you tacky thing

transmission and a live wire

Writing little verses, as little ladies will

I don’t have much to say right now. In lieu of a blog post, please accept some of my poetry.

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Late Summer Sestina

A warm autumn’s rising again,
it seems. The sheen of summer
still lingers on my September skin
and the afternoon sky is hazy (though blue),
like you. The phone rings: a call
for you: a voice, sugar-smooth:

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Sometimes a poem punches you in the gut

“Dead Butterfly,” by Ellen Bass, recommended by Ted Kooser.

Is Cleanth Brooks gonna have to choke a bitch?

Top ten reasons not to discuss literary criticism with me:

10. I am smarter than you. No, really. See that? On the wall? That’s my motherfucking bachelor’s degree. In literature. That means I know everything there is to know about books and poems and such. What’s that? You’re four years along on a Ph.D. in English? Psshhh, whatever. I read the Norton Anthologies for fun.

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Tom Robbins emailed me!

I am once again attempting NaNoWriMo, mostly because some online friends are doing it and I’m a lemming. Last year didn’t pan out; I got maybe 5,000 words, most of which were half-decent, and then lost my motivation and energy. Same thing might happen this year, but any writing is good writing, even if it’s crap.

Also, NaNo is a great way to put writing in the spotlight for a while, and to gain insights that benefit more structured efforts. For instance, today, the following delightful little essay went out to all NaNoWriMo participants. I provide it in full because it’s just that awesome. (more…)

starving hysterical naked

This pissed me off enough to break my blog-intertia:

“Howl” too hot to hear: 50 years after poem ruled not obscene, radio fears to air it

Fifty years ago today, a San Francisco Municipal Court judge ruled that Allen Ginsberg’s Beat-era poem “Howl” was not obscene. Yet today, a New York public broadcasting station decided not to air the poem, fearing that the Federal Communications Commission will find it indecent and crush the network with crippling fines.

WBAI program director Bernard White fears that the FCC will fine the station $325,000 for every one of Ginsberg’s dirty-word bombs. If each Pacifica station that aired the poem - and possibly repeated it - were to be fined for airing “Howl,” it could mean millions of dollars in fines.

The potential impact of such penalties is daunting to a commercial-free station with a $4 million annual budget whose financial state White described as “in the black, but we’re surrounded by a lot of red ink. A fine like that might crush us.”

This is the society we live in: Our government stifles art out of “concern” for the tender ears of children. (more…)