Hitler's Mustache

Great News!

2009-12-26T19:12:00.003-06:00

Over at the Poetry! Poetry! Poetry! blog there is a note about a terrific new review of some Poetry! Poetry! Poetry! poems. Thanks, Joseph Allgren!

What is Coming to Muncie Soon!

2009-12-22T22:02:00.001-06:00

You should come to this, Persons who are near Muncie.

Beautiful Stuff

2009-12-18T21:49:00.000-06:00

More with the Poems

2009-12-15T19:55:00.003-06:00

New poems up at Escape Into Life. I hope, for some reason, that you like them.

Sincerly,

Your Friend,

Turbo

The Future

2009-12-12T20:05:00.005-06:00

My next book, Poetry! Poetry! Poetry! is forthcoming, soon enough, from Bloof Books. I'm starting a new blog for it. Now i'll have two blogs that I update irregularly instead of just one. This, in certain circles, is called progress. The new blog is here. I might give up this blog altogether and just head there myself. Below are 3 blurbs for the book. A fourth is on it's way. Anyway, check other blog for this and other info, provided on a need to know basis.

"Passing Professor Davis’s office door yesterday— Professor Davis’s closed office door—I found myself wishing he was on a Fulbright like before, not a MacArthur, so that he would be back among us sooner, casting his brilliant (and humane) light. Because how is our intellectually restless little ivied community to survive without him? This book will help. From a time when he was young, full of hope, teaching in Muncie, it looks us straight in the eye, inviting us to identify with this nubile and insouciant David—before he became the giant that is Peter Davis."

--Mairead Byrne

"Poets have long labored under the illusion of a readership when, in fact, the notion of audience is often the last thing on poetry's mind. It's in this sense of contradiction -- the need to be loved & the need to be left alone -- that much poetry finds its spirit. Peter Davis further complicates this picture by creating a book addressing a totally fictive audience thereby foregrounding this ambiguous condition. Uncomfortably self-conscious and maddeningly self-referential, Davis has constructed a complex book-length work of institutional critique that both refutes and upholds that presumed sacred bond between author and audience. Poetry! Poetry! Poetry! is a perfect work for an age where thinkership has triumphed readership."

-- Kenneth Goldsmith

"Perhaps readers might expect this blurb for this collection of delightful, self-referential meta-poems to be self-referential itself. If you think that while you read the back of this book, you’re wrong. We made it to the third sentence already without expressing any ambivalence about it: in Poetry! Poetry! Poetry!, Peter Davis breaks new ground by naming the ground itself in an Adamic fashion only he can do. I was pretty proud of myself with that term, Adamic fashion."

--Daniel Nester

Seriously

2009-12-08T20:11:00.003-06:00

Watching "The Cage match of Canadian Poetry" and saw earlier at Silliman's that people were bitching about Christian Bok, suggesting that Bok was stupid for having said stuff like "poets are stupid and lazy and they're 'demoted' into poetry" and just some other stuff like that. What's funny is the other guy, Carmine Starnino, comes across as really stupid, and thus, possibly lazy too. He's complaining that the experimental community isn't exclusive enough, not harsh enough. Goodness. Starnino at one point even says that he, himself, might be hardheaded. No shit.

Pharaoh's Horses

2009-12-03T21:48:00.002-06:00

Video!

2009-11-27T20:50:00.001-06:00

Fort Lauderdale!

New Short Hand Video, On My Skateboard

2009-11-23T18:58:00.004-06:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqf7ykdRimI

The Thing

2009-11-19T20:39:00.002-06:00

Sometimes it's really hard to blog because when I think about it I don't want to do it. Other times, blogging is easy because I want to do it. The blog sits there, waiting in a needy, lonesome sort of way. The heart sits elsewhere, on a blanket, snuggling a toasty muffin. Then, the dawn, and the power of the world lifts for an instant and a person feels a sense of obligation. It is called a hula hoop and it rolls around and round, all roundy and whatnot. Then you do the thing and call it quits.

