and here comes the sun fucking up my gloomy day

did something today that i rarely or ever do. edit. while going through some unpublished work, came across two poems i like but decided they needed a little editing. as a firm believer in Allen Ginsberg's "First Thought Best Thought" this is something i hardly ever do. but seeing as these poems have been rejected a few times, what could it hurt. these thoughts will be put to the test as the poems will be included in the 6 poems i'm sending out tomorrow. i suppose in the grand scheme of things, this is nothing more than keeping myself entertained so i don't harm myself or others. it's worked for the majority of my 36 years...

here's hoping the Yankees can build off of last night and get this train really rolling again. and i tip my hat to Derek Lowe, congrats on shutting me the fuck up.

not willing to believe any of the reports i see out of the UK, i have no good Manchester United news. hopefully soon. and hopefully no players get injured in the Wednesday national team friendlies. i'd actually like the team to start relatively healthy and stay that way for a change.

no updates on any new poems. i'm hoping for a nice long writing session Thursday after the Yankee day game. either that or the weekend. but i'm pretty sure i have all the music i need to set the mood.

music today:

Grouplove - Never Trust A Happy Song
Bruce Springsteen - Darkness on the Edge of Town
Butch Walker and the Black Widows - The Spade

"Talent hits a target no one else can hit; Genius hits a target no one else can see." - Arthur Schopenhauer

so there's a few good ones left after all

i want to start this off with a big fat THANK YOU to Russell over at The Camel Saloon for recommending a poem i sent him would be better off at Jellyfish Whispers. i can probably count on one hand the number of editors/publishers that have done that for me before. whenever i'm near your neck of the woods, the first round is on me my friend.

not exactly sure what my feelings are about the Yankees signing Derek Lowe. it's bad enough that my mind won't let the 2004 epic collapse ever go away, but to see a member of that Red Sox team wearing pinstripes makes my stomach turn a little. of course, if he wins a championship here like Damon did, i'll get over it.

big home stand this week for the Yankees. get some timely wins over Texas and Boston and that should help put the AL East to bed. struggle this week and the last 6 weeks of the season will be nail biting time.

another rather cool day here. the weather this summer has been totally bizarre. and each day i drive down the lane to get the paper and mail i try not to look at the corn. just too fucking depressing.

hoping to have another writing session sometime this week. i feel like i have some good ones coming given all the shit going on in the world. let alone going on with people i know. i need one of those couple of hours where i bust out 10-15 gems and my fall will be looking good.

i did catch a little of the closing ceremony of the Olympics last night. hadn't seen Fat Boy Slim in quite some time. when he popped up my mind quickly thought back to my drug filled teens/20's. good times.

music today:

The Chemical Brothers - dig your own hole
Metallica - Beyond Magnetic
Bon Iver - For Emma, Forever Ago
Placebo - Without You I'm Nothing

"Always make the audience suffer as much as possible." - Alfred Hitchcock