Nuyorican Obituary

The latest of Asinine Poetry is online, as is the latest podcast featuring the talented Slimbabwe. Check ‘em out.

This could be my theme song — it’s what being in my head sound like all the time. In fact, it kind of looks like that, what with the salsa dancers and all.

A humidish summer day, the sky threatening rain. At the Asinine Offices, I spent the morning going through the much-neglected slush pile and rejecting more than 50 poems (this never feels good, except when it’s people who have obviously never been to the site). I also uploaded part two of Slim’s excellent guest-hosting of the Asinine Poetry podcast, which is now online.

The Millennium Falcon in repose, after a long ride, getting lost in Bedford Stuy, and finally finding Prospect Park via a smoother, less-trafficky new route.

Last week, during the sweltering heatwave in the City, my friend Slim was nice enough to come over to the Asinine Office and record readings of asinine poetry for podcasts. As a select few of you know, the Asinine Offices do not always get the crossbreezes it deserves. So inside, in our periwinkle blue studios, it was as humid and hot as an August in Malaysia. Or what I imagine an August in Malaysia to be like. Could be very cool there, I don’t know. Anyway,. thanks to Slim for being a champ and putting up with the sweltering discomfort till the one lone AC slowly, eventually kicked in. I’ve edited the first of her series as guest host and it is now online.

CONCEPT MEETING POEM NO. 1
This is pretty endemic of what
someone would be seeing. It really
depends in terms of the user
experience: What if you
auto-rotated between these so
the first image is–what?–We
go rotate through each of these–they’re
using the space
for something really
SEXY

If we bring the information piece
and the design piece together
there’s actually that guy
who’s checking his watch–yeah, anything–
with muted colors.

I had an idea in my head, it would be just
a trick of the eye
I have an idea of what it would
look like and just wanted to put this in there
and see if it would
FLY

CLIENT FEEDBACK MEETING POEM NO. 1
They haven’t completely ruled out
the white
But they want us to explore
the black

The month starts off with rollicking asininity. The latest issue of AsininePoetry.com is up, including poems by Gordon Stanley, W., and Condoleeza Rice, believe it or not. And somehow I gathered up the energy after a long day of ProKadeema in Prospect Park (don’t ask) to record a new podcast.

I’ve posted one of my old cartoon stories and some highlights from the fourth issue of my zine Mongrel, for no good reason. Click on the thumbnails to see the legible versions.

10. Brought a snack with me to nibble on during the speeches, so I would not’ve felt such an urge to gnaw on my own forearm for sustenance.
9. Cried when the award was given for the “heart” of the company.
8. Filled my pockets with cookies.
7. Filled my pockets with skewered shrimp.
6. Danced to that one danceable song in a row that came on about 8:17.
5. Not have cussed in Spanish.
4. Remembered that the bathrooms are not co-ed.
3. Seized the stage and read my meeting poetry.
2. Maybe not have had that last glass of wine.
1. Kept my pants on.

The latest issue of AsininePoetry.com is up. We’ve got some great poems up this month, and, ahem, I will tell you one of them is by me–under a pseudonym, of course. We also a great new podcast featuring writer Justin Courter. Check it out. Feedback is appreciated. And please let me know about any typos! Chevere.