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2005-08-13, 5:14 p.m.:
What I really want, actually, is an office installed in a container in my yard. This would be so cool as to make up for living in Backwater, USA ... Someday I plan to have this thing. Or bust. ... And to live in the former dancehall/former brothel/former African-American YWCA (yes, all one and the same building) by the railroad tracks and South Boulder Creek, one county over. The only problem is its alleged haunting. That don't go down so good wit' me. 1 comments
2005-08-13, 2:13 p.m.:
Let really bad poetry (and I mean really, really bad) "pool in thick glee at [your] feet." From the exegesis of my favorite really bad poem on the page:
So that we have 100% straight: this poem is set around a pool with the consistency of warm honey. I understand that there isn't any actual pool, that the pool is a metaphor for anticipation. At the end of the poem, we're presented with Matthew's choice ... Does he gaze longingly at the pool or does he dive into it? Now, if you recall, this pool represents anticipation. I mention this because I think Matthew forgot. Later, Matthew refers to the pool as "the sweetness of your longing." If you can pause in your vomiting for just a second, I'll propose that it might be his lover's anticipation that formed the pool. I guess the diving is supposed to be the end of the anticipation? ... The jumping image doesn't work. You can jump into your lover's waiting arms. You cannot jump into their anticipation. Maybe it would work better if he drank from the Anticipation Pool? Ick. 0 comments
2005-08-10, 10:44 a.m.:
Just one of the things I love about the Internet. You have your kendo suburi diary, you have your cycling diary. I do enjoy reading about people's daily devotion to their chosen tasks, even tasks Ican't share. (Latter makes me want torescue my Scwinn hybrid from its free-hang hell on the garage ceiling, though. How safe is it to ride with a baby?) Baby monitor keeps picking up low-flying UFOs or something. (It's hard to type without a space key. Attukai just pulled it off when I went to refill my coffee.) 0 comments
2005-08-09, 12:47 p.m.:
Straight from the mouth of Jesus' own general. 0 comments
2005-08-06, 3:11 p.m.:
Don't think of it as dying, think of it as a really long time caught in the transporter buffer: James Doohan, 'Star Trek's' Scotty, dead (Yeah, I know it's old news but I just thought of that amazing bon mot, which will only be understood by Trekkies anyway.) 0 comments
2005-08-05, 5:26 p.m.:
Also. And and and (This is amazing). 0 comments
2005-08-05, 2:20 p.m.:
Reading poems online all day, till my eyes pop out. They have. Read this (also this). And this. And this. And of course of course you must read this. Enjoy. P.S. I am going to publish my chapbook, The Language of Exile (new and used stuff), because it won Honorable Mention in a chap contest. I am both excited and terrified and in the market for cover art. 0 comments
2005-07-27, 12:23 p.m.:
What could possibly be better than a good (read: bad) back-translation?
Thanks to my brother for providing this one (from the Chinese) of Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith. 0 comments
2005-07-23, 5:29 p.m.:
Sugar bowl, fleur-de-lys, ginger, porticullus, corridor, tumbler, chalice, church, querida, tendril, Tehanu, mahalo, namaste, nimmer, glimmer, glitterati, glamour, gloaming, loaming, lowing, rivulet, riven, fiddle, far-flung, teaspoon, bassoon, timpani, clandestine, tureen, chocolate, caramel, Carvel, Camelot, Astolat, Shalott, dolor, dolorous, Dolorous Gard, Lancelot, lacy, fallow, timorous, luminescent, parchment, farfalle, foolscap, brood, brooch, trailhead, aviary.
How �bread� sounds like what it is: earth-solid, simple. 0 comments
2005-07-21, 12:28 a.m.:
This is all thanks to Frances:
I think I'm in love: the quilt of my dreams.
And my favorite new, coolest new place: the craftster blog. 0 comments
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