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A Serbian in Chelsea

Toni and I introduced Serbian poet Dubrava Duric to Chelsea yesterday. Toni performed one of her incomparable Chelsea tours. No time now to write a long post but two shows you must not miss are:

Leonardo Drew Leonardo Drew lives in New York and before that in Tallahasse, Florida.

Tobias Putrih's *Macula series A & 1"*, which was the star of the under and 30 something artist's show at "PS 1's Greater New York 2005", is on view at Max Protetch, 511 W. 22cd Street. Dubravka was saying the her husband Misko, who is a literary theorist in Belgrade, liked to spend time with friends in Slovenia. As it happens, Putrih was born there, and his latest work is the Slovvenian offering for the 2007 Venice Biennale. The Putrih large, biomorphic shaped cardboard sculptures are eerily monumental while remaining light-porous and delicate

The Poem Adrift

Peter Ciccariello

Invisible Notes

This just in from Mark Young

Otoliths 5
has just gone live, which means it's a year old today.


It's also May Day, so arise & join in a chorus of The Internationale with Paul Siegell, Andrew Topel, Jordan Stempleman, Ernesto Priego, Paolo Manalo, Eileen Tabios, Jeff Harrison, Katrinka Moore, Corey Mesler, Raymond Farr, Steve Rodgers, Robert Lee Brewer, Mark Cunningham, Martin Edmond, Steve Timm, James Sanders, Audacia Dangereyes, Thomas Fink, Spencer Selby, Maria Zajkowski, Richard Lopez, Marcia Arrieta, Tom Hibbard, Matina Stamatakis, Louise Landes Levi, Márton Koppány, Anny Ballardini, Jill Jones, Craig Santos Perez, mIEKAL aND, Dax Bayard-Murray, Ed Schenk, MTC Cronin, Alana Madison, Alexander Jorgensen, Andrew Taylor, Carol Novack (& Stan Crocker), Stephanie Green, Maurice Oliver, Caleb Puckett, David-Baptiste Chirot, Derek Motion, James Maughn, Michael Rothenberg, Tom Beckett, Nick Piombino & Richard Kostelanetz as they "change henceforth the old tradition".



Enjoy.



Mark Young

(The link on the Internationale was added in by *fait accompli*; it is one day ahead in Australia; here we are celebrating May Day one day ahead in honor of Otoliths)

King of Brooklyn


Amy King has won the poet laureate poll conducted at Billy the Blogging Poet's site,
She gained-last I saw- 233 votes in all; her closest competitor Collin Ferrell scored about 160.

Amy is directing MiPoRadio, a poetry series in Brooklyn, and she is the first full time moderator/editor at the Buffalo Poetics list.

Her recent book is *I'm The Man Who Loves You" from blazeVOX
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Her blog is at Amy King.org

Congratulations, Amy!

As of Midnight Saturday, Amy King was leading by about 10 votes!


Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere

Voting ends by Midnight tonight!

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Sub-Conscious

When the history of blogging is written, one blog that no one will ever forget will be Katie Degentesh's Bloggedy Blog Blog. It's in the realm of the eternal "why didn't I think of that?"

Anyway, so I was waiting for the subway at the Grand Army Plaza stop the other day listening to a very young girl, who was walking down the subway stairs with her hand in her mother's hand, saying, in a tiny voice, but quite loudly: "I love you train, I love you train, I love you train."

