Reynard Seifert

Reynard sits in Oakland, where he is busy not writing a couple few books.

when the children heard their poems read aloud, even though they didn’t know the words till i said them, they danced


Word Spaces / 3 Comments
February 6th, 2013 / 12:17 am

“Sirk has said you can’t make films about something, you can only make films with something — with people, with light, with flowers, with mirrors, with blood, with all these crazy things that make it worthwhile.”

— Fassbinder

That’s how I feel with poetry.

“We’ve made the future redundant, and therein lies the danger.” — Gonçalo M. Tavares

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October 18th, 2012 / 12:33 am

The Master is hard to talk about, let’s talk nearby instead.

was just clearing off my phone & these pictures reminded me of you


Word Spaces / 2 Comments
October 7th, 2012 / 7:22 pm

a band called Buzz Aldrin’s Relentless Tears

I like what Claire Evans said about Neil Armstrong’s passing.

In the Roman Triumph it was customary for the general, man of the hour, to have in his chariot a slave bearing a large gold wreath, whose job it was to whisper in the general’s ear that he would some day not be alive, like a buzzing mosquito, a little memo, so that his ego would not lift the chariot to the moon. Wikipedia says that popular belief says this is where we get our memento mori, which literally means “remember (that you have) to die.” Seems a lot like our comedy roasts, a quintessentially American tradition begun at the New York Friars’ club, informed by the attitudes of Jewish comedy, which is obviously where American comedy gets its attitude. Eight of the first ten roasted were Jewish, beginning in 1950, just a few years after the second World War wrapped the human condition in a cloud of dust.


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August 27th, 2012 / 12:00 am

“. . .in August in Mississippi there’s a few days somewhere about the middle of the month when suddenly there’s a foretaste of fall, it’s cool, there’s a lambence, a soft, a luminous quality to the light, as though it came not from just today but from back in the old classic times. It might have fauns and satyrs and the gods and — from Greece, from Olympus in it somewhere. It lasts just for a day or two, then it’s gone. . .the title reminded me of that time, of a luminosity older than our Christian civilization.”

— William Faulkner

Literature as Commentary on Grammer

I like to think there is no substitute for space but I kind of don’t know how true anything is. If you don’t have space, you don’t have a place to unpack your shit. I can’t remember what I’ve read unless I look up and see the spine on its shelf.

This sentence: a painting of Alfred Korzybski reading Hamlet in the shower, as he drops the soap. We either do or do not look away. I’m taking care of my neighbor’s chickens. They are famous. Mostly in the gay community. A couple want their butts shaken. After this is done now and then they strut away, content. And you can’t really help but gawk at these dinosaurs as they till millions of years into the soil with an awkward scratch, arching their skinny necks, ruffling dirty feathers. If the soil is watered, or tilled, they gaze into the brown as if it were the very very meaning of life.


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July 28th, 2012 / 4:59 pm

a howling bird brings all the cats to yr yard

Illustrations for Melville's Pierre by Maurice Sendak


well) here’s looking at ourselves

two solids in(all
one it)
solution(of course you must shake well)

indolently dreaming puzzling

over that one
oh just thinking it over
(at that just supposing
we had met and just
but you know

supposing we READ MORE >

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May 14th, 2012 / 1:16 am

“I tell them, ‘You never had the chance to make 7,000 women happy in one day.’”

It’s weird how the 1,364th story about Amazon sucks mentions my favorite book, Everyone Poops & a lady getting screwed by Amazon when she tried to buy books for my old school district, which I feel was a terrible place; in fact my principle retired & was arrested for soliciting sex in a public park where he told the cop he’d been with all sorts of young bods. Coincidence? I think not.

I was thinking the other day how the cycle of literature : how we burn oil for the light of life lived long ago :: paper pressed down as hard as possible : a blood diamond shines light like everyone deserves to know the truth but at what cost to whom. I don’t know. What do you think. When will small literary presses give Amazon the proverbial bird call? Would anyone care or would it be like when a kid throws a rock in a pond & people just glance & think, “Cute.” But imagine if there were like a thousand kids throwing rocks in a pond. I feel like people would notice that. Have we talked about this 782 times or 783? But if you whore it out someone will write about it maybe? Again? Worth a shot. Just like cage-free eggs. THIS BOOK SOLD WITHOUT AMAZON. Give some good Ra Ra’s & record yourself on VHS kicking an elephant in the junk. So why haven’t you? What are we going to do. Does anyone even care about the weather anymore or was that just something to talk about because the clouds looked like a chorus for a second.

Presses / 4 Comments
April 15th, 2012 / 5:43 pm

Why do you guys even read this garbage that talks about National Poetry Month enough to annoy you into annoying me with all your jokes that would maybe be funny if I read this garbage? There is a whole world of actual people doing things to each other out there. It is spring, fornication is everywhere. Get fucked.



Music / 4 Comments
March 6th, 2012 / 3:15 am

432 tongues breaking wind like bread & butter


Random / 19 Comments
February 16th, 2012 / 5:44 pm

α language having a cΩω

Rembrandt, "Landscape with a Cow" (1650)


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January 31st, 2012 / 6:55 pm

Derrida on Yes in Ulyesss

“ULYSSES GRAMOPHONE: Hear say yes in Joyce”

Speaking of Joyce. Some the best writing on reading I maybe ever. Don’t worry if you ain’t Ulyssesed. No soft spots on the grindstone.


Behind the Scenes / 10 Comments
January 23rd, 2012 / 3:30 pm

Orson Welles on Silent Week

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January 21st, 2012 / 8:44 pm

lmfao if you still think you are a beautiful & unique snowflake

A torrent search for “wikipedia” that returns nothing & everything

At some point in your life, you should probably chop off all your hair.

Twitter is the very best or worst thing that has ever happened to literature.

Blog comments as a close second, Facebook a far flung turd.

I stared at an abandoned, waterlogged, pink stuffed animal splayed ass-up on a rail for months, smoking cigarettes, trying to figure what it said.

For a couple of days a matching, stringless acoustic guitar stood watch over it.

What happens to music that isn’t recorded, or played. Is it?


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January 18th, 2012 / 10:39 pm


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January 16th, 2012 / 4:21 pm

If the dictionary is a graveyard, writers are either necromancers or necrophiliacs


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January 12th, 2012 / 6:33 pm