This Monkey's GONE

2003-07-15T21:02:00.000-04:00

Goodbye. See you at the new Blogger Free Monkey!

2003-07-15T19:01:00.000-04:00

I wonder if I'm Aimee's perfect match. Hmm...Jim Nezhukumatathil.

If hassling President* Bush is your thing

2003-07-15T18:10:00.000-04:00

It is crucial that you tell others to keep the ball rolling.

2003-07-15T17:55:00.000-04:00

Remember when $1 billion wasn't a good enough reason for ABBA to tour?

2003-07-15T17:37:00.000-04:00

I'm thinking of killing can we have our ball back?. In the conservatory. With the rope. And this isn't so I'll get a bunch of e-mails saying, "No, no, Joy Division, don't break up!" They should have broken up. All good things must destroy themselves. Eventually. All cookies get hard.

Jim Goes 9 for 9

2003-07-15T17:24:00.000-04:00

QUESTION 1
If you were SUDDENLY the opposite sex, what name would you choose? How are your poems changed?

I would chose a name that would make me even hotter, like "Champ" or "Hero." It's hard to have one of those names and not think of yourself as a babe. Or a geographical place. Perhaps Prague Behrle.

My poems would be the same, but written in much sloppier handwriting.

QUESTION 2
Play the following scene out:
(A blue car pulls up beside you, they crack the tinted window)
Voice From Car: POET! WHAT SHOULD WE DO ABOUT THE WAR!?

My reply: "Well, you could start by getting out of that slick blue car, Slappy."

QUESTION 3
Explain how you see the internet's impact on poetry.

What? Sorry? I was just downloading pornography.

QUESTION 4
There's a new poetry library in Philadelphia and you are in charge of choosing the sculpture for the entrance. What is it?

Well, that Rocky statue. I was bummed to hear that that wasn't whereever it was supposed to be in the movie. I felt very cheated. If that movie happened in Boston, you could beat your ass it would be whereever it was in the fucking movie, depend on that (see also: Cheers). But in the library you could put a book in his hand. Reading = triumph. Or a statue of Allen Iverson reading. To inspire kids. Because they *know* that's the way to get ahead in life, right?

QUESTION 5:
Give us a solid 90 seconds of automatic writing on the topic of canned peas.

Our urine smells like cans. Breathless cans of green. P's never fed my baby. They definitely landed into the open mouth of alligators not indeginous to these areas. Trailer parks, they love them. Breakfasts filled with tight fists. And the way rubber smells makes it OK, we're flexible again. They are the big letters they want. Big round Rs and Hs, floating through the cosmos to the kid. You know?

QUESTION 6:
You knock on my door just as we're ready to begin a seance to contact dead poets. Who do you want to contact? What do you ask?

Poets none of us have ever heard of. The poor, forgotten ones. With names like "Brad Hunt" or "Denise Roberts." And ask them to whisper me a good one. Or where their hidden treasures lie, which book on the bookshelf to pull out to discover their dusty, neglected collected works.

I would also contact dead poets with hot ancestors. Who could hook me up. With those ancestors. In a pinch.

QUESTION 7:
How do you see literary criticism affecting the direction of poetry?

Like an anvil or an albatross. As the bitter sportswriters to the beseiged ballplayers. Like kill to buzz.

QUESTION 8:
Since the American war against Iraq began some poets have been saying that this is not a time for writing poems, and that our energy should only be focused on fighting against the war. How do you feel about this?

Which poets have said this? It's a bunch of bullshit, naturally. I remember me and my brother watching "The 3 Stooges" the day my grandmother died. And my mother came in and gave us hell. And Andy said something like, "What are we supposed to do, weep all day?" Anyone telling anyone that it's inappropriate to do anything is pretty weak anyway. They must be seriously shitty poets.

QUESTION 9:
APTV is the new All Poetry Television Network. You've been asked to create a poetry game show. What is it?

Like the old "20,000 dollar pyramid" With Dick Clark. A parter would say "Penguin" and you would say "Dust." And that would be worth a point. Then at the end you would sit beneath the pyramid, and you would have to guess "what a sonnet might say" and such.

