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2006-02-24, 6:33 p.m.:
Shizuka took gold; there is no good news from the elementary school in Guinsaugon village, The Philippines; my knees gave out and I found out I have a (not uncommon, not incapacitating) condition called patellofemoral syndrome and so I'm barely mobile right now; my baby started pulling himself up and just standing there for awhile, a little bobble-y (though nothing like the ladies' long program last night); I decided I want at least one of my sons to grow up like Johnny "I'm not Jesus" Weir; my book was printed and was dumped on my doorstep today in two small ups boxes. That's the news in a nutshell. (And The New Hampshire Review's new, 2nd issue came out and looks lovely once again. I'm proud to have a poem in there. And contributor copies arrived of Backwards City Review, which I have to say (again, again) is an astonishingly interesting and well-produced little magazine. I love reading comics amidst poetry amidst stories amidst Jonathan Lethem being a big old sillyhead. And I ADORE the robot/donut cover. I just wish this picture could instead have been the design for my life's movie poster. Because so many donuts and robots are involved ("Is there a robot heaven?"), because I am all for anything not Kr@spy Kr@me in origin. Oh, and just because.)
OH, and we also have a new installment of Town Preacher Marquee Dept. (... week of 2/19/06) but alack for me, I can't remember it. The medium-term memory is really the first to go. You can order my chapbook straight from my publisher, Main Street Rag, or via PayPal from me. Just write for particulars. Of course, as I've said and said and said, I am really, really interested in doing chapbook exchanges with other poets and others of their ilk. You can even send me weird random little creations, honky-tonk-hero playing cards, hand jewelry that confers magical powers (as well as great beauty) on the wearer, exo-galactic shrimp manifestos, drawrings. I love drawrings. 0 comments
2006-02-20, 6:00 p.m.:
The thing I need to know about, the important thing to have come out right.
The thing I can barely keep myself from Googling. But I do want to be surprised. About the bronze, at least (Russians will take gold, Americans silver, that's a given).
Crazy mixed up etc. in which some people are floating across ice while others are just hoping to take that next breath and see the sky again. And I am waiting for news in a warm house. 0 comments
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