Sunday, May 16, 2004
why are people put off?
the same question as
why are people intimidated?
i don't know... but it's a good
question... i myself and personally like short poems because i
have next to no concentration span and it's my own damn fault...
so i myself and personally write really and/or moderately short
poems... because i wouldn't have the nerve to read them back to
myself if they were long... i wrote a long one
once and probably never will again...
no one should especially ever write long poems if they're kind
of nonsensical... that's just too much... unles yr frank o'hara
or someone of that breed... which is rare... but i myself and
personally would never offer a long and somewhat nonsensical poem
to the poetry reading crowd because it's just too much...
(and o...thanks for the appreciative
mention, suzanne... i'm looking forward to yr thoughts on poems
long short and otherwise)
o... go click on that passage below...
you'll get a healthy dose of kurt vonnegut's bad attitude... which
i've always enjoyed... immensely... wishing we lived a world where
it just weren't necessary... but we don't... and it is...
Saturday, May 15, 2004
me too, kiddo...me too...
closely when i get the time... sometime next month probably...
hors d'oeuvres:As a child of seven or eight, I used to experience
an incredible thrill whenever I opened a Nancy Drew mystery to
a page containing an italicized sentence. The sentence-something
like "There, in the rafters of the abandoned barn, hung a
satchel marked with the letters J. A. L."
What thrills, of course, in both Joan Mitchell and
Carolyn Keene, is difference. Mere reception is not enough-discernment
(of the italicized sentence lifting "out" of the romanized
prose field, of the fuchsia spray lifting "out" of the
olive ground) is the constitutive act. The frisson is the body's
recognition of its own constituting. Two thoughts. One is a claim
that the writing (text) is always the site of a spatial organization
as much as it is one of a temporal duration. Lines mark the thrust
of a poem's desire for stasis, atemporality, but the thrust is
unstoppable, what is being enacted in the line (most handily,
in the conventionally syntactical line) is a duration of meanings.
Time and space in the poem interpenetrate, carouse, perform a
different dance of difference-now immobile, now thrusting.
Friday, May 14, 2004
Misunderestimated Man - How Bush chose stupidity. By Jacob WeisbergIf Bush isn't exactly the moron
he sounds, his synaptic misfirings offer a plausible proxy for
the idiocy of his presidency.
)... o... this is so mean-spirited... the man is such
an easy target... i'd never say this... but i'm kind of happy
someone did... and don't go calling me a knee-jerk bush-hater...
i'm no hater of anyone... though i may be a knee-jerk... of sorts
bell just beeped... ending class for
the class of '04... now we've got a week of final exams, graduation
rehearsal... and the big event a week from sunday
Thursday, May 13, 2004
but maybe Samuel
would approve... happy birthday, old coot...
... pretty stupid
Wednesday, May 12, 2004
I believe in
the American dream
but things are never quite
what they seem
Everything is wrong... everything
williams on the fine album world without tears
syrup linked to diabetes: Epidemic reflects rise in refined sugars.The study shows that the amount
of corn syrup people ate started rocketing at roughly the time
the low-fat health message was being broadcast. 'Never before
have people eaten so much highly refined carbohydrates and led
such a sedentary lifestyle,' says Ludwig.
Many nutritionists now advocate a diet that avoids
refined carbohydrates in favour of wholegrain alternatives. They
also promote the choice of healthy fats, such as vegetable oils
rather than animal fats, as well as fruits, vegetables and frequent
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Monday, May 10, 2004
ok i'm tired of sitting here with papers...
i want my students back... i want some conversation... even though
it's 26 to 3 and the day is done or nearly... we're all comatose
by now... but i want my ap my worldlit back... i know they don't
miss me as i miss them... i know they're not thinking of me at
all... right now... but that's ok
has changed their interface... some things i like some things
i don't... o well...
have i mentioned lately how much i love
listening now to Best of the
Songbooks: The Ballads... best is right... at the moment she's
sliding through "do nothing till you hear from me"...
and i was sitting here in my empty classroom reading student papers
(today is senior ditch day)... and i was thumped on the brain
by all this useful beauty...
(vulgar language at the link below...
don't go there if yr a sensitive soul... don't complain to me
if you do)Humiliation
and shame, it seems, are to pave the road to democracy. Who stands
(some vulgar language here too... how
could there not be on this matter? avert your eyes...)
Sympathy for Lynndie England
at The Pinocchio Theory...
And now those pictures have been published, and you are the most
infamous woman in the world; and they're going to throw the book
at you, and basically you have no future and no hope. But of course
somebody has to take the fall; and of course it will never be
the people who imagined it, who organized it, who trained you
in it, who told you to do it, and whose dreams of conquering and
looting the world you were never really privy to. They can't be
blamed, so it has to be somebody like you, who was poor and without
prospects to begin with. No matter how deeply you felt that esprit
de corps, you never were a member of that elite, and you never
would be; you were expendable from the beginning, and your life
is the price our rulers are happily willing to pay, as they pursue
their program of conquest and domination.
Reiter at SpiralBridgeWhile fishing for blues I caught a ling. What's
a ling? A ling is what you catch if you miss
school of blues by ten feet. I caught a ling
while writing in the pentameter.
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