Kate Greenstreet's Giant Film

the giant from Kate Greenstreet on Vimeo.

Ron put this up. I thought it was such a beautiful piece that I wanted it here too, so I could access it when I need to for the next couple days. I have a feeling I will watch this at least four times. I like Kate's voice. I also like the narrative poem. It reminds me of railroad tracks that I would walk without knowing if a train would come or not, but walking just the same.

Funny Terrorist Names

Loren sent me an e-mail with the subject line reading, "Terrorist Names." At first, I thought I my name was going to be mistakenly on some watch list. That's how suspicious I am of bureaucracy. Thankfully, it was just a joke bit from SNL. Here it is in full.

Salinger's Death and Unpublished Manuscripts

J. D. Salinger has died. Publishers and Salinger fans are cavorting to see what will happen with his unpublished manuscripts.

Getting Ready to Boogaloo!

Our time in Boulder is almost over. That's why we're trying to get some pictures taken and more living done quickly. Yesterday, we went out to a basketball game at CU with Sean, Mike, and Kelsey. Sohee kept asking questions about the game. It was her first basketball game. It was also her first sporting event in America. For every question she asked, I would simply refer her to Sean.

"Why did that guy blow a whistle?" Sohee asked. "What's happening?"

"One of those boys kissed the other boy too many times," I said.


"Sean will explain it."

"Sean, what happened?"

"The guy fouled out out of the game. You are only allowed five fouls and he reached the limit," Sean explained.

"Oh, that's a very easy-to-understand explanation," she said with a slight scowl in my direction.

"I thought they were kissing," I said with a smirk.

Lately, I've been prepping my body and computer equipment for the trip to Korea. I've got Pro Tools loaded on the computer, so the new album should be super-fantastic (you must say this phrase in your mind like you were born in Brussels - "Super-fantastic!"). I also have all the guitars cleaned and ready to go. The only other business before starting on the next record is to update the Sangha Films website and get a meet and greet party going in NYC. Thomas and I have been talking about jello wrestling. I think that'll be the bomb, but we'll probably just do an auction of some paintings and then make a funny video with me in it. That could be as good as jello wrestling.


Reza is at it again at THE ARAB PARROT. I really dug these vid calls to random strangers. Here's a picture from a couple that he's done, but to get the real experience you'd have to visit the PARROT. The site is now officially three years old.

Jim Behrle Writes a Note about Poetry Domination

Jim Behrle explains how to become the greatest living poet in America. Of course, I don't know why anyone would want to do that. I do like opinions though. I also like handwritten notes. The image above is from his website.

George Quasha's "Poetry Is"

poetry is [vol. I] from George Quasha on Vimeo.

Ron Silliman posted this video by George Quasha. It's a bit long for me. I can only take about thirty minutes of something like this at a time. If I were editing this piece, I would have cut a bunch of people out of this for the sake of fluidity, such as Mikhail Hororowitz's cheesy lines and Anselm Hollo's rambling, but that's the style, I suppose. The video could also do with a few different backdrops. It looks like Quasha filmed every person with that white brick backdrop. It might have been a good idea to pull out of the extreme close-up once in a while as well. Maybe, show some of these authors walking or doing something besides staring at a camera two inches from their face. In any case, I still enjoy hearing some of these takes on what poetry is because you get a clear sense for where each poet is creating pieces for themselves. I definitely get a clear alarm on whose poems I would like to read based on their approach to a definition. Some worthy people of note for myself thus far are: Elizabeth Clark, Jerome Rothenberg, Alan Davies, and Chris Tysh. I found their takes to be interesting. Of course, so far - and I'm only a quarter of my way through this Titanic - Elizabeth Clark's definition of poetry (7:12) resonates with me most of all.

"I think that poetry is an attempt to tell the truth...and that a lot of times that because language obscures the way that you think and what you feel...in poetry you're trying to correct that...correct that distance..."

-Elizabeth Clark

Careerism in Poetry or Anything for that Matter

John Gallaher wrote about careerism in response to an interview with Ed Sanders. I tried to make a post in response, but for some reason Blogger won't let you do long posts, so I've put my whole post below.