Jim's Therapy Couch Quote of the Day

2003-07-15T16:53:00.000-04:00

"It's nice to know that the sprinklers go off in Harvard Yard at 1 AM. And to remember that."

2003-07-15T16:35:00.000-04:00

When you think about it, there is no free cleavage.

2003-07-15T16:30:00.000-04:00

Blogger moved my margin in. I feel cornered. Don't fence me in, you fuckers. I'll scratch you like a cornered rat.

2003-07-15T16:25:00.000-04:00

At some point I hope to have a tall totem pole list full of my old dead blogs. Like abandoned craps I took in the woods. Follow them! And find me!

2003-07-15T16:09:00.000-04:00

I've been thinking a lot about Eileen's cleavage now. And that ain't right. That cleavage is taken.

2003-07-15T16:05:00.000-04:00

You'd think the Bush Administration could have planted some nuclear weapons on Iraq by now.

2003-07-15T16:04:00.000-04:00

But that's just the persona talking.

2003-07-15T16:03:00.000-04:00

I've received e-mails from all of the deposed princes of Zulu by now, who have carefully considered me to help them with a giant bank transaction. Me!

Lemonheads' Lyrics of the Day

2003-07-15T15:51:00.000-04:00

"Is nothing okay with you?
Is nothing okay with me?
Is anything happening to have to go to sea?"

from "Great Big No"

Possible Karaoke Playlist

2003-07-15T15:50:00.000-04:00

"Dirty Water" by The Standells
"More than a Feeling" by Boston
"Rock n Roll Fantasy" by Bad Company

from the files of Lizzie T.

2003-07-15T15:36:00.000-04:00

Octodog. Ow, I'm getting sympathy pangs.

2003-07-15T15:22:00.000-04:00

I got my father sunflowers for his birthday. And a steak sub.

2003-07-15T15:00:00.000-04:00

CLEAVAGE POETICS.

2003-07-15T02:08:00.000-04:00

audblog audio post

"The Wandering Poem" by Nick Piombino.

2003-07-14T23:54:00.000-04:00

Surf Poetry? Tieger's getting all X-Games on us. This is Boston not Long Beach.

2003-07-14T23:45:00.000-04:00

Soon I will be "Jim from Medford." Representing the 781.

2003-07-14T23:42:00.000-04:00

I have plenty of info on Arsenal now, thanks. Brandon Downing says I should cheer for Chelsea. I don't want to go to Chelsea.

2003-07-14T23:41:00.000-04:00

World's Biggest Condom. I have no need of this. On many levels.

2003-07-14T23:30:00.000-04:00

Ted said I was "a real good caller."

2003-07-14T23:12:00.000-04:00

On hold, waiting to talk to Ted Nation. Prepared to bitch about Zito getting jobbed off the All-Star Team.

2003-07-14T22:27:00.000-04:00

That Aimee N. knows who Tony Dungy is. Dreamy sigh.

Things that are as thrilling as a home run derby broadcast on the radio

2003-07-14T22:23:00.000-04:00

* Wet Fraggles.
* Fret Waggles.
* Jessie Tuggle.

LANGUAGE Poetry Projected Wiffleball Line-up

2003-07-14T22:16:00.000-04:00

1. Leslie "Leave 'Em Sorry" Scalapino 2b
2. "What about" Bob Perelman 3b
3. Barrett "Detroit Dinger" Watten 1b
4. Ron "The American Tree" Silliman CF
5. Charles "Buffalo Wings" Bernstein LF
6. "Wild" Lyn Hejinian ss
7. "Thinly Veiled" Rae Armantrout RF
8. Clark "Coolio" Coolidge C
9. Bruce "The Boss!" Andrews P

Boston Wiffle Sox Starting Line-Up Reconsidered

2003-07-14T22:00:00.000-04:00

1. Mark "Big Red" Lamoureux CF
2. "Gloucester" James Cook 3b
3. "Big Daddy" Mike County ss
4. "Navy" Jim Dunn 1b
5. "Pokerfaced" Dan Bouchard LF
6. Michael "Dude, Where's My" Carr C
7. Aaron "the Divine Hammer" Tieger RF
8. "Saint" Christopher Rizzo 2b
9. Jim Behrle "The Jim Reaper" P

2003-07-14T21:50:00.000-04:00

Record highs today at The MONKEY. While Ron's away, kids rule!

