Sunday, April 04, 2004
i'm going to be obsessing about the cat
for a little while... bear with me...
go to Reading
read Ars Poetica in Time of War
in fact, read
the whole piece on the present mess and the new old dylan...
...and he knows what the ellipsis
Saturday, April 03, 2004
Allan Poe Action FigureThis
5' tall, hard plastic Edgar Allan Poe Action Figure captures the
father of the modern horror story in stark black and white with
a hauntingly pale complexion and a removable plastic raven. Pose
him on your bookshelf next to your volumes of his poetry and prose.
Comes with cool Poe info on the back.
else was big in '65?
(a pretty good year... that... but not
because it was my freshman-sophomore year at jchs)
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
But you're doin' it againBob
Dylan's Subterranean Homesick Blues
hit the charts on this
day in 1965... at 39... rose to 8...
happy birthday George
Yet, though Thou troublest me, I must be meek ;
In weakness must be stout :
Well, I will change the service, and go seek
Some other master out.
Ah, my dear God ! though I am clean forgot,
Let me not love Thee, if I love Thee not.
walked the trail this morning with no
pain in the pods... ground is still saturated but there were no
puddles on the path... not much poop either... nice day... time
to start thinking about school... again
Friday, April 02, 2004
and we're the lucky beneficiaries of
a bird-brained L a u g h i n
g ~ K n e e s Whenever
the Barn Swallows swoop past my head for the first time in the
year I know that Spring has returned for sure. On my way along
the river to the sports club yesterday the liquid chortling and
twittering of this first harbinger of Spring spun out of the grey,
rainy air like cotton candy, a taste of what was to come. The
next moment the daredevil eye drop of its lean, indigo and rust
body, wings cutting the air like scissors, flashed past my head
and dove to within a finger's breadth above the water's surface.
It banked and disappeared in the bend of the river.
... and a good view of the egret
Tofte ProjectThe key
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and all who will be impacted by its construction and existence.
This immersive tour will allow you to discover the principles
of sustainable architecture through exploration of the cabin's
design and construction, as well as take an in-depth look at its
1. monday for the cat
2. bookshelves... shifting... dusting... sorting
3. frank o'hara's voice... the
voice of the poet series
dylan's mushy "middle years"
5. next to last toe on the left foot
6. school work
has a new front page for april... posted a bunch of
pictures from my walk the other day... i think the cover of edson's
A Stone Is Nobody's is his best... at least that i've seen...
strong red text on a steel grey paper... great use of his strange
started to walk this morning... but it
hurt... so i came home to soak it... and think some more about
Thursday, April 01, 2004
... once lost... now found
so the vet says this cat is good for
surgery... and i ask if given her age it's worth the stress the
wear&tear the risk... and the vet says "if it were my cat
i wouldn't hesitate to have it done"... but what else would
you expect... don't steer me wrong doc... so i'm thinking about
it... but the thought of having it done is pretty bothersome...
but i'm thinking about it... it's giving me the back & forth blues
and traci... our favorite tengrrl...
has a bunch of ideas...Ten
National Poetry Month Activities
o canada's got one too...National
... and they get to do it in french... the lucky
an alternative view from Charles Bernstein...
National Poetry Month As SuchNational
Poetry Month is sponsored by the Academy of American Poets, an
organization that uses its mainstream status to exclude from its
promotional activities much of the formally innovative and 'otherstream'
poetries that form the inchoate heart of the art of poetry. The
Academy's activities on behalf of National Poetry Month tend to
focus on the most conventional of contemporary poetry; perhaps
a more accurate name for the project might be National Mainstream
Poetry Month. Then perhaps we could designate August as National
Unpopular Poetry Month.
maybe i'll sit here and soak my sore
well... here we are... National
again... i'd like to celebrate by staging a public
reading of the complete fyp
out on highway 176 at the hawley street split... right there by
the gazebo... but maybe i won't...
