Friday, December 03, 2004

 

Take the "What Do You Know About Maureen?" quiz. I found this quiz-making thingy via Tony, whom I sadly know almost nothing about.

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Also, this Saturday, thou shalt go to the Four-Faced Liar and get down with a new installment of Karaoke + Poetry = Fun, and then, after a dinner break, take yourself off to the Bowery Poetry Club, for the second GAMERS launch party. Huzzah!

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Tonight is the launch party for LIT 9. Swing on by! They'll have cheese cubes. Mmm...precious cheese cubes.

Readings by John Hennessy, Sean McNally, Amy Sickels & Chris Tonelli.
Open beer & wine bar, catered snacks, DJ.
FREE! 7-10 PM

New School University
Wollman Hall*
66 West 12th Street
New York, NY 10011

*Enter the 12th Street building, then cross the lobby and the courtyard to the 11th Street building. Take the elevator to the 5th floor, which will open directly into Wollman Hall.

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Thursday, December 02, 2004

 

Blogger's been on the fritz for me the last couple days, but I have braved its madness to bring you this . . .

I am a baby badger! Bow down before my cuteness!

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Monday, November 29, 2004

 

While I was bobbing about on the sea, I appear to have missed Jilly Dybka's new e-chapbook, Fair Territory. I'm making up for that now.

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Mike Snider sent me a Richard Wilbur poem with star-nosed moles in it. Star-nosed moles are extremely poetic. Thanks, Mike!

Praise in Summer

Obscurely but most surely called to praise,
As sometimes summer calls us all, I said
The hills are heavens full of branching ways
Where star-nosed moles fly overhead the dead;
I said the trees are mines in air, I said
See how the sparrow burrows in the sky!
And then I wondered why this mad instead
Perverts our praise to uncreation, why
Such savor's in this wrenching things awry.
Does sense so stale that it must needs derange
The world to know it? To a praiseful eye
Should it not be enough of fresh and strange
That trees grow green, and moles can course in clay,
And sparrows sweep the ceiling of our day?

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Sunday, November 28, 2004

 

Well, I'm back. Here's a picture of me riding a sad, Mexican horse.

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