Gotta peek at one of Ugly Duckling's latest -- Small Poems, by Yuko Otomo. It's beautiful, tiny, elegant, cute. No bigger than an index card, and bound at the top like a sketch pad.
I've got tooooo much! Poetry to write, poetry to revise, poetry to read. Especially revise: I have all these half-done chapbooky things lying around -- love flarf, NaPoWriMo, painting poems, drunken sailor poems, alphabet poems. I get ideas for new projects before the old ones are complete. And there's a mad thought in my head telling me to put together a full-length manuscript -- if only for the practice.
I really should finish up the Love Flarf book. I have all the materials to print up the finished chap, and only about half the poems done. Maybe making some headway on this will be my weekend project.
Systems of Resistance
I begin the material upgrade: Frisbee.
But land is insufficiently flexible,
Doesn't take you as you are,
Make any room, and so
The drunken sailor doesn't like the part where,
Having flung himself in air,
He comes down again.
Air he likes fine, water better.
The resistance it gives you
Sends you elsewhere,
But contours itself to the person you are.
This element treats you as an individual.
Earth, on the other hand, is too much
The same for everyone: flat and dim.
The drunken sailor won't change it.
Nobody, no matter how drunk, ever will.
This month's fiction:
The Third Policeman by Flann O'Brien
Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol
Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh
Howard's End by E.M. Forster
This month's poetry:
The Changing Light at Sandover by James Merrill
American Linden by Matthew Zapruder
Unrelated Individuals Forming a Group Waiting to Cross by Mark Yakich
The Book of Funnels by Christian Hawkey
Percapella by Cristopher Connelly and Daniel Nester
This month's nonfiction:
a wee volume introducing the aesthetic philosophy of R.G. Collingwood