Sunday, January 30, 2005

Over the last five years I have spent a good deal of time landscaping the yard where I live. However, there is a small section, 8 feet by 9 feet, which I have left to its own devices.
posted at 8:27 PM

Electronic Literature Organization - Directory... via san diego ppoetry guild
posted at 4:00 PM

Growing Nation: An Interview with Robert Motherwell by John Cage...
Everybody needed everybody and they needed someone else.

is jstempleman channelling cage & motherwell... or?
posted at 3:50 PM

i will turn and go now to those papers the seniors wrote in class the other day. i will be astonished by their insight. their profound analytical acumen. i will mark them all 9. i will wake from this dream feeling fresh and accomplished.

learned at mass this morning after a reading of the beatitudes that god's way and the world's are two different ways. but why must they be. why must this god be so completely other. and the world be so completely other. i don't think these are necessary limits. just the way we always find it. make it. coupled with this need to leap tall dichotomies in a single bound.

while the ground beneath our feet is cold hard white and slippery as any true thing.
posted at 10:39 AM

On "Index"... paul violi... 1987...
With regard to formal considerations, how much is a deliberate choice and how much just happens I can't say, but when I do use such forms I assume I'm employing a simple metaphor, a familiar if not trite context yet a very accessible one, by which I don't mean to celebrate the ordinary but to subvert it.
posted at 9:28 AM


Saturday, January 29, 2005

The windows of my two exam rooms face a weedy rock ledge.
posted at 10:11 PM

aren't you tired of it... why don't you finish it... they wondered what happened next when i stopped reading the pome because it was done... the phrase was "there's a phone for voices... why not a phone for..." (that pome i used to open the 03 index)... they wanted more but that's all they got...

this morning i went shopping with luchi from lima peru... we went to the teacher's toolbox but it wasn't open... so then to kohls where we couldn't find anything... then target where we could... and back to the teacher store where she picked up a cartload and i nabbed a few maps and box of chisel-pointed staples...
posted at 9:41 PM

"'Let's face it, I don't think there's a single one of us who didn't want to be a rock star when we grew up,' Boyle said with a laugh.
posted at 7:56 PM

EOAGH: A Journal of the Arts... via tex files
posted at 2:12 PM

Though he's been asked often whether he has a favorite of the photos, Gilbert can't pick just one of the poet who could so plainly convey the confused and emotional thoughts of the time.
posted at 1:53 PM

The family farm: Can it really work?
"Some things on American farms have not changed much throughout the years, and a chief one is that farming is a great deal of work." Jager continues, "To choose to farm is to be committed to living within a world framed by farm work to be done, farm chores to be attended to, farm discipline to be internalized * indeed, committed to the intrinsic value of work as an unspoken source of life's dignity."
posted at 1:41 PM

suzanne has been stalking the frost... and comes back with some gorgeous trophies... wish i had some windows that worked like that
posted at 12:59 PM


Friday, January 28, 2005

How To Make Paper - Homemade Papermaking (thanks, suzanne)
posted at 3:18 PM

in fact. i wouldn't mind starting to learn how to make my own paper. how would i go about doing that. maybe the summer.
posted at 12:49 PM

watch yur puntuation brutha...

The following documents are available in pretty good, cheap, home-made paper versions.

which doesn't mean what it says... the paper is store-bought... not home-made... i will correct soon... but what should it be...?

...pretty, good, cheap, home-made, paper versions.

...pretty good, cheap home-made, paper versions.

...pretty good for cheap, home-made, paper versions.

...pretty good for cheap, home-made, pa(per)versions.

so. many. choices.

posted at 12:47 PM

they are writing about hardy. the convergence of the twain. they are having thoughts about it. would it be better if the thoughts were having them. that's how it usually goes with me. i accept no responsibility where thinking is concerned. i do not know the man. bu there they are trying to answer a question in this near silence. just me banging on these keys. analyze how the poetic devices convey the speaker's attitude toward the sinking of the ship. analyze how yr mother spoke that last critical syllable just as you closed the door. analyze yr silent father. analyze yr blue jeans. welcome to carmel. we appreciate you.
posted at 9:40 AM


Thursday, January 27, 2005

just... struck. dumb. by chris murray's enthusiastic response to the fyp first line index .03... golly... jeepers...
posted at 10:52 PM

Guardian Unlimited Books | Poetry for beginners...
School curriculums are generally based on a heady mix of Shakespearean sonnets and the 'What passing-bells for those who die as cattle?' school of poems that led Blackadder's squadron commander Lord Flashheart to declare 'I'm sick of this damn war: the blood, the noise, the endless poetry.'
posted at 8:46 PM

cat continues to rip hell out of any paper that falls (intentionally or not) to the floor... such complete ecstasy in deconstructing the one big into the many bits...
posted at 7:00 PM

Vietnam War Retrospective: Music
posted at 3:59 PM

Emily Dickinson: An Oerview
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Wednesday, January 26, 2005

Literature, Arts, and Medicine Database
posted at 2:43 PM

Anita Rust: His Immortal Words... wonderful weather-worn words
posted at 12:03 PM

Author Interviews by Don Swaim
posted at 8:05 AM


Tuesday, January 25, 2005

Emphasizing Wisdom Instead of Utility; Seeking Wholeness in the Raising of Our Children
posted at 8:39 PM

happy birthday... Etta James... 1938
posted at 1:18 PM

happy birthday... Virginia Woolf ... 1882...
The streets of London have their map; but our passions are uncharted.
posted at 1:12 PM


Monday, January 24, 2005

tried to goose some conversation this morning among the apes on the subject of The Ordinary... its function, use, and transformation in our recent thre books by shaw, chekhov and woolf... some poking an prodding found us in unusual territory... hard with some to get past "the ordinary is boring... this book was boring... q.e.d."

the ordinary is the invisible... is the bulk of our living... to which we are blind...
posted at 12:31 PM

Paula's Snowingo... makes me wonder where mine went... think i left them back in joliet... abandonned flamingos... not good karma...
posted at 8:18 AM


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