The Book of Repulsive Women (a collection of "rhythms and drawings" - complete online), by Djuna Barnes, a badass if there ever was one (and I agree with her judgement that T.S. Eliot was a better critic than poet, not that it matters.):
Corpse A
THEY brought her in, a shattered small
Cocoon,
With a little bruised body like
A startled moon;
And all the subtle symphonies of her
A twilight rune.
Corpse B
THEY gave her hurried shoves this way
And that.
Her body shock-abbreviated
As a city cat.
She lay out listlessly like some small mug
Of beer gone flat.
Been listening to Lowell Davidson Trio (Milford Graves on drums, oh wow unusual playing from him, too) and Morgan Guberman lately. Torpor, by the latter (on solo contrabass/voice) did something weird to me the other night (in between awake/asleep, yknow). We stayedwith/playedwith Morgan in Oakland in March and I found his approach to music to be right up my alley. He's a helluva nice man, as well, and his landscaping skills get big ups too.
In addition to reading, listening, playing music, and dancing, I've taken up screen printing (hobbyism, lateys & gendarmes). Made some raw-ass posters for upcoming free music in Portland. They are orange. They involve some improvisational typography, as well - ever make new fonts by cutting up vinyl letters? It's fun & easy.