Note to self

2003-07-14T21:49:00.000-04:00

Learn to pitch left-handed by next Sunday. Also, if possible, get laid by then.

2003-07-14T21:46:00.000-04:00

Soreness in my pitching arm. Will I miss my next start?

Note to self

2003-07-14T21:45:00.000-04:00

Get Tim Yu to give his stylist's number to Nick Piombino.

Which current crush list member is Jim's perfect match?

2003-07-14T21:33:00.000-04:00

Take the quiz. Because you can.

2003-07-14T20:55:00.000-04:00

Er du en sexet dansk digter?

2003-07-14T20:13:00.000-04:00

You know, the guy who makes my pizza has problems, too.

Silliman/Burger 21 Grand Reading Report

2003-07-14T20:12:00.000-04:00

Astral projection is an inexact science. In forgetting to carry the 1, I missed Mary Burger's reading (which sounds fantastic elsewhere. I blame myself. I originally ended up in a Ground Round in Topeka before I did some reconfiguring and checked out mapquest). Ron's reading was worth the 5-6 months traveling in the shadow realm will cost me. Those come off of the shit-end of my life anyway. And to get to see Stephanie's new hair-doo and Eileen's silk blouse (it didn't look silk or like a blouse) was worth the trip. I could not say hello to anyone for fear that I would draw them into the shadows I inhabited unguarded. I liked when Ron started reading some of his new sonnets, which were obviously inspired by me and mine. It felt good to give the old boy such a solid kick in the right direction! Finally, I thought to myself, I've gotten through to him. Especially liked the lines: "Green, green / a broccoli city / we all can boogie / forever in / catch a cab / to Red Lobster / Booyeah, Daddy." Or these from his new poem "Esophagous Handjob:" "Used yogurt / to clean the sink / you delicious / Easter Bunnies!" Don't believe the hype, he's a loveable guy. There was a lot more but I was distracted by the aforementioned hair and blouse (blouse?). I also thought that Tim Yu should move to the hot corner, and maybe bat clean-up. In a blink I was back on the blue couch here, buzzing with excitement for our art, and the after effects of astral travel: a ridiculous hard-on and painful star pattern of hemorroids. Not a good combo. God Bless You, Ron Silliman. Let all cities embrace you until you pat them on the back and they reluctantly and awkwardly cease.

2003-07-14T19:56:00.000-04:00

And they will refer to me as a gorgeous (*gorgeous*) blogger.

2003-07-14T18:57:00.000-04:00

I'd move to Alaska but:

1) No baseball.
2) No chicks.
3) Cold.
4) Frightened of glaciers and polar bears.
5) Igloo-living ain't for me.
6) No subway.

2003-07-14T18:52:00.001-04:00

Put a little Mountain Dew in him, and he can go *all night long*

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Hi, Alaska!

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I'll be a lot more fun tomorrow.

What's Up with Jim?

2003-07-14T17:16:00.000-04:00

What's Up With Jim

He's a narcissitic shoe gazer who hates what he loves what he sees.
He's shelving that was never put up.
He's a lost dime in a pocket of pissed off pennies
He's a deranged blow hole on a beached whale
He's a kettle whistling at the pot because it's ass is covered in flame.
He's a crossing guard who forgot his badge
He's a rising balloon bleeding air
He's a bull pen coach on the phone.
He's a foul pole.
He's a spotlight caught in a deer
He's Frank's black cherry wishniak soda
He's a blanket of thoughts.
He's a blistering fast ball
He's the chocolate milk of human kindness
He's a shark with bad teeth
He's a card carrying member of the null set
He's a cloud that has landed.

--Jimmy Dunn

What's up with Jim?

