Peony Envy

I have peony-envy. Check out the object of my jealousy here.

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Seriously, our peonies are doing quite well this year. We have two bushes: one is pink and the other is reddish-pink, and they are both doubles. I staked them up in time before they could flop over in the rain. Dean cut a gorgeous bloom the other day and it has been opening on the kitchen table. A lovely fragrance each morning. I love how the little seed head forms in the very center. Very erotic.

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I was at KF's house the other evening for poetry group, and she had three huge gorgeous garnet-colored peonies together in a vase on the kitchen table.

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"Peony Envy." Hmmm. Perhaps a poem title?

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Cancer (June 22-July 22)
Your traits: compassionate, energetic, intuitive and imaginative. Your sensitivity, loyalty and organizational skills make you an excellent caregiver.

Compatible jobs: Tap into your nurturing nature with a job in *healthcare*, social work, psychology or teaching. You might also consider a career in law, where your desire to protect and defend others would be put to good use.

Famously successful Cancers: Diana, Princess of Wales, Nelson Mandela, Nelson Rockefeller.

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A friend sent me this . . .

pic of a bookshop in Prague. Maybe someday I will go there:

What I've been reading:

Ripening, Paul Hunter: wonderful poems of farming and the land.

Brief Weather & I Guess a Sort of Vision, Anthony Robinson: I love how this book is formatted sideways compared to most books, and includes commentary about the poems on the backs of the pages. Fun stuff.

Ploughshares, ed Edward Hirsch: a lot of good work here. My favorite: Nicholas Christopher's "14 rue Serpentine." Wow.

The Anteroom of Paradise, Bruce Bond

Harmless Medicine, Justin Chin

Dance From Inside My Bones, Lana Hechtman Ayers: "This Rose-Shaped Scar" is devastating.

Ripple Effect, Elaine Equi (I have blogged about this before).

embryoyo, Dean Young

A Primer on Parallel Lives, Dan Gerber: wonderful Zen/nature poems.

Three Fables, Stringfellow Barr & Jennifer Borges Foster: a wonderful erased poem made from an old fairy tale.

For Love of Common Words, Steve Scafidi

Blackbird and Wolf, Henri Cole: the bookjacket says these poems are "neither confessional nor abstract." I would argue they are a little of both.

China Basin, Clemens Starck: he writes beautifully of labor and the work of hands.

Traveling Incognito, Clemens Stark: ditto

The Light at the Edge, Marilyn Chandler McEntyre

Vellum, Matt Donovan: beautiful long-lined poems. Winner of the Bread Loaf Prize.

A Fiddle Pulled from the Throat of a Sparrow, Noah Eli Gordon: horrible author photo; beautiful poems. Ellipitcal, disjunctive, but they work for the most part.

Earlier Poems, Franz Wright: he was dark and depressing even back then (no surprise), but these are amazing poems. I love his stuff.

This Year You Write Your Novel, Walter Mosely : and this year I hope I will.

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Dean and I spent most of the long weekend working in the yard.
Sweet William:
Dean's lettuce bed:
Some roses: Our tomato cages (made from pig wire this year):

The Wound Dresser

Memorial Day, and the news from Iraq is so discouraging, so disheartening. All the suffering that the Iraqi civilians and our own troops are going through. The wounds will take a long time to heal. Who will be our wound dresser? Who will be our white-haired Walt?


The Wound-Dresser
by Walt Whitman

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An old man bending I come among new faces,
Years looking backward resuming in answer to children,
Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens that love me,
(Aroused and angry, I'd thought to beat the alarum, and urge relentless war,
But soon my fingers failed me, my face drooped and I resigned myself,
To sit by the wounded and soothe them, or silently watch the dead;)
Years hence of these scenes, of these furious passions, these chances,
Of unsurpassed heroes, (was one side so brave? the other was equally brave;)
Now be witness again, paint the mightiest armies of earth,
Of those armies so rapid so wondrous what saw you to tell us?
What stays with you latest and deepest? of curious panics,
Of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?

