February 5th, 2010 / 8:40 am
 Author Spotlight

Like a Dog

You are supposed to listen to Low while reading Ander Monson’s book from back when, O.E.

Interview with Zak Sally at Bookmunch.

I mean, I really do think that’s an important thing for…everyone, for all human beings on some level – just asking “what am I doing here? why am I doing it? am I being an asshole, am I holding myself accountable for the things I’m doing in this life?”

It is better to be good than smart. That is the idea.

Like a Dog Review at Bookmunch.

I like saying the word munch.

Words begat images, images begat words. That is the idea.

Snow of syllables. Eat etchings. Cold. Thaw. Words.

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2 Comments

  1. February 5th, 2010 / 4:52 pm mimi—

      Sean Lovelace, you are all mavericky. That is a compliment. Here is an excerpt from the poem “Lonesome in the Country” by Al Young that I hope you like. The quote in your post reminded me of it:

      How much of me is sandwiches radio beer?
      How much pizza traffic & neon messages?
      I take thoughtful journeys to supermarkets,
      philosophize about the newest good movie,
      camp out at magazine racks & on floors,
      catch humanity leering back in laundromats,
      invent shortcuts by the quarter hour

      There’s meaning to all this itemization
      & I’d do better to look for it in woodpiles
      & in hills & springs & trees in the woods
      instead of staying in my shack all the time
      thinking too much,
      falling asleep in old chairs

  2. February 5th, 2010 / 12:52 pm mimi—

      Sean Lovelace, you are all mavericky. That is a compliment. Here is an excerpt from the poem “Lonesome in the Country” by Al Young that I hope you like. The quote in your post reminded me of it:

      How much of me is sandwiches radio beer?
      How much pizza traffic & neon messages?
      I take thoughtful journeys to supermarkets,
      philosophize about the newest good movie,
      camp out at magazine racks & on floors,
      catch humanity leering back in laundromats,
      invent shortcuts by the quarter hour

      There’s meaning to all this itemization
      & I’d do better to look for it in woodpiles
      & in hills & springs & trees in the woods
      instead of staying in my shack all the time
      thinking too much,
      falling asleep in old chairs