MikeLindgren

don’t you touch hard liquor; just a cup of cold coffee

Meghan O’Gieblyn was given a different set of tools than the rest of us

Séeing thou wilt not buye counsell at the firste hande good cheape, thou shalt buye repentaunce at the seconde hande

the Sex Pistols were on another level

In Brooklyn serpents whistle at the cold

I just edited two sentences. I’m exhausted. Time for a break

she hath in hand my wit, my will, and al

modernity sits in patches on top of tradition like an oil slick

were not a cold grave more welcome than a hot furnace

rain down on me. from a great height

it will return in the form of a giant sloar

The Managing Editor is sitting in front of the computer in sweats and a sleeveless undershirt, eating mint chip ice cream straight from the carton #winning

interns like “this motherfucker using baseball metaphors again”

when men with natural light began to be most wise, then they became the greatest fooles

to rumble rime in raff and ruff, yet all not worth a haw

not a soul but felt the fever of the mad, and played some tricks of desperation

the Village is bumpin’

they were beautiful and I loved them

we need to talk about Steve Nieve’s Farfisa organ playing on the fade in “Living in Paradise”

solo at the bar downtown. favorite

sometimes you have to write bad poetry at the bar of the Tip-Top

CONVERSATION FEAR

he is mad, mad, mad, no whoa with him

“2098,” stamp, paper, and Polaroid on photoprint

interns like “this motherfucker talking about Henry James again”

summer reading log if you even care

rage-baiting my artist friend by pretending to get James Turrell and Thomas Kinkade mixed up

they bid thee welcome to thine own decay

there are Nations, who receive and admit a Dogge to be their King

“3011/2152,” stamp on graph papet

tie yourself to me, no one else, no

I have drunk, and seen the spider

wherefore should we be afraide to meet with that, which wee know it is not possible for us to shun?

see’t shalt thou never

in all the town, what streat have I not seen?

Philly Joe Jones understood the fuckin assignment

“water lilies,” watercolor & pen on paper. #sketchbook

but talke it was, and talke let it be, & talke it shall be, for I do not meane to remember it

the “J” train lol

at the thing. with the people

clean and sober 25 years today

I see that @penamerica.bsky.social has stepped in some shit

pleased to announce this

But I will bring thee where thou soon shalt quit those rudiments, and see before thine eyes the Monarchies of the Earth

they say there’s but five upon the isle; if t’other two are brain’d like us, the state totters

O how full of briers is this working-day world

“27536,” stamp and pencil on graph paper