II

O maidens and young men I love and that love me,
What you ask of my days those the strangest and sudden your talking recalls,
Soldier alert I arrive after a long march covered with sweat and dust,
In the nick of time I come, plunge in the fight, loudly shout in the rush of
successful charge,
Enter the captured works -yet lo, like a swift running river they fade,
Pass and are gone they fade -I dwell not on soldiers' perils or soldiers' joys,
(Both I remember well -many the hardships, few the joys, yet I was content.)

But in silence, in dreams' projections,
While the world of gain and appearance and mirth goes on,
So soon what is over forgotten, and waves wash the imprints off the sand,
With hinged knees returning I enter the doors, (while for you up there,
Whoever you are, follow without noise and be of strong heart.)

Bearing the bandages, water and sponge,
Straight and swift to my wounded I go,
Where they lie on the ground after the battle brought in,
Where their priceless blood reddens the grass the ground,
Or to the rows of the hospital tent, or under the roofed hospital,
To the long rows of cots up and down each side I return,
To each and all one after another I draw near, not one do I miss,
An attendant follows holding a tray, he carries a refuse pail,
Soon to be filled with clotted rags and blood, emptied, and filled again.

I onward go, I stop,
With hinged knees and steady hand to dress wounds,
I am firm with each, the pangs are sharp yet unavoidable,
One turns to me his appealing eyes -poor boy! I never knew you,
Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save
you.

III

On, on I go, (open doors of time! open hospital doors!)
The crushed head I dress, (poor crazed hand tear not the bandage away,)
The neck of the cavalry-man with the bullet through and through I examine,
Hard the breathing rattles, quite glazed already the eye, yet life struggles
hard,
(Come sweet death! be persuaded O beautiful death!
In mercy come quickly.)

From the stump of the arm, the amputated hand,
I undo the clotted lint, remove the slough, wash off the matter and blood,
Back on his pillow the soldier bends with curved neck and side-falling head,
His eyes are closed, his face is pale, he dares not look on the bloody stump,
And has not yet looked on it.

I dress a wound in the side, deep, deep,
But a day or two more, for see the frame all wasted and sinking,
Ands the yellow-blue countenance see.

I dress the perforated shoulder, the foot with the bullet-wound,
Cleanse the one with a gnawing and putrid gangrene, so sickening, so offensive,
While the attendant stands behind aside me holding the tray and pail.

I am faithful, I do not give out,
The fractured thigh, the knee, the wound in the abdomen,
These and more I dress with impassive hand, (yet deep in my breast a fire, a
burning flame.)

IV

Thus in silence in dreams' projections,
Returning, resuming, I thread my way through the hospitals,
The hurt and wounded I pacify with soothing hand,
I sit by the restless all the dark night, some are so young,
Some suffer so much, I recall the experience sweet and sad,
(Many a soldier's loving arms about this neck have crossed and rested,
Many a soldier's kiss dwells on these bearded lips.)

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In Posse Review is LIVE!

Thanks to all the poets who sent in their work. I had a gas putting this issue together. Check it out here.

Poetry and the Body, Special Issue
Peter Pereira, Guest Editor
Introduction

Birthing the Body
Kelli Russell Agodon, Gary L. McDowell, Martha Silano
Body Parts
Lana Hechtman Ayers, Arlene Ang, Brendan Babish, Stephanie Berger, Jeannine Hall Gailey, Donald Illich, David Trame
The Medical Body
Kelli Russell Agodon, Ivy Alvarez, Bob Guter, Kathryn Hunt, Collin Kelley, Gary Winans, Sarah Sloat
The Erotic Body
Kelli Russell Agodon, Jeff Crandall, Kathryn Hunt, Michael Lynch, CR Manley
The Political Body
Kevin Minh Allen, Jehanne Dubrow, Justin Evans, Collin Kelley,
Body & Soul
Edward Byrne, Wayne Johns, Collin Kelley, Jared Leising, James Lineberger, Amy Newman

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Enjoy!

What Kind of Bohemian are You?

I think Dean and I are a mix of Zen and Nouveau. Or perhaps I would invent a new category: the Garden Bohemian.

Thanks to Brian for the link.

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PS: I just realized that I have worked seeing patients for 12 of the last 13 days in a row (some of those were partial days, but still). And in that time period I have also participated in at least 8 different poetry-related events: I gave three poetry readings, visited two poetry classes, attended one writing group, and went to two poetry readings given by others (with one more tonight, if I am in the mood). No wonder I am tired!

