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Texas supermodel takes to writing poetry...
tags: Poetry supermodel
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Monday, March 13, 2006
Safe from harms way...
The weekend brought with it another trip to Lawrence, Kansas where my daughter rode in two cycling events. A prolog (a time trial) and then later a Crit. The weather was windy but not rainy as it had been the week before. Meghan did much better. I was impressed that she seemed to keep her laps on the Crit pretty consistent as I timed her.
My wife put in long hours volunteering at the event. We were all tired by the time we got home.
Little did we know how fortunate we were for Saturdays weather and not Sundays as severe weather pounded parts of Kansas and Missouri Sunday. The KU campus is closed today with major parts of the campus having some damage to the structures.
Sunday, we rounded up all the pets and headed for the basement as tornado warnings sounded near our home. We were all safe, suffered no damage, but it put a bit of a crimp in some of the chores I had planned. None the less, I still got a lot done, though little work on poetry. I did journal extensively.
Saturdays mail brought with it a rejection letter on two of the poems I had out. They are both strong pieces of work and I am not too dismayed, they will go right back out. I'll find the right venue for them yet.
With that I'll close with a couple of quotes on critics of writing....
Critics are like eunuchs in a harem: they know how it's done,they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves. - Brendan Francis Behan
Asking a working writer what he feels about critics is like asking a lamp-post what it feels about dogs. - John Osborne
tag: critics rejection letter storms tornado
My wife put in long hours volunteering at the event. We were all tired by the time we got home.
Little did we know how fortunate we were for Saturdays weather and not Sundays as severe weather pounded parts of Kansas and Missouri Sunday. The KU campus is closed today with major parts of the campus having some damage to the structures.
Sunday, we rounded up all the pets and headed for the basement as tornado warnings sounded near our home. We were all safe, suffered no damage, but it put a bit of a crimp in some of the chores I had planned. None the less, I still got a lot done, though little work on poetry. I did journal extensively.
Saturdays mail brought with it a rejection letter on two of the poems I had out. They are both strong pieces of work and I am not too dismayed, they will go right back out. I'll find the right venue for them yet.
With that I'll close with a couple of quotes on critics of writing....
Critics are like eunuchs in a harem: they know how it's done,they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves. - Brendan Francis Behan
Asking a working writer what he feels about critics is like asking a lamp-post what it feels about dogs. - John Osborne
tag: critics rejection letter storms tornado
The start of something small
calendarlive.com: The start of something small
Susan Salter Reynolds, LA Times staff writer reviews a new book Edgar Allan Poe & the Juke-Box: Uncollected Poems, Drafts, and Fragments.
According the Reynolds, this book is best suited for true fans of the poet Elizabeth Bishop. People already quite familiar with her work.
Susan Salter Reynolds, LA Times staff writer reviews a new book Edgar Allan Poe & the Juke-Box: Uncollected Poems, Drafts, and Fragments.
According the Reynolds, this book is best suited for true fans of the poet Elizabeth Bishop. People already quite familiar with her work.
tags: poetry Elizabeth Bishop poet review
Friday, March 10, 2006
Hum...
George Orwell: Nineteen Eighty-Four. You are the
classic warning against the threat of
totalitarianism. To you, politics and
philosophy are inseparable, auchtorities suck
and the reality might not exist outside our
imaginations.
Which literature classic are you?
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Thursday, March 09, 2006
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Trophy
A face awash in white
Veins drained of the fervent red
Trunk drawn into fetal form
Mock, mock, it is written in the air
Its taste, dingy rock salt
And perfume, essence
of nothing-
Consideration, not withstanding
The evident, apart from a picture window
Saturated in transparent misdirection,
Hard as granite, a place to rest your laurels
A baton with which to bruise
A trophy to hold
*note / original title The Air
Veins drained of the fervent red
Trunk drawn into fetal form
Mock, mock, it is written in the air
Its taste, dingy rock salt
And perfume, essence
Consideration, not withstanding
The evident, apart from a picture window
Saturated in transparent misdirection,
Hard as granite, a place to rest your laurels
A baton with which to bruise
A trophy to hold
*note / original title The Air
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
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