Category Archives: Notes

Since UNC is playing for the East Regional Finals tonight, I decided to sit down and write five basketball haiku quickly and post them immediately on Twitter. When I was a kid and teenager in NC, I played a lot Read More

The photographer David Morris Cunningham‘s solo show, Remembrance of Things Present, opened at the Woodstock Artists Association Museum last weekend, filling one of the galleries with beautifully toned images of the artist’s favorite possessions. The photographs are simple, yet textured, Read More

This is going to be a short post, just a moment taken from my notebook, and an example of how I use free writing. Sitting in a cafe, I began with the start line “tomatoes” and put pen to paper Read More

A couple of years ago, I was roaming around MoMA, not really going anywhere, just looking, and I turned a corner and saw a basketball hoop on an outrageously-tall pole leaning against the stark white of cavernous gallery wall. The Read More

More poems I’ve posted on Twitter recently: Behind the live oak trees / where boats dock, men mending nets / marsh grass, tides mark time. ~me, NYC  (haiku) Rain comes early / from a far range of mountains / no Read More

Last week I wrote a post about jumping up on stage and reading poetry. Yesterday in a cafe in Greenwich village, I saw one of the people who helped me realize that it’s possible to perform poetry—just like guitar players Read More

If you spend much time in upstate New York, you quickly learn that winter settles in and stays for a while. The layered ice ruts on the driveway will reflect sunlight until spring. Sometimes at night the wind sounds like Read More

In New York City this morning, I sat in front of my computer thinking about art and communication: words, images, gestures, lyrics, voices, and even Twitter phrases. Rhythm and language, image and text. The ways artists I know use combinations Read More

When recent snow storms began icing the city’s sidewalks and dominating the conversations of New Yorkers, I decided to write seasonal haiku and immediately post the poems on my Twitter feed. I thought I’d invented a snow-sport that didn’t require Read More

On the top floor of the Museum of Modern Art in Manhattan, Andy Warhol’s “stillies” roll on large television monitors, filling an expansive gallery with silent black and white footage of some of Warhol’s Factory stars. The text at the Read More