2003-07-14T17:15:00.000-04:00

"Too much I' the sun (as a result of a plethora of bleacher seats)"--Nick Piombino

2003-07-14T16:23:00.000-04:00

Look for my name in the papers! Probably spelled Berhle.

2003-07-14T15:13:00.000-04:00

I just hit 20 home runs in a row on the Orbitz hit a homer ad. 10 to right and 10 to left. But I'm still pretty wound up.

2003-07-14T14:59:00.000-04:00

And I didn't even meet her.

2003-07-14T00:31:00.000-04:00

Listening to "Headache" by Frank Black, I remember Migraine Boy and miss him, he was one of the damned funniest things I've ever seen.

a constellation resembling one reader's present

2003-07-14T00:19:00.000-04:00

On Bear's Head by Philip Whalen
Miracle Fruit by Aimee Nezhukumatathil
Selected Writings by Cedar Sigo
New X-Men #142 & #143
Boston Sunday Globe Sports and Comics Sections
Miscellaneous Internet Pornography
Espn.com

from Philip Whalen's "Death of Boston"

2003-07-14T00:12:00.000-04:00

America born and dead in one town
Lived momentarily in the woods
Now all is fear and culture (which is Harvard)
Civilization (which is museums)
Observation of the proprieties (properties)

Thoreau said it was possible without money or slavery
They imagine he's safely buried in money and fear,
Vaults of Widener Library guarded by corps of bought professors
Note I do not mention Sac & Van

23:x:60

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Hola, Mexico. Send me a poem.

2003-07-13T22:38:00.000-04:00

All available bloggers should do a 5 cent psychoanalysis of me this week. It could be a feature we could call: "What's Up With Jim?"

2003-07-13T22:17:00.000-04:00

I inadvertantly left Aaron "the Hammer" Tieger off the Boston Wiffle Sox roster.

Audblog a poem if you want to

2003-07-13T21:30:00.000-04:00

1. Dial 661 716 2564.
2. When prompted by Audblog Andy dial in 617 935 9476.
3. When prompted by Andy dial 1 to confirm you got the number correct.
4. When Andy tells you to, dial in 8400#.
5. You will have two minutes.
6. Press # when you are done.
7. Press 1 to post, 2 to review, 3 to start over, etc.

Please post 1 audblog and then e-mail me. Do not audblog if you serving time in my personal penalty box.

2003-07-13T21:07:00.000-04:00

The Junior Senator from the Great State of New York visits to sign books tomorrow. I had to shop at the Gap and the Harvard Coop in anticipation. I hope to spend tomorrow afternoon watching a movie and weeping, just letting it all out. Maybe there's an afternoon showing of ARMEGEDDON, that *always* fucking gets me.

2003-07-13T21:03:00.000-04:00

Mark Lamoureux's weblog. Easy to cut and paste, tough to type in. Dial carefully.

Lemonheads' Lyrics of the Day

2003-07-13T20:51:00.000-04:00

If I was your body, would you still wear clothes?
If I was a booger, would you blow your nose?

from "Being Around"

2003-07-13T20:19:00.000-04:00

I found a new apartment for September!

Jim's Movie Review Corner

2003-07-13T18:46:00.000-04:00

Definitely go see "Mismatched Couples" (1985)
Cast: Donnie Yen, Yuen Wo-ping, Kenny Perez, Wong Wan-si, Dick Wei. Directed by Yuen Woo Ping.

A break-dance/kung fu movie. How could this not be a classic? It's the breezy tale of Eddie, expert break dancer, as he attempts to woo Annie, until he realizes that his cousin, Stella, is really the one for him. Eddie masterminds taking in the expert kung fu master Mini, who attempts to melt the heart of his old maid sister, owner and operator of a restaurant. Action rules this film: amazing scenes such as tennis match played with a bicycle, a breakdance fight that includes a fighter stomping on his adversary's pants, and the final fight scene. Much intended and unintended humor abound. Bad subtitling throughout. Eddie and Mini's astounding stunts drive the piece, especially in their run-ins with bad guys, particularly the scene-stealing "Colorful Punk Man." But you do get involved in their emotional lives, too. Playful fun, especially in customes. Check it out.

