One more thing before I forget this blog exists for a little while:

Linger (Frank Stanford):

The moon wanders through my barn
Like a widow heading for the county seat

It's not dark here yet
I'm just waiting for the bow hunters
So I can run them off

They put out licks on my land
Every summer

When it gets cool the animals are tame

I've fallen asleep
In the trees before

I dreamed someone's horse
Had wandered out on the football field
To graze
And I was showing children through a museum

The bow hunters make their boys
Pull the deer's tongue out bare-handed

At dusk when I hear an arrow
Coming through my field like a bird
I wonder what men have learned
From feathers

The animals wade the creek
And eat blackberries
The wind blows through the trees
Like a woman on a raft

I think actually maybe it's Stanford not Standford.

In travelly things, something I meant to say for a long time is that listening to the Black Dice album Creature Comforts is exactly like being on the Taipei subway on a weekday around 5-6 PM, in case anyone is interested. Plus the Black Dice just rock you in general and listening to their album Beaches and Canyons is just like listening to their album Beaches and Canyons, which is to say I think maybe nothing has ever sounded like it. Or probably a lot of things have and the Black Dice do a mediocre job of taking stuff a lot of other people do really well and mixing it all together and making that one album of theirs, Broken Ear Record.

And then go on to make two more things that are kind of uninspired and repetitive. That's the scariest thing as an artist maybe. But one thing is: that's a risk everyone takes all the time, in life generally just as much as in art, and maybe that's why art exists anyway and why people go on living anyway, since if the risks weren't taken then there would be nothing.

I just remembered two images from the poet Frank Standford. I discovered Standford's poetry in 2007. He is dead, and his images kill me. Just the images. He doesn't even need a whole poem. Like these two I just remembered, which I am typing here from memory so they might not be 100% accurate. If they don't kill you then they're not 100% accurate.

1. The night is a horse with its eyes shut.

2. The strange country of childhood

like a dragonfly on a long dog chain.

I don't know how to describe Chungking Mansions. It's a tall residential tower in Hong Kong. It is inhabited mostly by Indians and Pakistanis and Africans. A lot of the apartments are converted into restaurants. I think you can buy fake Rolexes and maybe cheap electronics. When you enter the building, you get swarmed if you don't know what's going on, which I didn't, because my friend wanted me to be surprised, which I was. I couldn't even show you an image even if I had the image wires because I didn't take a picture because I was too busy getting swarmed or handed business cards and menus or urgently grabbed on the wrist or slightly pulled to one direction or slightly pushed or following a dude up an elevator or through halls or arriving in a little apartment and then eating really well. Wikipedia it or something.

The image I would now upload into this computer and then on to this website if I had image uploading technology would be of a funny japanese comic book in which a big baby and a big frog do battle.

I am currently in Hong Kong because I'm not allowed in Taiwan all the time like Kyla is because they don't like me as much because I am a jobless bum. I don't have the wires that let me show you images but if I had them I would show you a video of several fish gutted alive, beating bleeding hearts exposed, on ice at a day market.

Stinky tofu is aptly named. It's fermented. Peter says it tastes like how the Big Pig booth at the Indiana State Fair smells. I say garlic-infused, which is much better and actually makes it quite tasty. This is the fried kind. Apparently the steamed kind really does taste like dog shit.

Things/FUNFACTS(!) I've heard in the past month:

The sea goddess Mazu drowned her brothers. The sea goddess Mazu drowned her father. The man on the moon doesn't want to be there. There are three perfect ones. There is a Jade Emperor. There are ways to live forever.