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Poetry on the Bowery


Charles Bernstein and Tenney Nathanson read to a packed and pleased house yesterday afternoon at the Bowery Poetry Club. Charles, whose stand-up, or "hunched over" comedian persona was in top form, did an impromptu duet with surprise visitor from Serbia, Dubravka Duric, (whose 2002 book includes translations of and writing about US poets including Charles B, Bruce Andrews, Douglas Messerli, James Sherry, Bob Perelman, Ron Silliman, Bob Perelman, Michael Palmer, Lyn Hejinian, Charles Olson, John Ashbery, Robert Creeley, Ezra Pound, Amiri Baraka, Robert Duncan, Jack Spicer, David Antin, Jerome Rothenberg. Rae Armantrout, Barrett Watten, Rachel Blau DuPlessis, Carla Harryman, Clayton Eshleman, yours truly and many others) with Charles quipping that his translation of her poetry reflected a better understanding of her native language than the language of George Bush and Dick Cheney. Host Tim Peterson introduced Tenney Nathanson as his mentor, friend and teacher. Nathanson seemed surprisingly at ease in front of the famously picky Manhattan audience at the BPC and when I talked with him later I learned that he had lived in New York frequently over the years although he lives and teaches in Arizona now. Nathanson and I knew a lot of people in common including critic and literary theorist John Johnston. Johnston lived in the loft downstairs from me in Soho in the early 70's, when I lived briefly downstairs from artist Susan Rothenberg. Nathanson studied at Columbia under Kenneth Koch and David Shapiro whose echoes could be pleasantly heard in between the lines of his excellent poems.

Celebrities in the audience included Ted Greenwald who, as Charles B noted, founded the Segue Series with Charles 30 years ago, neither, of course, expecting the series to endure in the striking way it has. James Sherry, whose Segue Foundation has supported the series from the beginning, was present as well. Other notables spotted included Susan Bee (who will read and present her art next Saturday with Johanna Drucker including one of their collaborations). Other notables present known to me included Fiona Templeton, Mimi Gross, Corinne Robins and Sal Romano, Ann Tardos, Tan Lin, Dan Machlin, Thom Donovan, Nada Gordon, Adeena Karasik, Simon Pettet, Bruce Andrews, Mark Weiss, Gilbert Adair and no doubt many others I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting. I also spoke with poet Allen Brafman who is interested in getting more public notice for the superb poetry of his acquaintance, the great, late Frank Kuenstler, author of such classics as *Lens* and In Which.

To Go Against

Ernesto Priego (Never Neutal) continues the discussion Tom Beckett began with his Burning Bridges Post on Soluble Census

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Enthusiastic response from Allen Bramhall

for Tom Beckett's recent poetry and interview collections Tributary

and from Crag Hill for the Interview Anthology- whose interview opened up Beckett's interview series (includes a screen shot of the Interview Anthology cover) Poetry Scorecard

Mark Young and Tom Beckett are planning further anthologies of Tom Beckett's ongoing interview project- from Otoliths Books


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Charles Baudelaire

from "Mon Coeur Mis a Nu"

"*Hygiene.- Projets*- Plus on veut, mieux on veut. Plus on travaille, mieux on travaille et plus on veut travailer.
Plus on produit, plus on devient fecond.
Apres un debauche, on se sent toujours plus seul, plus abondonee
Au moral comme au physique, j'ai toujours eu la sensation du gouffre, non seulement du grouffre du sommeil, mais du gouffre de l'action, du reve, du souvenir, du desir, du regret, du remords, du beau, du nombre, etc..."

from *My Heart Laid Bare"
"Discipline. Plans.* The more one wills, the better one wills.
The more one works, the better one works and the more one wants to work.
The more one produces, the more fertile one becomes.
After a debauch, one feels more alone, the more deserted.
Morally and physically, I have always had a sense of the abyss, not only the abyss of sleep, but the abyss of action, dream, memory, desires, regret, remorse, the abyss of the beautiful, of number, and so on..."

Blogger Laureate


Voting Begins for Blogger Laureate at Billy TBP

When I voted yesterday, Amy King was neck in neck with a blogger I don't know, both with 36 votes.

K Silem Mohammed is running also, but had 8 votes when I voted yesterday.

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On My Desk

Noah Eli Gordon, *A Fiddle Pulled from the Throat of a Sparrow*, New Issues (Western Michigan U)
Unlike Gordon's other books these are versified poems not prose poems like the poems in The Frequencies.

The section called "Four Allusive Fields" has four poems about Cy Twombly:
with an epgraph by Roland Barthes.

"Cy listens absently to absent Homer
explaining himself away.Boring as a canvas
to a waterfall, as a splotch of red to equations
lifting a helicopter, injured by a display of attentiveness
can you believe the humming, anonymous light."

These four interrelatied poems are pleasingly reminiscent of Berrigan's Sonnet series.


