hi, i'm interested in shaving, is that a service your company offers?
Penulis : Unknown on Thursday, 20 November 2008 | 11:43
Thursday, 20 November 2008
New additions to the blogroll! Check them out!
Popsicle Cake (Maggie Beauvais) In the Library With the Wrench (Heather Christle) Two Birds (Lily Laedwig) Phyllis (Jeannie Hoag) Orange, Black & White. Green Eyes. (Anjali Khosla Mullany) Blog to Nowhere (Catherine Lacey) Modern Safari (Soffi Stiassni) Yellow Redneck Blues (James Yeh)
counter argument to one line in the poem "eh is right" which is below this post right now but may not be in the future
Penulis : Unknown on Tuesday, 18 November 2008 | 07:14
Tuesday, 18 November 2008
And anyway, "gift economy" getting a bad rap in the poem is just because the poem is about the idea of "two people," and sometimes pairs really hate crowds.
when you say lightning bug, you mean a cloud with the flu?
Penulis : Unknown on Saturday, 15 November 2008 | 13:27
Saturday, 15 November 2008
EH IS RIGHT
Drop me off first. Then spend the night
in the parking lot of the funeral home
where two of these men dropped a casket
almost, got it back up, then high-fived.
Amateur opera singers do their own makeup.
The higher you go, the more your face gets
installed. Then it dries and waits for your
approval. I keep getting submitted to
withdrawal. We all say things none of us
believe, like "gift economy." Or "wait."
Each surface is buffed by the quality of
sleep available there. Certain people you
care about and then I care about you
a lot more. Antique vendors swarm the
house for what the significant didn't want.
The owner of a go-kart track urges his
friends to help him build a fire-resistant
tower around everything he loves, which was
not the original plan. "Make it about more
than one thing," I told you, and then you
told me I told you, and I felt stupid.
The fireman pours shampoo on a robin
and washes it up in his red bucket hat.
Tell me how you really feel and if it
helps, I'll pretend that you're asleep.
Drop me off first. Then spend the night
in the parking lot of the funeral home
where two of these men dropped a casket
almost, got it back up, then high-fived.
Amateur opera singers do their own makeup.
The higher you go, the more your face gets
installed. Then it dries and waits for your
approval. I keep getting submitted to
withdrawal. We all say things none of us
believe, like "gift economy." Or "wait."
Each surface is buffed by the quality of
sleep available there. Certain people you
care about and then I care about you
a lot more. Antique vendors swarm the
house for what the significant didn't want.
The owner of a go-kart track urges his
friends to help him build a fire-resistant
tower around everything he loves, which was
not the original plan. "Make it about more
than one thing," I told you, and then you
told me I told you, and I felt stupid.
The fireman pours shampoo on a robin
and washes it up in his red bucket hat.
Tell me how you really feel and if it
helps, I'll pretend that you're asleep.
you'll undress me in that tone, young man
Penulis : Unknown on Wednesday, 12 November 2008 | 18:36
Wednesday, 12 November 2008
Like a blueberry of hope, the new web journal SIR! has at long last released its first issue. The good news is that despite the delay, the issue is absolutely fabulous. Really good poems and strange, arresting little narrative joints from these folk:
Chad Reynolds, Noah Falck, Blake Butler, Scott Garson, Mike Young (hi), Juliet Cook, Brooklyn Copeland,
Rauan Klassnik, Peter Berghoef, Elisa Gabbert, Ryan Walsh, Carl Annarummo, Peter Schwartz, Zachary Schomburg & Emily Kendall Frey, Sean Kilpatrick, Julia Cohen, Charles Lennox, Shane Jones,Spencer Troxell, Brandon Hobson, Nicolle Elizabeth, Nathan Logan, and William Walsh.
It's an awesome new online journal. Really. I just came home from talking about Virginia Woolf and read the whole thing. Good work, Brian Foley!
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