Author (#19)April 2008 Archives

Just returned from a week-long scurry across snowcaps and golden wheat fields, primordial, nearly lunar terrains, ringed spaces, sheaves and stalks, to and from my parents' Mississippi home base. The week was punctuated by slothful weathers, a half-drunken lethargy and general fuck-all attitude, 99 cent frozen margaritas, military presses, lucid heat visions. A lot of television, shows about alien contact and the manufacturing of sandpaper. Bible stories about golden cities made of clear glass. It was Revelations. And the street of the city was pure gold, like transparent glass. Jasper and pearls.

A brief field report, before I'm off to a breakfast of cheesy biscuits at Blue Gardenia with my friend Scott (who is my proxy until Nick Jaina returns safely to port). Some things of note. I was recently awarded a writer's retreat in the coastal wilderness! I will be spending an extended weekend canvassing 45 acres of forest and meadow, writing and working with materials on land. I will post what comes into view.

New favorite local music: William Holley. Ben and I went to see him at The Know on Friday. His music is truly wonderful, and I encourage you all to pester him for more songs. Resonances of Arthur Russell, but altogether new. Good to sway to.

I have spent the weekend in a lazy hobble from bed to cafes, to dinner parties (including a warehouse-warming Italian feast at Pinball last night...the night ended with bowls full of spumoni and gourmet donuts and almond cookies, and bloated bellies). A dreamy barista has soaked up most of my weekend like a sponge, but today I have UDLE business to attend to, a forest to hike, elk tacos and sauna time with Theda, and a drink date with my friend Leif. Uff-da.

Oh, and I might be revisiting/rewriting/publishing my Reed thesis. At first, the idea of it sounded positively dreadful, but returning to Jack Spicer's work might be rewarding, an Orphic return in its own right. I'm also finishing up my feature article on Corey Arnold, to be published in this summer's issue of Bear Deluxe Magazine.

As of this morning, I am in love with espresso, straight from a tiny cup and a miniature spoon.

A more bulbous post, soon.
~ADE

I am getting my very own piano! My landlord (who is also my "house-mate," although we don't share a living space - I rent a one-bedroom apartment inside the house) said she is excited to hear classical music issuing from the vents! My friend Paul, who is also a classical pianist and Flamenco guitarist, and owns one of the best restaurants in town (Le Pigeon), will be accompanying me to the piano store to spy spinets and tinkle on uprights. I think a little spinet made of cherry or walnut, with a bright resonance, would be just about perfect. A lot of my friends ask, "Why don't you just get a free piano off of Craigslist?" But when you play classical music for 14 years and are accustomed to an instrument that is tuned well, you don't mind sinking a little money into it. And I've been such a cheap-skate lately that I will consider it a long overdue gift to myself.

Time to recoup the sheet music left bookmarked and splayed open at Ritchie's house, and other locales. Pencil-marked Bach inventions and thunderous Rachmaninoff concertos, nom nom.