Looking forward to having two full days off in a row now.

Maybe I'll get some writing done?

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Northwest School

I visited my friend Kathleen's high school creative writing class at The Northwest School today. It's a very cool alternative high school in Seattle's Capitol Hill neighborhood, focusing on the Arts and the Environment. I read some poems, took questions, chatted a bit about poetry and medicine, publishing, the writing life.

Then we all did an exercise: a variation of the "Shake & Bake" poem I did at Centrum a couple years ago. But instead of using lines cut from their own poems, we took lines from several well-know poems by Ginsberg, Bishop, Plath, Oliver, Millay, Frost, and then mixed them up with lines the students wrote on slips of paper. Each student drew 10-12 lines, and spent about 15 minutes constructing a poem from the lines, which were then read out loud, or posted up on the board. It is always amazing to me what students can come up with in such a short time. Here are a couple examples:

Do it as you wish

the feel of felt
all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,
Yet knowing how leads on to way,
and her teacup full of dark brown tears.
Seven years, if you want to know.
I took the one less traveled by,
off Empire State out of moon,
And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God.
Justice is blonde.

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Random is the Best Order

in Newark's bleak furnished room,
she Bit my pretty red heart in two.
Yacketyyakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings

floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford's
on the impulse of winter midnight street light smalltown rain,
FYI The end is coming.

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I Love the Smell of Coffee

And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack
The tongue stuck in my jaw,
and listening to the Terror through the wall,

So black no sky could squeak through.
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights
in which I have lived like a foot

Dreams come true.
Tulips on and organ.
Tell me, what it is you plan to do.

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Fun stuff.
Thanks again Kathleen for inviting me to join your class!

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Tagged by Pamela

I'm not sure exactly what the original tag was, but it is something about 5 favorite songs. I decided to pick five songs that still take me back to the time when I first heard them, first played them (or the album they were in) over and over:

"Birdland" Patti Smith, Horses
"Come Feel the Noise" Slade, Slade
"The Low Spark of High Heeled Boys" Traffic
"The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway" Genesis
"Grey Seal" Elton John Goodbye Yellow Brick Road

Just typing the names I can hear those songs again. The late 70's?

I tag Joannie, Jean-9, and Rebecca Loudon (only because I know she won't do this).

It's been a busy month for me, with work and poetry events. But it's been fun.

Yesterday I worked a part day helping another provider at one of our Teen Health Centers. Then drove out to UW to join C Dale on a panel/roundtable discussion for the creative writing program there. We each read a couple poems, talked about balancing poetry & career, reading & editing, the writing life in general. A good group of students.

Then C Dale and I went to Piatti for a bite before his Open Books reading. Which was wonderful. I especially enjoyed "Influence" and "Sigma" and "Torn." And a new poem about "love" and "joy" that was really funny, and campy, and lighthearted, written in a very different voice.

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Apolo won Dancing with the Stars (yay).

Now if Blake can pull through on Idol.

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Dean and I are going to a reception for Ted Kooser and Dan Gerber tonight (they read Thursday in Seattle, but I will be at a competing reading). I sure hope the sun decides to come out and stay out. I am tired of this drizzly gray stuff! I mean, c'mon, it's almost June, people!

Several readings in Seattle this week

First, our own C Dale Young at Open Books Tuesday 5/22 @ 7:30pm.

Then a four-way pile of of readings on Thursday night:

Cranky lit mag contributors' reading 5/24 @ 7pm

The Jack Straw Reading Series Featuring Howard Robertson, Charles Potts, Susan Landgraf and the Vis-a-vis Society 5/24 @ 7pm.

Ted Kooser & Dan Gerber at The Seattle Art Museum 5/24 @ 7pm.

And Kathleen Flenniken and I at Ravenna Third Place Books 5/24 @ 7pm.

Are you feeling lucky?

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WWOTB Reviewed . . .

"poets known for their wit and humor frequently strike something of a false note when attempting to address convincingly the darker conditions of living and the ever-present awareness of one’s mortality . . ."

. . . from a review of What's Written on the Body by Edward Byrne over at Valparaiso Poetry Review. It's a long review (he really read the book closely!), and I'm pleased with what he has to say.

