If I don’t get DSL I will never be able to read another Jim Side again. Stupid dial-up.
Author: Timothy Yu
A squeaking & hissing radiator is a sound I haven’t heard since my sophomore year in college (or before, really), but there they go. Over the weekend the temperature dropped about 20 degrees–it was a “brisk” 45 degrees this morning when I drove Robin to campus, warming up to the mid-50s but now cooling again. Plunging my arm down where…
My computer steadfastly refuses to recognize our relocation to the Central Time Zone. It continues to insist that “Seattle is a city in the current time zone.” Wishful thinking. I don’t even drink coffee.
Woo-hoo! Notley and Jarnot back-to-back! Not to mention this Strand fellow, who I hear is a nice dresser. Poem Present: Readings and Lectures for 2003-2004 University of Chicago MARK STRAND Thursday, October 16: Reading (Classics 10: 5:30pm) Friday, October 17: “A Case from the Annals of Translation” (Classics 10: 1:00 pm) WILLIAM FULLER Thursday, October 30 : Reading (Classics 10:…
Two potted citrus trees now live in our chilly sunroom. The first, a lemon tree, is named Woodstock. The second, a lime tree, is, of course, named Kasey.
Hey North Shore… William Fuller will be reading from Sadly (Flood Editions, 2003) at The Bookstall, 811 Elm Street, Winnetka Wednesday, October 1st, 7:30 pm For more information call 847-446-8880 Flood Editions PO Box 3865 Chicago IL 60654-0865
Now that the tube map is back up… Elephant & Castle [22] These gallons are reaching their limit, high- shelving in the circular rain. The quays all point one way, back in toward the snapped-to chain. Tottering won’t be here for long, if you call that would. More damp, more clapping high-hat lampreys waiting in that three-ring cross tell us…
Hey you! Stop whatever it is you’re doing and go read Ron Silliman on Del Ray Cross! He’s an optimist, he’s a love poet, he’s the future of poetry!
Stephanie asks if anybody’s yet talked about the way Combo doesn’t give each poem its own page but just launches unceremoniously into the next one as soon as the last one’s done. I.e. no “white space.” Oh, yes, your high school English teacher always told you the white space was really, really important. Usually, though, what it’s meant to be…
Thanks to Robin, the tube map is rightside-up again. This train is for Cockfosters.