And Somehow the Sea Was Always There to Make You Feel Stupid
David Berman is everywhere. This interview with MSNBC really drives home the inarguable point that this guy knows his way around a sentence. Check it, homepiss:
“Rock applause feels pre-arranged, a time for drunk people to holler, as the space between songs is one of the last socially sanctioned hollering opportunities outside of sports.”
Listen to Berman read “Governors on Sominex” from his 1999 volume of poetry, Actual Air. Yes, we said poetry, fuckos.* Drop whatever sad and pointless little thing you’re doing right now and go out and buy the goddamned book and his latest Silver Jews album, Tanglewood Numbers. Do it now. Because baby, we don’t want to have to hit you again.
For what it’s worth, the tiny prediction robot who lives inside Amazon’s servers tells us that if you like Actual Air, you’re going to love Jeffrey McDaniel’s The Splinter Factory. The little silvery cocksucker may be right. We checked out some of the book’s first poems and were greeted with this:
Renovating the Womb
Dear Mom, thanks for giving birth to me
and not having an abortion. 2% of my time
on Earth has been spent inside your body––
more than all my girlfriends combined.
I enjoyed my time in the uterus, reading
what the previous fetuses had written
on your walls. That’s how I learned
to spell. That’s how I came out speaking.
In another poem, McDaniel’s says that he’s “75% Jack Daniels and ¼ Portuguese table wine,” adding that “the only thing [his] Irish grandfather passed down to [him] was whiskey dick.” Man, if we could have read stuff like this in high school, we would have never gotten involved with that solvents-huffing crowd at BOCES.