitty supermarket stuff, make your own. all you need are chickpeas, tahini, garlic, and olive oil.
my new haircut
i gave myself a haircut yesterday while sitting on the sink in my parents' bathroom--it has mirrors which i can set up so i can see the back of my head. it's really short now. i look startling and dramatic and angular. also my gender is somewhat unintelligible, which i like. my hair was getting too long and girlish and curly. i think this was a good move.