Noah Eli Gordon, *The Area of Sound Called the Subtone*, ahsahta press
(mostly prose poems with a sequence of versified poems including the title poem)

"a bomb?=a word=the truth in things other
than subtones burning a hole in the ozone or passing through
the brain-case & out the ear-hole. the fire has blue legs, shoes
like rain."

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"if the expressivities of the human face are mirrored
in the eyebrows of dogs, if they learn because we tell them to, if
someone fills out an application in a few minutes, lands a
job, makes dinner, dreams herself an ownership, then are we
stealing from or assembling one another?"

Noah Eli Gordon, *Inbox*, Blaze Vox
(a run-on compilation of 200 emails received from NEG's friends and associates, reprinted anonymously with permission from the writers)

'She later admits that she's out of it because of diaper-changing and also that she doesn't believe in the communities she claims not to know of...So I don't know; you might want to write a letter to her. She may tell you you're too old to fall under the banner of the younger crowd. I mean, you're 28? That's only six years behind Ange."

"Hey, I love the way it moves, Alban Berg-like shifting melodiousness, fired through atonal relay points. I love, too, how Catullus suddenly appears with the beetles (I thought at first "The Beatles"). Nice Job! I'd send it to John Tranter, see if he'll put in the section? I'll bet he would. Shapiro is a poet long past due the praise he IS due. Hey fucker, you're just lucky they let you stay this long! I went in, went $40,000 in debt, and then was given the boot all within two years. So I don't want to hear about leaving the cushy MFAland."

I'm Already Packed (One Carry-On)


Habitable Planet Outside The Solar System

Nobody Knows The Truffles I've Seen


We are honored and delighted to announce
a mini-review of fait accompli, the book, is just out from Sharon Mesmer.


Virgin Formica

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Contradicta


If you speak in a voice too low no one will hear you. If you speak in one too loud no one will listen. If you say too little no one will understand. If you say too much, no one will care to understand.



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As with everything else of significance, happiness must be pieced together gradually, like a jig-saw puzzle- only to be pulled apart and put together again and again.




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On My Desk

*E-x-c-h-a-n-g-e-V-a-l-u-e-s The First XI Interviews*, curated By Tom Beckett

Otoliths Books

From the Jean Vengua interview with Tom Beckett:

"I don't have a clear sense of my poetics, other than what I discover from the conversation of poetry that I'm engaged in.I'm constantly escaping my own grasp. Maybe the names of the crossroads are the One and the Other, in the sense that, when I write, I can sometimes thankfully shed my own skin and become the other. Who am I today? What road will I take? And whose road is it? Is it a private, or a public road, and do I feel like trespassing today?

I guess I'm an escape artist at heart. I don't like being pinned down.

On the other hand, I'm always reeling myself in to face the political, the material contexts in which I exist. So maybe you could say that my poetics, as it is, rather than what I want it to be, is sort of impossibly torn, between wanting to cast myself out into the ether as far as possible, yet wanting, needing, to be fully participant in society, making a difference with my language, or hoping, at least, that that is possible."


Each interviewee is represented by a selection of their work.


from AND CALLED IT MILK by Thomes Fink

"Count it Higher has a boring face
He's fascinating
he doesn't talk.

I take care of that
by making his good-boy life
as it bubbles along my video.

His face started to cry
when I gave him candy.

Candy's like a mommy without a brain..."

this just in
via buffalo poetics list


Help Save Small Magazines

by Robert Mcchesney -

The news media are covering the tragic murders in Virginia this morning, and as they do an extraordinarily significant story is slipping through the cracks.

On very rare occasions I send a message to everyone in my email address book on an issue that I find of staggering importance and urgency. (My address book includes pretty much everyone who emails me in one form or another, and I apologize if you get this message more than once.) This is one of those times.

There is a major crisis in our media taking place right now; it is getting almost no attention and unless we act very soon the consequences for our society could well be disastrous. And it will only take place because it is being done without any public awareness or participation; it goes directly against the very foundations of freedom of the press in the entirety of American history.

The U.S. Post Office is in the process of implementing a radical reformulation of its rates for magazines, such that smaller periodicals will be hit with a much much larger increase than the largest magazines.

