BOB HOLMAN

The Bass Fiddle

Makes a good shrink in times of crisis

Back in Hove w/ pal David “Pere Ubu” Thomas. We’re at the Coach House in Brighton tonight, w/ Kiersty Boon. David and I spend the morning debating the sun, the afternoon’s crackling static, the usual. He’s a genius. Listen to Pere Ubu’s newest, Lady From Shanghai. You’ll get it. I’m sure.

The Tap in Blaenau Ffestiniog is certainly the Center of the Universe for vitality in language revival. Yesterday’s Extreme Quiz at the jam-packed pub was a riot — intimate, fun, and savory all in one. Earlier, Dewi Prysor and I had gone to pick ramps, garlleg gwanwyn in Welsh (spring garlic). Today I delivered a healthy bundle of the aromatic to Tom Pickard and Gil — just married, congratz! — high atop the moors of Northumberland.

Ears Sound Good

When the day has reached tip point’s slight hesitation
Thintake of breath, settlin agitation
And the moors’ mossy bogwith sheds tarty tear
The thought rises a whalespout — I wish I had me an ear

Here Priscilla Mead, the Angel niece who helped Taylor find his last act, gives the audience at Bowery Poetry 2.0 the how-down highlights.