Wednesday, March 31, 2004
riley dog's gone 404
and when i have too many books... yes
it is possible for me to have too many books... i can't think
what to do with them except to give them away... the ones i know
i'll never read again... the ones i know i won't care to pick
up and fondle again... yes i'm a longtime wayback book fondler...
and when i have all these too
many books... i should give them away... but no one in my neighborhood
cares for them... i think very few people we actually know in
our day to day... very few of these people we love actually read
books... or would care to read any of the books i have read...
i need to make a list... of books
i will release... i need to let everyone know they can have some
books that used to be mine...
just back from the vet with the cat...
for the annual onceover... vet said "she certainly doesn't
look her age"... vet said "this here on her face is
some kind of tumor"... vet wants to take it off... vet said
"we should clean her teeth too"... vet clipped her back
nails for the first time in her life... said "geriatric cats
keep growing their nails but the casings don't come off as easily
and sometimes get infected, but hers looks fine"... clip
clip clip... so...
now... i knew it... but she don't act like no old lady cat...
unless you count these really lazy mornings when i'm up and at
it while she just lays around watching my busyness...
after her shots and the blood draw... on the way
out... lady at the desk says "she's a very quiet cat... didn't
make a sound in the back room"... i said "well... she
has her moments"
see tomorrow whether or not we'll move forward with the lump removal
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
and this just after reading ashbery's
"the invisible avant-garde"...
all this syncrunchousness... john latta's
reflecting on dylan and ashbery over at Hotel
to the lyrics, Dylan's way of nailing the commonest American sententiousness
right down in the tender middles of unforgettable songs, I keep
thinking that the better "house poet" for the Rolling
Thunder tour would've been, not Ginsberg, but John Ashbery. It's
Ashbery who shares th'aesthetic of thievery and pilferage, of
the radical refurbishing of the spoken near-cliché, all
that detritus that swirls about pretty much "unheard"
unless put into relation with something beyond its usual orbit.
been listening to one of my two Bob Dylan Bootlegs
... if you count my problematically
burnt copy of the five genuine basement tapes disks as the other
one... because i've been reading clinton heylin's revised bio...
and i'd been ripping through the early albums for a bit... so
here's a quick leap to the future (Pure Heat's taken from the
spring of '97)... and i think it's ok... perfectly fine for me...
interesting to read the critical fan battle over at the Dylan Base
i just like dylan... dylan dylan dylan... i like his journey in
the music... i like that i've been around for most of it...
Monday, March 29, 2004
weather report... ground round here is
saturated... we had puddles to leap... spillways to ford this
morning... soaked my shoes... cool and blue right now but more
rain is expected later today...
more from Eugene
on his birthday...
COURAGE AFTER SIXTY
Now it is certain.
There is no
No secret to be found.
With the mind's winnowed learning...
john gardner quote... weekly from adam
walter at the
"Fiction in MSS""When
I was a child--I mean between, say, eight and fifteen--my favorite
magazine in the world, and possibly the only magazine I knew of,
was the SATURDAY EVENING POST. (There is still a magazine by that
name, but in my opinion it shouldn't be confused with the SATURDAY
EVENING POST.) What was wonderful about the POST was that it really
had stories. Plots. Characters. Interesting places and occupations.
Some of the stories were perhaps a little low-class, like the
ones about Tugboat Annie, for instance; but some of them were
by people like William Faulkner, J.D. Salinger, and Kurt Vonnegut.
All of them, low-class or not, had one dependable quality: they
were stories. People in them set out after things, encountered
difficulties, and either won in the end or lost. I don't say that's
the only kind of fiction I like, but for me it's the main continent
of fiction, and everything else gets its bearings and directions
from that vast solidity...."
a writer I think nothing is harder than this kind of story--the
necessity of making everything believable, slipping in all the
necessary details without ever being caught at it, and, worst
of all, finding a story worth telling in the first place, a story
that's not old-hat or cheaply predictable or so original that
it strikes the reader as goofy.... All so-called 'experimental
fiction' is child's play beside this--which is not to deny that
experimental fiction can be interesting."
found these three in my school inbox...
demagnify gsa inquiry
crypt harrison clever blackberry
literal about lithography
curfew capella upholstery mouth
platitudinous unify dictionary
morgen chalice cadenza
spoken prof omicron
belove defunct outlandish
daisy hellish crony
chard tiny arctangent
t j b l
u g archive
finish your phrase