Because the Post Office is a monopoly, and because magazines must use it, the postal rates always have been skewed to make it cheaper for smaller publications to get launched and to survive. The whole idea has been to use the postal rates to keep publishing as competitive and wide open as possible. This bedrock principle was put in place by James Madison and Thomas Jefferson. They considered it mandatory to create the press system, the Fourth Estate necessary for self-government.

It was postal policy that converted the free press clause in the First Amendment from an abstract principle into a living breathing reality for Americans. And it has served that role throughout our history.

What the Post Office is now proposing goes directly against 215 years of postal policy. The Post Office is in the process of implementing a radical reformulation of its mailing rates for magazines. Under the plan, smaller periodicals will be hit with a much larger increase than the big magazines, as much as 30 percent. Some of the largest circulation magazines will face hikes of less than 10 percent.

The new rates, which go into effect on July 15, were developed with no public involvement or congressional oversight, and the increased costs could damage hundreds, even thousands, of smaller publications, possibly putting many out of business. This includes nearly every political journal in the nation. These are the magazines that often provide the most original journalism and analysis. These are the magazines that provide much of the content on Common Dreams. We desperately need them.

What the Post Office is planning to do now, in the dark of night, is implement a rate structure that gives the best prices to the biggest publishers, hence letting them lock in their market position and lessen the threat of any new competition. The new rates could make it almost impossible to launch a new magazine, unless it is spawned by a huge conglomerate.

Not surprisingly, the new scheme was drafted by Time Warner, the largest magazine publisher in the nation. All evidence available suggests the bureaucrats responsible have never considered the implications of their draconian reforms for small and independent publishers, or for citizens who depend upon a free press.

The corruption and sleaziness of this process is difficult to exaggerate. As one lawyer who works for a large magazine publisher admits, It takes a publishing company several hundred thousand dollars to even participate in these rate cases. Some large corporations spend millions to influence these rates. Little guys, and the general public who depend upon these magazines, are not at the table when the deal is being made.

The genius of the postal rate structure over the past 215 years was that it did not favor a particular viewpoint; it simply made it easier for smaller magazines to be launched and to survive. That is why the publications opposing the secretive Post Office rate hikes cross the political spectrum. This is not a left-wing issue or a right-wing issue, it is a democracy issue. And it is about having competitive media markets that benefit all Americans. This reform will have disastrous effects for all small and mid-sized publications, be they on politics, music, sports or gardening.

This process was conducted with such little publicity and pitched only at the dominant players that we only learned about it a few weeks ago and it is very late in the game. But there is something you can do. Please go to www.stoppostalrateh ikes.com and sign the letter to the Postal Board protesting the new rate system and demanding a congressional hearing before any radical changes are made. The deadline for comments is April 23.

I know many of you are connected to publications that go through the mail, or libraries and bookstores that pay for subscriptions to magazines and periodicals. If you fall in these categories, it is imperative you get everyone connected to your magazine or operation to go to www.stoppostalrateh ikes.com.

We do not have a moment to lose. If everyone who reads this email responds at www.stoppostalrateh ikes.com , and then sends it along to their friends urging them to do the same, we can win. If there is one thing we have learned at Free Press over the past few years, it is that if enough people raise hell, we can force politicians to do the right thing. This is a time for serious hell-raising.

And to my friends from outside the United States, I apologize for cluttering your inbox. If you read this far, we can use your moral support.



From the bottom of my heart, thanks.


Bob


Robert W. Mcchesney www.mediaproblem. org www.freepress. net Department of Communication University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign



Be well

David Baratier, Editor

Pavement Saw Press
PO Box 6291
Columbus, OH 43206
http://pavementsaw.org

Big Surprise


Study Says Chimps More Evolved Than Humans

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On My Desk


Nancy Shaw, "Affordable Tedium", Tsunami

"From the far room a voice returns as so many facts.

Wrapped lips encumbered gently in her younger days.

Some days he takes long walks.

Along the beach they wept in solitude.

And now only long glances across the view.

She was to have married soon on another Sunday.

Some streams are blue."

