Timothy Green's Blog
May 5, 2009
Yesterday I gave a new (for me) example of what fractals are — objects for which scale is irrelevant, because the same patterns repeat over and over again regardless of scale. Viewed from above, a photograph of a barren desert could be a mile wide or a meter, and there’s no way to tell the difference.
The idea for the book — and I won’t deny that it’s a mostly post-hoc idea that I contorted a collection of poems around — is that American culture exhibits the structure of a fractal. Viewed from a
May 4, 2009
Yesterday afternoon I recorded an interview for KPFK’s Poet’s Cafe with Lois Jones, which will air in a couple months (obviously I’ll let you know when it’s scheduled). As I was sitting in the studio, babbling into the big padded mike about fractals for what seems like the hundredth time this month, I had one of those delightful experiences where something surprising pops out of your mouth, and you’re forced to listen warily to your own voice like a backseat driver, wondering if there’ll be enou
April 28, 2009

Date: Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Time: 7:00pm - 8:40pm
Location: Barnes and Noble, 3rd St. Promenade
Street: 1201 3rd Street
City/Town: Santa Monica, CA
Tonight I’m reading with Jamey Hecht, author of Limousine Midnight Blue: Fifty Frames from the Zapruder Film, at an event someone’s calling “Elegies for America.” I don’t know if there’s a poet I respect more than Jamey — he woke up to the political realities of the U.S. long before I did, and rather than cower in silence, or tiptoe around the tru
April 27, 2009
Haven’t been posting lately, too busy being busy and important, as my wife would say. The only way I’m going to keep posting here is if I start to ignore the fact that what I’m posting is mindless muck at the bottom of my brain, so let’s hop to it.
I spent all day Saturday at the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books. Big annual shindig sprawling across the fairly gorgeous UCLA campus. 60,000 blokes and 600,000 books. I couldn’t believe that UCLA would think to have guided tours for prospective
April 17, 2009
HIKING ALONE
I shimmy out on sandstone and slate rock,
past the soft ledges where the last shrubs
grow. I’ve got my camera, unshuttered and
silent, ready to take back with me whatever
I’ve come here for—sore arms and a sunburn,
blue sky like something new. At the floor
of the canyon far below a stream flows from
nowhere to nothing, from one unseen cavern
to the next. I could think of a fish gazing up
at that quick flash of sky as it passes through
the white froth of the rapids, the silky silver
where t
April 14, 2009
Whether you believe they learned their lesson, fixed the glitch, or locked the back door, Amazon has acted swiftly, as any morally conscious human and/or profit-driven retail corporation should. Joel Tan’s Type O Negative is back to being ranked, and now comes up third on the search list, like it should.
Since I complained about Amazon.com yesterday — and who knows, maybe it really was just a hack — I thought I’d take a second today to say what’s really awesome about that website. I was looking
April 12, 2009
This whole Amazon.com censorship scandal that’s been quickly exploding all Easter Sunday really is as bad as it seems, and contrary to what I was reading about it at first, it seems to me like a nearly transparent form of LGBT discrimination. Really brief summary: Amazon.com has removed “adult content” books from their rankings list. That seems like a questionable decision on it’s own, but add to that the fact that their use of the “adult” label is ridiculously inconsistent, and that the rankin
April 10, 2009
THE SENSE OF BEING LOOKED AT
Around the corner, footsteps. A heel
clicking stone. The slosh of loose gravel
and then the no-sound itself conspicuous—
even the crickets hold their breath, hush
their rough legs while deep inside houses
women reading bedtime stories pause
to change their endings, one good wish
at a time. A car sails by with its lights off,
but Elvis on the radio still crooning after all
these years, still young—like nothing’s gone
wrong. When you turn, the trees spring back,
defensive. Th
April 3, 2009
THE MEMORY OF WATER
It can be demonstrated with thermo-
luminescence: the salt solution
retains knowledge of what it once held,
though nature, though logic
would tell it otherwise. Dumb as a bedpan,
the hydrogen bond remembers
the lithium, the sodium chloride no matter
how long distilled. There is so
little purity left in the world. Desire it,
dilute it, strip it down till nothing
remains, onion eyes wept dry, last flake
of the artichoke bit clean,
sour stalk swallowed who
March 30, 2009
I’m proud to announce that my lovely wife and Rattle’s assistant editor Megan O’Reilly Green’s chapbook, The Beaded Curtain, is now available for preorder from Spire Press. We don’t have any cover shots or blurbs yet — frankly, we’re surprised to learn that it’s coming out in June(?); we were thinking it’d probably be the fall. But I can tell you that, in all honesty and with a bit of jealousy, that her collection of poems is better than mine — more thematically tight and polished, each poem f