2003-07-13T17:05:00.000-04:00

When you walk into a lawyer's office in 20 years, your lawyer will be wearing a pajama top, Sacramento Kings shorts and flip-flops. As it should be.

2003-07-13T15:27:00.000-04:00

Check out Leslie Winer's cut-up of me and Chris Lydon's talk.

2003-07-12T23:05:00.000-04:00

Off to the breakdancing kung fu movie. It's a real cool world.

2003-07-12T23:04:00.000-04:00

Lei sono un erotico italiano poeta?

Etes-vous un sexy le poète français?

2003-07-12T23:02:00.000-04:00

J'aimerais rencontrer un paquet d'attrayant, jeune français expérimental poètes. L'e-mail m'à l'adresse au-dessus de, vous les bébés magnifiques.

Editorial stuff

2003-07-12T22:18:00.000-04:00

Write a poem to a prisoner. And send a copy to me. We'll call this magazine INSIDE. If you owe me a poem for BETTER HOMES AND GARDENS, send it in.

2003-07-12T22:11:00.001-04:00

Nixon lost it in the lights.

2003-07-12T22:11:00.000-04:00

Liz bought be an Arsenal cap in the U.K. when she and Chris were there. I'm half-expecting to be suckerpunched by some British person at some point on the street. Anyone know anything about football? Is Arsenal the Oakland Raiders of the premier? Did I just spell premier correctly? Fill me *in*.

from my buddy Lizzie Thorstensen

2003-07-12T22:02:00.000-04:00

ONLINE DIARIES CAN CAUSE TEEN FRIENDSHIPS TO SUFFER

DEAR ABBY: I am a 14-year-old girl about to start my freshman year in high school. Most of my friends (including myself) have Web logs -- or "blogs." Blogs are online diaries where we record all kinds of stuff about ourselves. Of course, we're careful not to give out personal information like where we live, etc. But some of my friends get very offended at what is written about them.

I have several friends who have stopped speaking to each other after reading not-so-nice things about themselves in the blogs. I speak from experience, because I've been repeatedly bashed for my anti-war views, among other things.

In spite of this, the Web log trend continues to be popular. What's your opinion on this? -- BLOGGIN' AND LOVIN' IT IN NEW JERSEY

DEAR BLOGGIN': The written word takes on a life of its own and never dies -- particularly in cyberspace. That is why it's important that a person carefully consider what he or she is posting before making it public. I cannot urge people strongly enough to remember that on the Internet there is no such thing as an eraser. The messages live on and on for all to see.

2003-07-12T21:17:00.000-04:00

*Hello* Polska posyłają mnie *poem*! !

2003-07-12T21:07:00.000-04:00

Madam, about your prime rib: we ran out of warmly pink an hour before you were born.
Friday come fast and smash me
all the bloggers are removing entries, Yale Club can I help you?
"And hurry along, Van Winkle--it's getting late!"
Senor Maitre 'D, Is this water from the correct century?
French island's for the Thursday before
gallonspilled red like the tide billboard said, then: escape from Thousand Island!
In these forlorn coffees: origin!
I bet that tastes as good as it looks and I'm not a betting man.
congeal to catch up not with frankfurter nor with mangled bovine butt tranquilized with relish
at the foster freeze on university day laborers, girls in kimonos and glasses and a man I thought was a woman order corn dogs and shakes

Add your line.

2003-07-12T21:02:00.000-04:00

Some lesbians find me dashing.

2003-07-12T21:01:00.000-04:00

I moved Tim Yu to 1b because I had never heard of a 1b batting second in any line-up ever (Mattingly? Carew? maybe). The "Yu's on First" stuff was unintented. My pal Shin Yu Pai pronounces it YEE. So I can't take credit for that one, Abbott!

2003-07-12T20:55:00.000-04:00

Don't be miffed, Ron, I *dig* the grinch. Those Whoos really piss me off, though. I had originally typed: "Sillimanlessness: it's gonna be like Christmas without booze around here." Then I remembered that I'm staring down about 65 years worth of those.

