On the Poetry of Allen Ginsberg really is still the only major collection of essays, and probably the only good critical book that isn’t a biography, available on Ginsberg, which is a total embarrassment. What the heck are all us academics doing with our time? Oh, right. Blogging.
Author: Timothy Yu
“Little microbes” is pretty redundant, isn’t it.
This also means I have to take all the tape flags out of my books. I am currently working my way through On the Poetry of Allen Ginsberg, which is a veritable forest of flags–one of my classmates declared that it was the “worst abuse of tape flags” she had ever seen. Now I feel guilty about it because one…
The Skeptic has a notice of Elizabeth Willis’s Turneresque, which I read back in June and enjoyed and have been meaning to talk about but ashamedly haven’t. Hope to rectify that soon.
Ugh–another unpleasant task: returning all my library books. What this means, of course, is going through and bidding goodbye to each one, some from three or four dissertation topics ago, some with those articles in them that I know I should have read but never got around to, some (even worse) that might have something useful in them but I’ve…
Robin filed her dissertation this morning! Let the “doctor in the house” jokes begin.
Last night’s going-away poetry swap, special edition: 7 pm at David’s Deli; bread products exchanged for potato products and tuna salad and then an adjournment to Del’s place which we’ve never seen in the dark, only in Sunday-brunch sunshine, Del pulling the shades and Stephanie expressing astonishment that Del actually sleeps in the same place we eat bread and talk…
Good morning, Australia!
Catherine and I made the same bad “lime tree transplanted” joke within 15 minutes of each other. Heh. Well, she did it first.
That naked Bjork tells me I can see Alli again, sort of. The sidebar’s still wide but what matters is there.