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From the Double-Tongued Dictionary

I just love this one:

tidbitting: n. Quail are considered monogamous, but there is a caveat. Often a male will lose a mate, and though he takes care of the little ones, he’s not above seeking a new mate to share the chores. He does this by offering a female (who probably has a brood of her own) delicious bits of food. This practice is called “tidbitting” and is often successful in luring the female away from her own kids and spouse. These kinds of shenanigans are evidently prevalent among all sorts of species. —“Gambel’s quail do justice to their taxonomic name” by Lee Reynolds in Tucson Azstarnet.com (Arizona) May 7, 2007.

AWESOME!

The Olympia Poetry Network reading was AWESOME! A great turnout, a very attentive and enthusiastic audience, it was a gas reading for them, and I ran out of books (I will be mailing out copies later today to the people who were nice enough to wait for one in the mail). There is a really strong poetry community happening in Olympia, and they deserve an award or a newspaper article or a big fat grant or something. Thank you thank you again for having me out. You really know how to host a reading!

I was sorry to be late and miss most of the open mic. What I heard was terrific. But I was a held up at clinic. My last patient of the day, an 11 yo Hispanic teen who needed a t-dap for school, fainted and had a seizure after getting his shot. And then he was horribly post-ictal and just would not wake up, and we needed to transport him to the hospital for evaluation. (I heard this morning that he eventually woke up fine and was sent home later that night.)

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I have resurrected a few short stories I wrote back in the early 90's. They are so old, I no longer have them on computer files. So I went to Kinkos and used their OCR scanner to get them back into a digital file. OMG. These stories are not bad. A little dated, but not bad! I am inspired to write some fiction again. Charles J: I think your prose bug is catching.

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I'm reading tomorrow for the Olympia Poetry Network. If you are in town: come on down!

Wednesday, May 16 from 6:30 to 8 p.m.
Traditions Fair Trade and Café, 5th and Water St., Olympia
Olympia Poetry Network features Peter Pereira.
Open mike.

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I love my new horoscope:

"CANCER (June 21-July 22): Reality is not all it's cracked up to be. Just
because millions of people suffer from the same hallucinations doesn't
mean those hallucinations are objectively true. I share Salvador Dali's
perspective: "One day it will have to be officially admitted that what we
have christened reality is an even greater illusion than the world of
dreams." For these reasons and many more, I don't automatically dismiss
people who live in their own fantasy worlds. Their dreamy concoctions
may be no more deluded than those of normal people, and might be far
more fun and amusing. Everything I just said is a preface for the main
point of this horoscope, Cancerian, which is to give you temporary license
to escape into the most beautiful mirage you can conjure up. Love your
fantastic visions. Let your imagination run far, far away with you."

Penelope = Pen + elope

From today's A Word A Day:

penelope (puh-NEL-uh-pee) noun

A faithful wife.

[From Penelope, the wife of Odysseus and mother of Telemachus in Greek mythology. She waited 20 years for her husband's return from the Trojan War (ten years of war, and ten years on his way home). She kept her many suitors at bay by telling them she would marry them when she had finished weaving her web, a shroud for her father-in-law. She wove the web during the day only to unravel it during the night.]

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I think it is fascinating that "a faithful wife" begins in a "pen" and ends in "elope."

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Today on Verse Daily

I had no idea this was coming. It's a pleasant surprise. And they do such a nice job of presentation, including the book, the bio, etc. Thank you VD! I really appreciate it.

Back from The Palouse

Kathleen and I had a great time in Spokane. The flight over was gorgeous. It was a clear sunny day, and we were in in one of those twin-prop Horizon Air planes, that only gets a few thousand feet up in the air, barely clearing the mountains it seems, but giving you these incredible closeup views of the landscape. To go from city, to forest, to mountains covered in snow, to farmland, lakes, rivers with dams, the Palouse, it was just breathtaking.

The reading at Aunties had a small but enthusiastic audience. We met a group from Rock & Sling beforehand at The Catacombs for dinner, and a group from the EWU MFA program afterwards for drinks. It was so warm we sat outside in the late-night summer-like air. Very nice.

