May 2011
5 posts
“This is simply to inform you:
that the thickest line in the kink of my hand...”
– Kate Clanchy, Poem for a Man with No Sense of Smell
“And they say
If I would just sing lighter songs
Better for me would it be,...”
– Charles Bernstein, Against National
Poetry Month As Such
“I see where Walden Pond has been drained to make an amusement park.”
– L. Ferlinghetti
Well, I guess it’s farewell to that sucking the marrow out of life thing in the woods for now. Time to wrap that bone in the lethargy of fat in the summer. 