archives for October 2008

friday refrains · paul guest

Friday 24 October 2008 | 5 cookies in the jar

It’s actually kinda hard for me to write this post, because frankly it’s been quite a while since I’ve had a poet-crush this bad (as in, swoony sigh: Dana Levin, Don Share, Jon Davis….honestly, I can get as goopy over these writers as most chicks my age do over George Clooney) (or Robert Downey) (though […]

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lucky

Thursday 23 October 2008 | 11 cookies in the jar


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highbrow/lowbrow/hotbrow

Wednesday 22 October 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar

This Newsweek article has salient points to make, especially weighed against the recent tidal resurgence of “Pro-American!” anti-intellectualism….but who cares, really, when OMG BISEXUAL LEONARD BERNSTEIN YOU ARE SO HOT.

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benefit of the doubt

Wednesday 22 October 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar

So, okay, I really want to get next to this. I mean, smarter people than I am must’ve made the decision. And Mr. Wood has proven himself capable in many other ways. But I’m just…I’m just struggling, a little, here. Because how is this going to work, wherein a HOBBIT PLAYS A DIONYSIAN ROCK GOD???
The […]

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alcestis on the poetry circuit

Wednesday 22 October 2008 | I like a cookie

Because? Because, because I just caught myself grimly vacuuming and dusting, with this on in the background, thinking fiercely, as I have been ever since his twenty-eighth birthday earlier this month, about whether to contact the Young Monk, after three years, be the bigger man and bury the hatchet and generously enact forgiveness and visualize […]

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the bridge

Monday 20 October 2008 | someone left a cookie

I was stiff and cold, I was a bridge, I lay over a ravine. My toes on one side, my fingers clutching the other, I had clamped myself fast into the crumbling clay. The tails of my coat fluttered at my sides. Far below brawled the icy trout stream. No tourist strayed to this impassable […]

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perspective

Monday 20 October 2008 | 5 cookies in the jar

COUNTRY
At the very corner of this old map is a country I long for. It is the country of apples, hills, lazy rivers, sour wine, and love. Unfortunately a huge spider has spun its web over it, and with sticky saliva has closed the toll gates of dreams.
It is always like that: an angel with […]

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well it’s about freakin’ time

Monday 20 October 2008 | 4 cookies in the jar

I’m also troubled by, not what Senator McCain says, but what members of the party say, and it is permitted to be said. Such things as ‘Well you know that Mr. Obama is a Muslim.’ Well the correct answer is ‘He is not a Muslim, he’s a Christian, he’s always been a Christian.’ But the […]

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friday refrains · brigit pegeen kelly

Sunday 19 October 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar

ISKANDARIYA
It was not a scorpion I asked for, I asked for a fish, but
maybe God misheard my request, maybe God thought
I said not “some sort of fish,” but a “scorpion fish,” a
request he would surely have granted, being a goodly
God, but then he forgot the “fish” attached to the
“scorpion” (because God, too, forgets, everything
forgets); so […]

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october

Sunday 19 October 2008 | I like a cookie

Everyone has two memories. The one you can tell and the one that is stuck to the underside of that, the dark, tarry smear of what happened. (Amy Bloom)

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