On My Desk


Kate Greenstreet, *case sensitive*, ahsahta press, Boise State University

(from "[SALT]"
"8 [will become rock hard but never lose its taste]"

"A funeral. I had to speak. The words just came.
There were so many dead.
Even as we were burying them, no one was sure who was who.
Everyone was saying what they'd take, if they could only take one thing.
The men would be allowed two things, and nobody knew why."


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Gwyn McVay, *Ordinary Beans*, Pecan Grove Press

(from "Grief Psalm, For Large Ancient Rock Band")

"...there was a car crash here, say the flowers, and in that
crash someone died. I make my own flowers out of newspaper:
how my playmates have grown and gone on.

"I will apply the lipstick of greatness, the limestone mascara of
love. Need I say? There are few rubber dogs in the hills these days.
I mean steam that rises from a body.

"Don't think for a second you haven't become alien, part water,
part of the bathtub you scrub with Dr Bronner's Soap, All-
One. Some kind of rising creature.

"I will let my mascara to dry, then put on the dark glasses of a fool
and hum. Oh sisters, let's go down, down to the river, sisters, let's
go down. O sisters, let's go down, down to the river to pray."

Bemsha Sting

I remember when, years ago. Laurable erased all her blog links with
the single line, "too many poetry blogs."

Looks like Jonathan Mayhew (Bemsha Swing) just erased his, a few days after expressing some
minor dissatisfactions with Ron Silliman's blog.

The only reason you don't see a link list on my blog is that I don't know how to do this on New Blogger. Nada Gordon has promised to walk me through doing this. It was Jonathan Mayhew who, several years ago. first taught me how to put a link on my blog!

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On My Desk

Aaron Belz, *The Bird Hoverer*, Blaze/VOX,
"My name is Anatoly Karpov. Excuse my
beleaguered appearance, I have spent two
excruciating weeks tutoring the biggest
dumbass in the chess world..."

Tom Beckett, "Unprotected Texts*, Meritage
"Elliptic seizures./Unacknowledged quotations/
increase and are better comprehended"

Alan Davies, *Book 5*, Katalanche
"I wake up/feigning/ wakefulness"

Katie Degentesh, "The Anger Scale", Combo
"as long as we're laughing/ at Rush Limbaugh's addiction/
remember that Mt. Rushmore was itself/
the creation of an ardent member of the Ku Klux Klan"

Elaine Equi, "Ripple Effect", Coffee House
"Fountains, I realized, are thirsty too-/
for company"

"The Diary of Anne Frank", Pan Books
"I wonder whether you can tell me why it is that
people always try so hard to hide their feelings."

John Gedo, "Beyond Interpretation:Toward a Revised
Theory for Psychoanalysis", International Universities Press
"To repeat, we no longer attempt to illuminate all of human
behavior in terms of derivatives of the unresolved conflicts
of the Oedipus Complex"

Nada Gordon, *Folly", Roof Books
"O! Rend my heart with ev'ry pain!
But let me, let me love again!"/
And while you're at it,'/
fix-the-fucking-/
voting machines."

Franz Kafka, *The Zurau Aphorisms*, commentary
by Roberto Calasso, Shocken Books,
"A cage went in search of a bird"

Amy King, "I'm the Man Who Loves You", Blaze Vox
"Though muffled, new holocausts/trace the Cinderella
myths/They tunnel from echoes ago/into sparks
of souls ignited"

Mitch Highfill, "Konig's Sphere", Situations
'Knock-knock./Click-click./Hand emerges from cloud"

David Markson, "The Last Novel", Shoemaker Hoard
"In the Spring of 1944, at the height of their efficiency,
the forty-six ovens in the crematoriums of Auschwitz were
incinerating as many as twelve thousand corpses per day"

David Shapiro, "New and Selected Poems (1965-2006), Overlook
"They have used the bodies of children/
As improvised bridges/Which they later cross"

Vanitas 2, edited by Vincent Katz,
"Nico, famous Nico/, who once sang a dirge-like version of/
"Deutchland, Deutchland Uber Alles"/swore to solemn Lou/
she'd come tonight to the band's one night reunion./
But night's almost gone- soon day will be creeping/
like dirty rain through its gutters."
Jerome Sala

Nico Vassilakis, "pond ring e", nine muses
"I will ask you to whisper/a list of inventions/in my ear"