Success in anything is working hard. Ed was someone who put himself out there for the sake of an idea. He has followed his heart and it has lead to success. That drive is what makes an artist. If you follow ideas through, then people take notice and want to hear what you have to say. They will even offer money and grants, so such an artist can continue working.

Some people make a choice to do an art over living a particular life of stability. That would take moving to a rural community where the standard of living is low, getting lots of grants, and publishing and doing small talks for money here and there when possible. I wouldn't call that loaded. I would actually call that recognition of wealth in terms other than money.

As far as careerism in poetry, I would say attaining a professor position or going to grad school would be one of many paths to getting recognition and advancing one's career. It actually is a smart path forward, considering that the majority of poetry funding and readership comes from the academic community. Since the academic community holds the keys to money, it is natural for poets to seek positions in such communities to continue refining their craft and obtaining opportunities for publication.

At the same time, it isn't really necessary. Poets could be anything they want and write without the academic community or publication. That is why I think the interest in recognition is what is actually behind a "careerist" mentality. "Look at me! Notice me!! I write poetry!!!"

There is nothing wrong with wanting to be noticed for your work. I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting to work in an academic community either. If you are using that as a method to pay your bills, then why not. It could be denoted as "careerist," but who really cares? The choices you make in life are yours and if it's right for you, then why not.

Personally, I think it's possible to do any job and be a poet. I do see how certain circles will offer approval to an individual and allow them to be considered of a certain stature. In earlier days, the way to insure such a "a passing of the torch" would be to send your first book to all the writers whom you respected. Then they would know about you and a dialogue of exchange could begin. Now, with the Internet, we don't need to send first books, but that might be one way to go. It is old fashioned, but rather chivalrous, I think.

As far as breaking into the poetry world, I would say you would be much better off living in a major American city, where readings were happening on a regular basis. Then you would need to go to those readings and shovel out your work for some years. Then you would build a community, and that circle would help you get out in the world. It's the same thing in Hollywood. You hang out. You start acting in various venues. You do that for five years. You form your crew. They get you an agent. Then you do a couple Dominos commercials. Then you work some shit writing gig. Then you keep auditioning and waiting for a more profitable opportunity. Some never make it past the commercial level. Some will get past pilot season and have a show. And some will just get bored with it and move onto other avenues. I don't see poetry or other art forms as any different.

You do the hard work of writing. You polish. You read in the right circles. You do your shit. Then eventually you'll get put onto some press. You'll do that for a couple years. You might do some ghostwriting. You might take a couple gigs as a resident writer somewhere to help pay the heating bill. You rock that for a while, until you decide to do some bigger books. Who knows? Maybe a book on Charles Manson or a nonfiction book that's unrelated to poetry. You get more notoriety. You get a few more grants. You get old. You die.

The getting noticed and all that is not too much in a person's control for authentic popularity. You do your thing. The rest will mend itself. However, I do think that reading and meeting other writers who are established is more a part of the initial game of writing today. You are really only as big as your community. You can build one by yourself, and wait for other communities to join you, but at some point, you'll have to be living in a location that allows you the freedom to do a lot of reading and mingling. If you're living outside a major city, I would say it's possible, but you're going to have to arrange some crazy reading series, start some Internet mag, or do something - a blog is a great way to go - so you can start a dialogue with other writers on the Internet.

I just don't know if you're going to have super stardom as a poet. It's not really the point of poetry. Believe it or not, it's not really the point of acting or other art forms either. That is, if you are genuinely interested in pursuing your art form as a craft. Of course, no one said you can't just rock something to be famous. That's like the big thing with people these days. I heard people want that more than money. That's fascinating to me. Anyway, yes, I would say careerism is alive and well in any art form. In some cases, it's a good idea, depending on your aspirations - but you're not really going to be able to control the outcome.


It is 6:30 a.m. Both Sohee and I woke up to her Korean Internet phone making bird calls.

"Is that a ghost?" I asked.

"It's my phone," she said. "I must have a message or something."

Sohee got up to deal with the chirping ghoul. I walked over to a plate of grapefruit. I was hungry.