The next morning, I went for a walk in Spokane's Riverfront Park. I hadn't been there since the 1970's. I had forgotten there is a river with a huge frigging waterfall in the center of the city! It was stunning.

On our flight back Kathleen and I took turns reading in Elaine Equi's Ripple Effect and Dean Young's embryoyo. Hands down the Equi is the better book (though it's not quite fair to compare, as hers is a selected, and his is a single volume). Her poems are just so much more dense and precise and concise and intelligent and free of cliche & idle chit-chat. His poems tend to be all the same long single-stanza narrative, about a page to a page-and-a-half long, full of prosy chit-chat and non sequiturs and such. There are great individual lines in embryoyo, but rarely one solid poem top-to-bottom.

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Waiting for Dean to get home from work. We're going to have some spicy sushi rolls and a pear ginger martini for our appetizer. Then I am baking salmon, to serve with some veggies and cous cous. Yum! And, if it stays warm enough out, we may eat outside.

Inland Empire

Kathleen Flenniken and I are flying out to Spokane tomorrow, to read at Aunties Bookstore at 7:30 pm. It's the "Inland Empire" leg of our World Domination Tour.


Looking forward to seeing some old friends, perhaps family, the folks from Rock and Sling and the EWU MFA program. If you are in town, come on down!

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In my horoscope today, courtesy of Franz Kafka: "Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly."

Something to take to heart as I write?

Gorgeous day today! Warm, sunny, blue, breezy. I worked for a few hours, then came home and read and wrote (mostly revisions; still hoping to make the "Expedition of the Vaccine" poem work). Weeded the vegetable beds and the gravel paths. Filled the bird baths.

Summer is coming and I am psyched!

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Tonight is AI. I am for Blake (natch). He is the most creative, the most original (the most cute). Someone whose albums I might buy.

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My 20-year UW Med School Reunion is this June 1st. OMG. Do I feel old now or what? But seriously, I haven't really kept in touch with more than a couple of people out of a class of 175. Still, I think it will be fun to see who shows up.

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Dean and I planted the rest of the garden over the weekend. We have 14 tomato plants, a zuke, a cuke, a crookneck squash, 9 or ten basil, 12 Walla Walla sweets, rows and rows of lettuce, a bed of garlic, a patch of raspberries. Is till want a watermellon and a canteloupe, but Dean is balking (no room!)

Unfortunately, the broccoli and cauliflower we planted last month is not doing well at all. It's probably root maggots. We refuse to use toxic shit like diazinone to kill them. We'd tried diatomaceous earth this year, but apparently it didn't work.

In a couple weeks, three at the most, the pears will be big enough for us to put nylon footies on them (remember those?).

And in other farm news: a six legged calf with no anus was born in Nebraska.

From the Double-Tongued Dictionary:

Catchword: cardiodiabesity
Part of Speech: n.
Quotation:
Smith says a deadly troika of cardiovascular disease, diabetes and obesity—or cardiodiabesity—as he calls it, is killing one Australian every few minutes.

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Catchword: iliac furrow
Part of Speech: n.
Quotations:
“I am filled with bitter resentment and burning envy at the sight of this young fellow’s pronounced iliac furrow."…"There is reason to envy someone skinny enough to have such a pronounced apollo’s belt. i often tell people that I have one, but that it’s just covered in a layer of fat."…"round here we call those cum gutters.”

Summer's Coming, I Can Feel It.

I was looking out the kitchen window about 9:05 PM last night, and it was still light out, with clear baby-blue skies, in the far northwest. And it made me feel so happy, almost giddy, to think that the long days of summer will soon be here. I LOVE this time of year. It's one of the advantages of living as far north as Seattle: the long summer nights. We all tend to stay up later, get more done, become a little manic. (Unlike the winters, when we all hunker down in the dark, and read books, and go to sleep by 8:00).

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From the Double-Tounged Dictionary:

Catchword: preing
Part of Speech: n.
Quotation:
“Pre” is no longer a prefix placed in front of a word meaning “before.” In Jamaica today if someone is “preing” you it means they are checking out or observing you.

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From HG poetics:

Where the "experimentalists" get it wrong : they forget that calculation = prose.

