I write some bummer poems, sure. But I usually write them in a serene mood. So I’m pretty excited to present to you some poems I wrote while in a horrible place!Thanks for featuring them, Strange Machine–and in the good company of A. Minetta Gould. I should also report that I’m in a great place now: my couch while eating a cliff bar and drinking a 24 oz Labatt Ice. And this is after attending an eye-opening reading by Judith Goldman. It doesn’t get any better than this. Cheryl just called from the bedroom to flip the record.
The Container Store’s goal is to be the best art commodity on the market.
Chad and I (i.e. the board of directors) have been working on The Container Store by Joe Hall and Chad Hardy Vol 1 for a few years now. Over this time what started as a sketch of the floor plans of a strip club in Indiana has turned into a thing to be published by SpringGun Press this Spring. It will be chapbooky.
Drunken Boat #14 recently featured some pieces of TCSbJHyCH in their Bernadette Meyer folio alongside work by people I would like to be, Lee Ann Brown, CA Conrad, and Sandra Doller.
Like a terrible disease or a great economy, The Container Store continues to metastasize in an exponential fashion. James Belflower just joined the board of directors to work on The Container Store by James Belflower, Joe Hall, Chad Hardy Vol 2.
We assure our investors of significant returns.
I had some beers with my friend Tom and then we ambled around the very dilapidated property. I wrote words about that and then put those words in lines and sent them to Kyle (scroll down, the second poem). Kyle is sending those words in lines to some sort of wheel-barrow consortium. Thanks Kyle. Lets hope it turns out well.