cool graphics for our upcoming event...

... wonder if they need any firey cool carmelite poets...

NPR : A Conversation with Poet John Ashbery

reading calvino's if on a winter's night a traveller... not listening to enough music... waiting for something... someone... cold coffee... that perfect moment to chop out the old garden... pictures... monsters... and barthes' "the death of the author"... and about to begin the iceman cometh... strangely uninterested... watched most of the horse whisperer with jay last night...who said o to look that good at seventy...and i said we will, jay, we will... thinking if only we can get ahold of that cinematographer... discovered the haskell wexler audio commentary on the cheap... standard format yuck... who's afraid of virginia woolf? dvd... and it's a hoot...

i'm thinking that chip kidd's poster for National Poetry Month is one of the best ever...

eros(ion)

what's with blogger... yesterday this one wouldn't go... today it's fyp... what's with blogger

at last... one of my students understands my true identity...

To me, the stanza itself is like a miniature poem, it can be stand-alone, or it can be used like Legos. By stacking them upon on another, one could create a super-poem, or an even better metaphor would be the seperate parts of Voltron, and when you combine all the stanzas, different in each of it's own respective way, yet all fitting together, until they do form the ultimate-fighting machine, or in fact, the ultimate-poem, Poemtron.

"Let's go Poemtron force!"

American Literature... a teacher's site

Dead or Alive?

Fairy Shrimp

New Fairy Shrimp Species Found in Idaho

alright... i'm supposed to be elsewhere... but i'm done with that... now looking at the far end of this classroom... i notice the books i set up as samples for the sophomores who are beginning to design book jackets for huckleberry finn... those books over there are propped up like a raggedy fence... full of color and interest... if i were a student i'd want to pick them up... how much of the world's color is there... the bright blue sky on ryman's WAS... the aquamarine of the gulf of mexico for fuentes' The Old Gringo... the blood red smudge of larry rivers' What Did I Do?... the foggy pale brown ash of aidan chambers' Postcards from No Man's Land... if i were a sophomore i'd want to make some of this beautiful stuff... of my own...

at dp TODAY... Poetry Daily: John Latta, "Umbrage"...

Smack in midst of sun-

Stain'd badlands...

The New York Times > Theater > Critic's Notebook: The Mother of Us All (All of Us Modernists)...
She made stage directions into dialogue and spoken dialogue into songlike rhymes. An act or scene could be a sentence long. She used nonsense poetry and drawing-room declamation. She was a comic artist, even when the subject was serious. A jester who created her own court.

just this moment finished the third quarter grading... feel like a weary old dog... sorta

SOCRATIC SEMINARS

The Christian Century Magazine: Good Work...
Yes, Berry is a farmer and not a pastor. How are we to read him as a pastoral theologian when he has an ambiguous connection with the church? Berry is technically a member of New Castle Baptist Church, where he was baptized; he attends worship with his wife, Tanya, at Port Royal Baptist Church. He remembers going to church as a boy with his grandfather, and now his own grandchildren attend with him. But while Tanya is a church deacon and a board member at the new Kentucky Baptist Seminary in Lexington, Berry's relationship to the church may be more like that of his fictional character Jayber Crow, who attends church but sits in the back pew.