I am in here.
Disgusted at the newer poets I found on the bookshelves at the store today — deliberate craziness and obfuscation. They’re trying to be obscure and flighty and too-private-for-you-to-understand. It’s all a formula, I’m convinced. But, they’d say to me, you have to write a certain way to get published. Forget that. Fads are for teenagers, … Continue reading disgusted…
A recent accomplishment I scrubbed the wooden floor in the living room. I wrote a couple of poems. I read Anna Karenina and some Sherlock Holmes. I made a couple of databases. So what are you up to today?
blogfodder asks: If you were a reporter, what would your “beat” be? My beat would be the sound words make when they first hit the air. Ain’t nothin’ else to it…
From William Gibson’s blog: MULTIBABEL OVERDRIVE“IT WAS A VOICE OF THE ABANDONED POSITION AND A JOKE OF THE ABANDONED POSITION” Bruce Sterling just showed this to me: http://www.tashian.com/multibabel/ The sky over the gate was the color of the television, grants a deadguidance. “It as if I do not employ, ” The case intendedsomeone, in order … Continue reading I love what words can do…
white pebble 