Saturday, May 31, 2014


Down broadway into Astoria to pick up bagels from Brooklyn Bagels. Listening back to Musica Mundi. Serious stutter step strut, like John Travolta in Staying Alive 2.

Take me there, truck side...

These things! Bench air grate topographical sleeping bum remover things.

Here it is, the whole dramatic arc.


Wednesday, May 28, 2014


Back to the graveyard. I use Spotify to discover The Black Keys album Brothers. Fantastic music to live through!  

Flying through the fog

Sitting on the book


Down Steinway into a stretch I call Hookah-ville, a thousand people of all walks of life streaming by. Everybody is behind the veil of anonymity but I can still feel the flavor of the world in micro here.

Then into an AT&T store for a new SIM card. A girl name Ydania helps me. She is Dominican and so we talk about Junot Diaz. At one point I say something that makes Ydania blush and smile and there I am behind the veil.

Friday, May 23, 2014


This morning danced to Cat Empire's second album. Very good though not as good as their first. This band was a recent transmission (recommendation) from my brother Jeremy. Apparently my nephew Kai's favorite band.

I was remembering my Conversation with Chris Cobb as I danced, about how he runs marathons for the end goal of living longer, not for pleasure. he says he does not get a runner's high. Very Buddhist. This made me think the way Eddie Berrigan is a copy editor for the end goal of the paycheck, no need for pleasure in the job. 

All of this makes me wonder about my own constant desire for pleasure. I think: I'm a slave to pleasure. Slave of pleasure.

It could be a title. Slave of Pleasure.

But I mean it is just SO pleasurable.


Today only had a half hour to dance but fully fell into the flow. 

Maybe nothing to say about it. Except I got a good workout, felt some good music and got a good picture. All for keeps.

A perfect pic Matthew's birthday, popping up out of beck cake, like a devil's haircut

Monday, May 19, 2014



Want to wait so long

I would by Italian movies we want to feel so possible.

I translated by technology into POETRY scared

To switch back to prose

Stop for a sun salutation. Of the open position radiating out from the center son. Rusty neon.

Then sending all the way down my eyelids deep purple lavender.

Dealing on the way hope you must of been like to come off all on the flight was fine for him and his wife.

Then thinking on my way back up what it must have been like for the first reaches up from all four, defying gravity, first flight.

You are free. The hands are free.

Full throated song

Sun salute 

Thank God it's Monday!

Sunday, May 18, 2014


Terrasonic 5/17 sent me around the track at Doughboy Park, past the Hindi in the magnificent purple and yellow sari smiling beautifically, past the 9 year old Korean girl cruising on her skateboard, lifting off on wings of music but keeping to the circle through centrifugal force. Then home hefting the cotton tails high as if there was a new kind of Olympics in the hood. 

Instant instillation w/ street trash.


Written down in the book of stone. Greening western queens. high rise through rear window in the backboff of my head. Kith and kin with Marlene Dietrich and Frank Ohara on a double date. It's a set up.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014


"Anything goes!
More than anything goes!
Everything goes!
Everything must go!"
Barry riffs 

5/9/14, 99 and Barry show, KGNU.

At one point I am dancing wildly and an arm shoots up to the music. Out of the corner of My eye, behind a mausoleum, I see an arm go up. It is startling. After a moment I realize it is a groundskeeper, waving. He thought I was waving to him.

Monday, May 12, 2014


Through the country club golf course and finally, blissfully, Lost in the woods in Balmville. 

Friday, May 9, 2014

Sofia joke

Knock Knock. Who's there? Shoe. Shoe who? Shoe on your head


Wet spring leaves against the gravestones.  Solemn mist. Ecstatic heart. So very very exquisitely good this life, this body, this music, this dance. And so short this long moment.

Deeply grateful. And grateful just to feel grateful. 

The super why.


This Morning danced to Morris Day and the Time's ice cream castles and the best of the James gang (side 2 a masterpiece) phenomenal dance with Sofia while AnaLucia napped. Both albums I bought yesterday at Stray on Skillman for four dollars. Best of times.

Move that landed on ironing board

Vegan BLT w/ Geograff everything spice for fuel.

Thursday, May 8, 2014


I can no longer remember this dance. But I know it happened. Short term memory failure. Cannabinoid receptors hi-jacked.