But Better

2009-11-12T22:13:00.005-06:00

Artwork

2009-11-08T23:02:00.002-06:00

No one cares how

hard it was to achieve,

or how it arrived

as it arrived.

No one cares how

many degrees you

have or how many

hours you've

spent drunk in your

basement. If you've

overcome abuse or

neglect, no one cares.

No one is impressed

that you did it by

yourself, with

your own initiative

and funding.

The indifference to

the details is noteworthy

mainly because

nobody is taking notes.

You're lucky if anyone

shows up, or if they

even notice you crossing

your legs. Your legs

are stupid too, just

like your pet turtle

and your yard rake.

Identifying Certain Stuff

2009-11-06T16:05:00.002-06:00

Certain Spaces

Certain Strangers

Points

2009-11-04T22:44:00.002-06:00

A Very Important Point

Missing a Very Important Point

Other Important Points

It's a Problem

2009-11-02T19:40:00.003-06:00

I have a good friend who tells me he just doesn't dig the new Attila! album, partly because he likes some of my other stuff so much more. He's, like, I understand the urge to rock, but. Which is fine. I'm grateful for a friend who tells me the truth. On the other hand, people are funny with their artists. If an artist gives them what they want (but might not have known they wanted), then they just want more. Meanwhile I'm never trying to more of this, or more of that, but just to find something different than what has come before. Trying to make for myself another side. I want to find a new side to myself all the time cause I'm always tired of who I am right now.

Good Couple

2009-11-02T18:56:00.001-06:00

Jango Fett and Cinderella.

Hangman#9

2009-10-30T21:36:00.001-05:00

HANGMAN #9 !!!!!!

What My Kids and I Look Like Playing Rock-n-roll, And Roughly What We Sound Like

2009-10-29T21:54:00.001-05:00

The Baked Goods Factor

2009-10-27T12:11:00.003-05:00

The reading last night was tons of fun, thanks to Michael Meyerhofer and the Writer's Community people, and Tyler's wife who baked lots of cookies. I was even paid with a delicious apple pie she made!

Also, new Short Hand video, for the song "Jason Mathias."

Reminding You

2009-10-24T20:03:00.000-05:00

Someone On the Couch Took My Picture

2009-10-22T20:56:00.004-05:00

Here I am in 1993 or 1994. My hair in a ponytail. On top of the TV an autographed photo of Chet Atkins. An actual glass Coke bottle in the foreground, which seems ancient--even then. I'm smoking, which was a silly thing for me to do. I'm holding a 1972 Martin 000-18, which I still own. It is in a guitar case just a few feet from me right now. It was in bad shape then. I remember one time I had put it on the coffee table (the coffee table supporting that glass Coke bottle and those cans of Coors) and we received a pizza we'd ordered and we just set the hot pizza, in its thin cardboard box, right on top of my guitar. That was a stupid thing for me to do, but It was 1993 or 1994. You know, growing. I hardly know what to think. I'm just looking at it.

Superheros

2009-10-21T21:33:00.003-05:00

Max drew these Superheroes for a small book he and I made together. One of these guys is bad, the middle one, the one that looks a little like a red octopus. The rest are good. You can tell Max drew these because he wrote his name on each of them. I think these are better than anything I've ever drawn/colored. The way the image from the opposite side bleeds through is some proof that accidents are better than intentions.

In Seven Days

2009-10-19T21:01:00.003-05:00

As you can see, I'll be reading with the talented and kind Michael Meyerhofer. I'm happy about this. Hope you're there.

The Early 90's

2009-10-13T09:07:00.003-05:00

This is what I saw at the foot of my bed in, like, 1993. The fan was in my house growing up. The desk was in my house growing up. It is still in my house. That's a word processor on the desk. I did all my work in college on it. That's a box of Phillie Blunts on top of the TV. The bigger drawing on the wall is of me, by my friend Chris B. He grew up in my neighborhood.

Things You Dream Of

2009-09-30T20:56:00.001-05:00