Painting it red...

“Why have we every reason to believe that Adam and Eve were rowdies? Because…they both raised Cain.” — The St. Louis Pennent (May 2, 1840)

So, I don't think I would ever had guessed that "raising Cain" was first used in St. Louis. I certainly wouldn't have guessed it's as young a term as it is!

I have what I think has shaped up to be a really rather lovely poem about the phrase, about St. Louis, and about immigration. Let me know if you'd like to read it.

Plant Porn!

Jonathon Keats is making porn for plants and I am writing a poem about it. The artist has recorded acts of "gross pollination" and plans to not only show the film in galleries and art houses, but to project the images onto lackadaisical plants to get them...going.

I drafted what, to me, was a very funny poem last night – it's cheeky and irreverent. But it's not a real poem yet; for the moment it's just fun word play.

I'm about to dive into plant "anatomy" research. I'm about to renew my familiarity with those Mapplethorpe tripychs. I'm about to revisit books on obscenity and art.