Mark Young, "the allegrezza syndrome", Otoliths
"There isn't a person alive who can truthfully say/
that they have never waited in vain for their lover"

Bill Zavatsky, "Theories of Rain", Sun
"We are dumbbells you exercise in the night! We are stupid/
ambassadors hijacked pants-down in flight ,colonials/ stabbed
by parrot revolutionary fever-for a moment exulting, soaked with
blood of the absolutely free.../ the fabulous blood of
you and me"

*A Face in the Crowd*

the classic 50's film directed by Elia Kazan portraying corrupt and manipulative practices emerging in the early days of tv, echoes pungently recent newsworthy events concerning the descent of the infamous Imus (not to speak of the film's many other prophetic aspects such as anticipating the significance of media talk show hosts in the explosive growth of the evangelical movement, with its similarity to the Nazi movement of the 1930's.)

In the final scenes, character Mel Mller (played by Walter Matthau) says to Lonesome Rhodes (Andy Griffith): "What's going to happen to you, I'll tell you what's going to happen to you. You'll get a show alright, but it won't be a major network like you had before. Some station after a little while will say, 'L'et's try him again. He was big.' You'll have an audience,but it won't be hundreds of millions you had before . You'll make money, but it won't be the same kind of money..."

Contradicta




To dismiss minor pains is to savor small pleasures.




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When cooking up ideas, ambition is the flame but patience is the chef.

New work from harry k stammer on PFS Post (edited by Adam Fieled)

PFS Post


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On My Desk

Tom Beckett, *Unprotected Texts:Selected Poems, 1978-2006*, Meritage
""& I feel like a sentence/trapped in the body/of a paragraph"

Elaine Equi, *Ripple Effect*, Coffee House
"even if you don't know a thing/ about poetry,/at least help me decide/what to wear."

Brenda IIjima/Austin Publicover,*Council of Worms*, CD, Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs
"before language you could always whimper"

Catherine Imbroglio, *Parts of the Mass*, Burning Deck
"The rhythm and interval between objects"

Jonathan Lethem, *You Don't Love Me: A novel*, Doubleday,
"The band didn't have a name yet, though they'd discussed it hundreds of times."

David Markson, *The Last Novel*, Shoemaker Hoard
"People are exasperated by poetry which they do not understand, and cotemptuous of poetry they do understand without effort.
Said Eliot"

Douglas Messerli, *My Year 2005: Terrifying Times*, Green Integer
"I realized that, in a sense, language never quite stopped in the Austin's house"

Bob Perelman, IFLIFE, Roof
"Avant-garde is middle aged, but romanticism is forever young. Dorian Gray"

Jordan Stempleman, *What'sThe Matter*, Otoliths
"drawing past brackets for a source,/ the companion of a modern poem/sounds in the bits from turbulent men,/no clear end the language trades to see"

David Shapiro, *New and Selected Poems (1965-2002), Overlook
"James Bond's girl friend/Lay in bed, having/a bad dream during a thunderstorm"

Nico Vassilakis, *Diptychs*, Otoliths
"Beckett's Weather"

Nico Vassilakis, *Ring*, Nine Muses Books
"the ease at which/your every effort gets/absorbed into history"

mark young, *the allegreza sydrom*, Otoliths
"The Iranians lay claim half the floor of the Caspian sea....The Anericans want to build a pipeline across the floor of the Caspian"

Bill Zavatsky, *theories of rain and other poems*, Sun
"I have built the rain/alone in my room"

Bill Zavatsky, *Where X Marks the Spot*, Hanging Loose
"Oh, I must have also/ failed poetry somehow! What am I/
going to do?"

Honor Thy Cast of Thousands (with Tons of Laughs)

Nada and Gary come over to watch The Ten Commandments. Gary reports on that and progress on Elsewhere #3:Toni's Baked Fried Chicken

We had a laugh a minute wisecrack- a- thon watching this classic Bollywood before the fact.

Contradicta




The child in us: perpetually impatient, hurried, earnest, astonished.




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Nothing ventured, nothing pained.

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Two steps forward, one step horizontal




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The perennial paradox: impatient to finish it, wishing it wouldn't end