Poetry is the surge of music pressing against every form of utilitarian, merely functional speech. The poet shapes reality through song : we forget how different this behavior is, how different it sounds.

& I'm not talking (in obscurantist, pseudo-romantic, sub-intellectual, "mystical" fashion) about poetry vs. reason. Ultimately these opposites meet : that's what song celebrates.

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I am reading Elaine Equi's new and selected: Ripple Effect, from Coffee House. It's a fascinating read. Equi has great humor, wit, and intelligence. Here are poems that are aphoristic and intricate and edgy all at once. And I love seeing the span of her writing from over 30 years. Here's a taste (from newer work):






Prescription

Take Herrick
for melancholy

Niedecker
for clarity

O'Hara
for nerve

(pg 137)

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Bent Orbit

I wind my way across a black donut hole
and space that clunks.
Once I saw on a stage,
as if at the bottom of a mineshaft,
the precise footwork
of some mechanical ballet.
It was like looking into the brain
of a cuckoo clock and it carried
some part of me away forever.
No one knows when they first see a thing,
how long its after image will last.
Proust could stare at the symptom of a face
for years, while Frank O'Hara, like anyone with a job,
was always looking at his watch.
My favorite way of remembering is to forget.
Please start the record of the sea over again.
Call up a shadow below the pendulum of a gull's wing.
In a city of eight million sundials, nobody has any idea
how long a minute really is.

(pg 69)

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It's a strong book. Highly recommended.

Is Your Husband Gay? Here's the Test:

This was just too funny for me, as my husband (at least the last time I checked) is TOTALLY gay. At least he *better* be!

"In her book, Kaye included "The Gay Husband Checklist," which lists ways to detect whether or not your husband is gay (read about it here):

-- If your husband thinks you are a nymphomaniac or "pushy and aggressive" because you want sex twice a week.

-- If sexual activity steeply declines within the first few years of marriage.

-- You're always more sexually aggressive than your husband.

-- If your husband is turned off by the thought of touching your vaginal area or performing oral sex on you.

-- If his best friend is gay.

-- If he hangs out in gay bars.

-- If he enjoys watching gay porn movies and surfing gay porn Web sites.

-- If he is excessively homophobic, mocking and imitating other gay men.

-- If he brags about gay men complimenting him on his looks."

Hehehehe.

Mission Accomplished

These were made using Get a Google Villanelle. It was too fun. There is also a sonnet generator, a pantoum generator, a tough little sestina generator, and more. Try your own!

On this, the anniversary of our idiot president's infamous air-craft carrier speech, my topic was a sitting duck (or is that a lame duck?):

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Mission Accomplished

Department of How Stupid Do They Think
he landed on an aircraft carrier to declare
really!: The big question is: was it

cowboy Bush was wearing a flight suit
Reconnaissance Office's mission here
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purpose for the invasion of Iraq when it
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your reference guide to Over There
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Mission Accomplished

President George W. Bush declared an end
Bush during his May 1 carrier speech
no understanding of who they are and

sets standards for civility and
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expresses the thrill of his soul - and
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no understanding of who they are and

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Mission Accomplished

on an aircraft carrier to declare one
Tony Snow insisted, with a straight
have seen just a last hurrah of sunshine

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18, - Mission Accomplished Veep night
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While cowboy Bush was wearing a flight
have seen just a last hurrah of sunshine

end of the Iraq attack, the headline
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on an aircraft carrier to declare one

the thrill of his soul - and mine
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have seen just a last hurrah of sunshine

Accomplished Part 5 of a frontline
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on an aircraft carrier to declare one
have seen just a last hurrah of sunshine

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Mission Accomplished

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woman named Hamdiyah al-Dulaimi had three
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his film in which he spent three
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Mission Accomplished

29 Apr 2007 - - It's been one year
- Where's the part
- May 1st marks the 4 year

- Special Report on The Iraq War
It would have taken a concentrated effort
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for . ( 0.06 seconds) As the guerrilla war
to Hometown. It was truly a covert
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and said his conduct of the Iraq war
The Bush administration's covert
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asks below. Bush was quite clear
that Mr Bush looked the part
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- May 1st marks the 4 year

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Now . . . if I could just find a way to combine the best lines from each. Then I'd really be cooking with gas.

Hmmmmm.