Armsasser raises the bar

2003-07-12T20:47:00.000-04:00

which one of carl's nightmares are you?
you have been trapped under water...while in mid air you have beautiful eyes

2003-07-12T20:41:00.000-04:00

I'm poetry editing for Boog City at the moment. I'd like to do a page of something new and brutal, what do you say? West Coast Avengers, send me a poem for that page. Deadline: soon. If no poem yet, send me a flirty e-mail and I'll hold you a spot.

2003-07-12T20:37:00.000-04:00

You couldn't get more freaked out on Mountain Dew than I am right now. Eep. The meth of sodas.

2003-07-12T20:36:00.000-04:00

But I wanna thank my sister Sarah most of all. She knows Latin and makes me lasagna. A giant peach for this James.

2003-07-12T01:02:00.000-04:00

As we know, I speak for the young generation. And we've got something to say! And it's shallow and corporate! That'll show you, you *fuckers*!

2003-07-12T00:54:00.000-04:00

Tell me what you think about moveable type. And also, about my deep and luscious eyes.

2003-07-12T00:40:00.000-04:00

Hope I didn't totally *misrepresent* everybody. Gentles, do not reprehend. Except you, Eminem! I'm glad I chumped you on Lydon! Punk!

2003-07-12T00:24:00.000-04:00

I forgot to thank everyone for the help with the Latin yesterday. Much appreciated. Henry, Albert, Aaron, Czeslaw, Chris, Uma, Skip and M.J.--peaches all.

2003-07-11T23:33:00.000-04:00

That interview with Christopher Lydon. I'm still not worthy. Thanks, Chris.

2003-07-11T22:58:00.000-04:00

Hello, Luxemburg! Send me a poem.

I just deleted something else

2003-07-11T22:41:00.000-04:00

But not to break David Kirschenbaum's heart.

2003-07-11T22:14:00.000-04:00

The first time through Nick Piombino's e-mail to David Hess about me I thought "Woody" was Woody Harrelson. Who's great and doesn't get enough good roles. I think he's blacklisted. Then I figured out he was talking about Woody Woodpecker. Duh, Jim.

Which Tealuxe tea are you?

2003-07-11T21:37:00.001-04:00

Take the quiz. Tealuxe is not responsible for your results. But drink their tea.

2003-07-11T20:56:00.000-04:00

I think it's safe to say that most lesbians do not want to sleep with me.

2003-07-11T20:10:00.000-04:00

It took me a while to figure out that the monkey Aimee sent me wasn't made of wood. Witches, not monkeys, are made of wood. Like ducks.

A few more wiffleball nicknames

2003-07-11T20:07:00.000-04:00

Ange "Don't Blink" Mlinko
Brenda "I Seen It, But I Don't Believe It" Iijima
Joe "Get a Hit" Elliot
John "Pepsi" Colletti
Sean "King" Cole
Matvei "Duck, Duck, GOOSE!" Yankelevich
Aaron "7-11" Kiely (Always open for a hit, etc.)

2003-07-11T19:38:00.001-04:00

Ask your mother who Abbott is. Or Elvis Costello.

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And then it goes away! Immediately. And I'm standing there like "But Abbott, I *did* see a mummy!"

2003-07-11T19:36:00.000-04:00

Right now The MONKEY is covered in red and white stripes! Eep. Meg White is, sadly, nowhere to be found.

2003-07-11T19:34:00.000-04:00

I can't really get into the song Evan Dando sings about dating a model. Although it is poppy. Quit yer bitching, Lemonhead.