"Yup," Sohee nodded, as she fiddled with the buttons on the cellular. "It's out of batteries."

"You want to go to Cheesecake Factory?" I asked her.

"It's 6:30 in the morning."

"I'm hungry."

"I'm hungry too."

Sohee put down the phone. She walked to the fridge, opened it, and then got out her soy milk.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I am heating up the soy milk."

"For two minutes?"

"It takes a long time to heat up."

I watched the dial counter go down on the microwave. I thought about stopping the microwave, so I could put a plate of leftovers in the microwave for myself, but I felt like that would be breaking some type of microwave etiquette I created in my mind, so I just waited patiently with my plate. I had put a sweet potato on there. I didn't think it needed any heating up. I put an end to my mouth and did a little taste test. It was good. It had been boiled already. I pressed the skin with my tongue, pushing the soft mash onto my tongue.

"Sweet potatoes are good," I told Sohee.

"Can you give that to me?" Sohee asked and half-pointed in my general vicinity.

"The potato?"

"No, the spoon."

"Oh, okay," I said and handed her a teaspoon on the counter. I thought about putting my plate in the microwave when the soy milk was done heating. Then I changed my mind. I figured I would just eat everything cold. I walked to my computer. I put on a little 30 Rock. I ate my grapefruit. I didn't hear the bell for the microwave ding. I just kept peeling slices of the grapefruit. I would bite a little piece off the end and stare at it. I wondered if grapefruit was always this pink.

Working Towards Emancipation

Sohee and I are about to go workout. We are doing this everyday for a while. Sometimes it's just me alone. I head to the YMCA. I watch the Food Network while I run. If I'm lucky, it's a cake off or something. Yesterday was a cake off. I'm not sure what today will be. So far, I've cleaned the house for our realtors. They are trying to rent out our place from March 1st, since we're leaving for Korea.

I'm a bit nervous about going to Korea. I don't want to work necessarily, but I figure it's something to do for the next five months while I wait for decisions from PhD programs in the United States. Most people say it's a good idea. It might be. It definitely makes sense monetarily. Who knows? I might just find something new in Korea.

I am excited about seeing Loren, JIm, and Kayvon. That'll be fun. I have never been to Thailand or Hong Kong. That will be fun. I am also supposed to go to Bali with Sohee. That's been one of my dreams since I listened to Porno for Pyros "Good God's Urge." I really like that album's feel. I also like that my favorite painter lived there. I hope they have a Paul Gauguin museum. I will be there a lot. I'll take pictures too.

As far as the movie front, editing is being done. I'm just waiting patiently. I'll start working on a couple more films in the future. Maybe. I'm still recovering from the first one. We'll see what the next project is in Korea. As of now, the idea is to do a record with the Swingers. I've got Pro Tools, and MBox, and an Rode NT1-A condenser microphone. Hopefully, this is the best album yet. There is even talk of touring with the record. I'd be down for that. A short tour. 12 cities.

Now I'm just letting things set for a moment. I'm packing and shit. All that wonderful moving paraphernalia. Speaking of which, I'm late in getting this storage place. I better hit it.


James Teach Me

My brother sent me this. I'll practice the "old" James Brown. I might just film myself in the next month once I've perfected it.

Violent Kim Chi

Sohee and I went to the Korean market in Denver today. She was very happy. We got lots of kim chi. She also told me she is my biggest blog fan. I told her that was good.

Later, we came back to the house, ate some KFC, and watched Quentin Tarintino's "Inglorious Basterds." That was a good movie. I liked all the violence, so did Sohee. Typically, it makes her squeamish, but she did laugh when the one guy was getting scalped by an American who smiled while doing so.

Now we're going to bed. I wanted to watch "Pulp Ficiton," but Sohee said she's had enough violence for one night.

Pat Robertson Is a Moron!

Pat Robertson believes earthquake in Haiti is because of a pact Haitians have with the devil!

Visit msnbc.com for breaking news, world news, and news about the economy

Response from the Haitian Ambassador to the United States.

Red Cross Donations for Earthquake Victims

Red Cross Donations can be made to help Haitian earthquake victims.

