Monday, March 31, 2008



I've never rooted for UCLA before, but now...

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Happened to spot David Shapiro browsing at my favorite bookstore the other day.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Why haven't I heard more about

David Joel Friedman? Listen to this:

FLUGELHORN


     Zero, said the deadlock. Habeus corpus, said the matter-of-fact. Old, said the tin pan alley.
     With this in mind the sawyer blew out the candle and in the dark rubbed elbows with the carboniferous. And by a shoestring guise he awakened the sentiment of the old confabulator. Please, said the touchstone, touch me. Please, said the touch, a plea. An apple if you will, sir, said the halibut. Until at last it was one fish talking to another, and the bubbles rose to the surface. And the flood huddled in the wings, where the trap was, pulled by horses, spun in a genuine conglomerate of seed; like the scree of a metaphor, when you have hugged and pinched it. Like a flugelhorn.

(from The Welcome, University of Illinois Press)

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Shout out to Derby

Now that I've installed my Big-Brother-in-a-can (a.k.a. StatCounter), I can learn all sorts of interesting things about the people who stumble onto this blog.

To the English gentleman or gentlewoman who was looking for "Michael Palin poetry", I hope you eventually found what you were looking for, and that you weren't too disappointed in what you found here instead. (Does Michael Palin even write poetry?)

By the way, if you google "'Michael Palin' poetry", this site will come up 9th out of 48,100!

Monday, March 24, 2008

My understanding of how certain respiratory diseases are transmitted is admittedly unenlightened. Eh, what can ya do?

Dude, the world is not your blog

That's what I would like to have said to a certain audience member at the poetry reading I just got home from. At the end of the reading, this person felt compelled to offer his critique of the poet's distinctive reading style. "Can I offer a comment?" he said. Yeesh. As far as I'm concerned, if your poems kick ass, you can read them however the hell you want to. Hers do, and she does.

NaPoWriMo

is something in which I will be participating. It can be learned about in detail here.

Hint: it is not the name of a trendy New York neighborhood.