'Bay Area Rollers' Projected Wiffleball Line-up

2003-07-11T19:24:00.000-04:00

1. Del Ray "Big Country" Cross 2b
2. Kasey "The Key" Mohammad LF
3. "Brutal" James Metzee ss
4. "Dominatin'" David Larsen 3b
5. "Sweet" Tim Yu 1b
6. "Shoeless" Stephanie Young CF
7. Kevin "The Cruiser" Killian C
8. Eileen "Angel in the Outfield" Tabios RF
9. Michael "Make 'em Miss" Palmer P

Projected Dream Batting Orders (subject to availability)

2003-07-11T18:54:00.000-04:00

Boston Pressed Wafers

1. Mark "Big Red" Lamoureux CF
2. "Gloucester" James Cook 3b
3. "Big Daddy" Mike County ss
4. Amanda "Hot Lips" Cook 2b
5. "Navy" Jim Dunn 1b
6. Michael "Dude, Where's My" Carr C
7. "Saint" Christopher Rizzo LF
8. Christina "The X Factor" Strong RF
9. Jim Behrle "The Jim Reaper" P

John "Nice Coat" Mulrooney
"Tuscon" Tim Peterson
"Pokerfaced" Dan Bouchard
Gerrit "Dogtown" Lansing
Patrick "Big Dog" Doud
"Slamming" Shin Yu Pai
Travis "Triples" Nichols
Noah Eli "Flash" Gordon
"Spitball" Sara Veglahn
"Nefarious" Nick Moudry
"Ecstatic" Eric Baus

Coach: Bill "The Comet" Corbett

New York School

1. "Everyday" Edmund Berrigan 2b
2. Brandon "The Chef" Downing LF
3. Anselm "The Project" Berrigan ss
4. Jordan "3D" Davis 3b
5. Mitch "The Hit Dog" Highfill C
6. Anastasios "Buzzsaw" KozaitisCF
7. David "The Booganator" Kirschenbaum 1b
8. Brendan "Lungs" Lorber RF
9. Douglas "Kid Zinc" Rothschild P

"Bowery" Brenda Coultas
Cori "Don't Call Me Shirley" Copp
Nick "The Quick" Piombino
Tracy "The Ace" McTague
Drew "Let's Play Two" Gardner
"Can't Catch" Katie Degentesh
"Bollywood" Gary Sullivan
Nada "Eli" Gordon

Coach: Charles "Charlie Hustle" Bernstein

2003-07-11T18:36:00.000-04:00

Between the 6th and 7th innings of the great Boston v. New York Wiffleball Spectacle (Saturday July 26th, 4 PM, Central Park?) A LANGUAGE poet, New York School poet, New Brutalist and Beat poet will be racing the basepaths in sausage customes. Any takers?

2003-07-11T18:24:00.001-04:00

Party in the Woods Tonite!

Welcome Back, Heathens

2003-07-11T18:24:00.000-04:00

I love David Hess. I fucking missed him. Heathens in Heat is a part of any well-balanced breakfast. (I've missed Bruna from the bank, too, now that you mention it. Sung to the tune of "Jenny from the Block.") I'm a little lonely, but more like "voracious" for contact, for our atoms to be smashed together. Over and over and over. At baseball parks and between the sheets! Forever bring it *on*!

2003-07-11T18:16:00.000-04:00

Give a girl a squirtgun, get a kiss on the cheek. Ah!

This Monkey's GONE

If hassling President* Bush is your thing

Jim Goes 9 for 9

Jim's Therapy Couch Quote of the Day

Lemonheads' Lyrics of the Day

Possible Karaoke Playlist

from the files of Lizzie T.

Things that are as *thrilling* as a home run derby broadcast on the radio

LANGUAGE Poetry Projected Wiffleball Line-up

Boston Wiffle Sox Starting Line-Up Reconsidered

Note to self

Note to self

Which current crush list member is Jim's perfect match?

Silliman/Burger 21 Grand Reading Report

What's Up with Jim?

What's up with Jim?

a constellation resembling one reader's present

from Philip Whalen's "Death of Boston"

Audblog a poem if you want to

Lemonheads' Lyrics of the Day

Jim's Movie Review Corner

Etes-vous un sexy le poète français?

Editorial stuff

from my buddy Lizzie Thorstensen

Armsasser raises the bar

I just deleted something else

Which Tealuxe tea are you?

A few more wiffleball nicknames

'Bay Area Rollers' Projected Wiffleball Line-up

Projected Dream Batting Orders (subject to availability)

Welcome Back, Heathens

Things that are as thrilling as a home run derby broadcast on the radio