Geoffrey Hauschild Photos

Geoffrey Hauschild sent some more photos of the shoot. He is such a talented photographer. I'll just let his photos speak for themselves.

Petting Stars

Stacy and I walked down the Walk of Fame. She wanted to show me John Lennon's star.

I didn't even know he had a star. I don't think he would care so much about that. Who knows? Maybe, he did.

Either way it was good to walk with Stacy. I liked that she pet the stars and told me about her artistic adventures in the city that never sleeps.

Los Angeles - Winter 2010, Part One

I had to make a trip to L.A. to do my civic duty. That's right. I am on jury duty. I am actually making this post as I wait. Apparently, if I make it to 4:30 p.m. in this room without being called for the case, I will have fulfilled my obligations this year.

Yesterday, Panauh and Dez - fresh off working on the new Bone Thugs & Harmony record - were hard at work on the first single off the new Slipshod record. Panauh is producing and engineering this whole thing. I told him to just boss me around, so that's what he did.

It's good to have a boss.

I went to Guitar Center on Sunset. I got the Samurai fixed up for the new record (pictures soon). John was nice enough to clean her up and put a new pick-up under the bridge. Then I looked at my dream guitar (see above).

I love visiting Paiman at Bravo. We get to fly remote control helicopters and pretend to have won his Emmy.

Yes, I am the guy with no hair now. I shaved it all off after the mohawk.

"You'll have to grow hair again, so people won't think you're a gangster," Sohee told me.

"But I am a gangster. I am the gangster of love."

"That true," Sohee giggled. "You are also a little scary looking."

"Love can be scary."

"You are such a nerd."

"Yes, I am the gangster of that too."

I like Panauh and Paiman's facial expressions. Someone at the office said we looked nothing alike, but I can see all my ancestors in each of them.

Panauh's new Facebook photo (wink, wink).

The way Panauh looks for ten hours a day.

I have been running around West Hollywood in the mornings. It's much nicer than I remember. I think I'd like to move to this area in August, if I get into USC. That would be nice.

I could visit Kermit.

I could have Kim Chi.

I would live somewhere around Lexington and Vista.

I would run and play tennis in Fuller park.

I would buy things at the Farmer's Market every morning.

I would buy Sohee Jimmy Choo pumps and Marc Jacobs bags on Melrose. I can see it pretty clearly.

Earlier today, Sohee told me that she visited some website that tells your future based on your birthdate and blood type.

"They said I am going to have a horrible year," she told me on the phone.

"Bullshit!" I said. "How do you know? Those things are completely random. Besides, even if the outcome is that you don't get a job or whatever horrible thing your could imagine, it won't be bad - even if I die or something -"

"Oh, no! If you die, that would be bad."

"Not necessarily. It might be exactly what needs to happen. The world is already the way it is. You can't change it because you don't want something to happen. Even the worst in your mind, will just be a story that you haven't faced. After you face it, you might not see any possibility as bad, and then the future will cease to matter. Then, who knows? You just might start living."

"That's true."

"Yeah, I don't believe those fucking things. It's just numbers put into an equation to try and generate hits and sales. I would stay away."

"I am not going back."

"Did you put in my name and blood type? You could do that?"

"You're right. I'm not going back."

"You could. You could put my name and see that it gives you the exact opposite message, or even worse. When we were at the television studio, we would constantly play those stats things on relationships. We would put different people together - a boss and another person, two guys who were way straight, married couples - it was all random. Sometimes I would put my middle name and get a totally different answer."

"I remember. We did those."

"We did?"

"What did we get?"


"See? It's bullshit! We should have gotten 50%, because 50% is not knowing. Not knowing is the truth."

"Yes, who knows?"


"Okay. I'm back at the court. I have to go do my jury duty. I'll call you later."

"Okay. Have fun."

"What? Fun?"

"Being a jury person."


Geoffrey Hauschild's Photos from Last Day of Filming THE HUMAN WAR

Gaoffery Hauschild was kind enough to take and send some pics from the last day of shooting. Here are some of his gorgeous photographs.

Update: The film is currently being synced for editing. It looks like March will be the official month for shooting B-Roll.