I always thought reality
was something you became
when you grew up.
In the square stands Fata Morgana
looking tired, shouting
Morning paper — morning paper
(translated from the Danish by Susanna Nied)
Category: photography
My California vacation (photograph).
Cup of Coffee and Cigarette. John Guttman. 1950.
(except I don’t smoke cigarettes & we have a lot of windows)
Tomorrow night is San Diego (photograph).
Let me not forget…(images).
on the subject of grading and packing and goodbying to everyone and gathering presents and cleaning the house and reviewing the whole year:
(via this isn’t happiness)
also, another truth, brought to you by britt appleton:
and I’m going to see my family so soon!!!!!!
Saturday (mine).
One of the things I miss about the east (Thanksgiving photo).
Poppa Dids aka P-Ditty Poppa aka JK aka my Daddio
(thanks to Sarah Schoenberg Katz, my sissy number 1, also known as SWISS MISS, for this photo)
Patti Smith & James Schuyler & Leonard Cohen & & & & &
I need you, I don’t need you
Pelican poem (mine).
Deep
A gathering
of pelicans:
now that’s a lot
of throat.
Damn it feels good to have a sideyard.
The sideyard was better than ever before
The sideyard, according to a new neighbor-friend named Neil “felt like the 60s again.”
The sideyard had around 70 people attend which is record-breaking for the sideyard
The sideyard had a tiki torch
The sideyard had such good loud music that the police came
The sideyard thanks “Tendrils,” the new house band, who will perform acoustically from here on out so that we don’t get evicted
According to a girl I met, the sideyard was “the most fun event I’ve ever been to.” EVER!
Neighbor and friend Jed said about the sideyard, “Don’t ever let me miss this again.”
The sideyard offered free wine and decaffeinated coffee
The morning after the sideyard I had both a real hangover as well as a happiness hangover
Thank you to everyone who came to the sideyard
Thank you to everyone who let themselves enjoy something so analog
Thank you to everyone for coming out to hear poetry; we poets need you, we poets are you, we are all poets
(photos by misha marston johnson)
I sideyard, you sideyard, we all go to the SIDEYARD
featuring the debut of the house band!
featuring flowers by ellie!
featuring “friends of the sideyard,” a group of loosely or not-at-all affiliated people who always come over to the sideyard!
featuring beer and wine if you bring it!
featuring foods also if you bring them!
featuring handmade arts for sale!
featuring poems spoken out loud!
be there or be square or be one of those people I love who lives very far away and can’t be there!
panache, perhaps 