I’d join the band as a backup singer, but I guess I’d have to audblog my bits.
Author: Timothy Yu
Del’s first postcard arrived yesterday–I guess SF mail is more efficient than East Bay mail, as Cassie’s sometimes took days. Talk about the material text–there was a word I couldn’t make out because part of the back of the card had torn off, which I guess made it even more interesting. It was strange to start writing postcards before I’d…
James Longenbach in the Boston Review: The Collected Poems of Robert Lowell opens a window onto the life of a great American poet. That this poet is named Frank Bidart does not distract from Lowell’s achievement…
The Collected Poems of Robert Lowell: Errata Blake mud stupid mundi champ of marsh from India with my Mother’s toddy the Swiss had thrown the orange the zoo’s rumble fumble its antic dough The account of him is pulchritudinous on some dupe I want to stay with grappa! My childhood was an amusing shower another nerf to plain a salvaged…
Believe it or not, I am posting poems because I am actually finding it easier to write poems than to come up with some other scintillating form of blog content. Weird side effect of blogout.
Elephant & Castle [19] Your raygun name is a sour berry, a hanger-on. That backwater pint wouln’t cut a finch. Is it tough enough for action is what I’m asking. Every barber-can Smith & Jerry thinks he’s got us up a mudchute. Soak it, chalk it up to crossing castles at the gooey end of the street.
I knew Kasey and I thought alike.
You are Beast! You are brilliant and extremely clever. You can handle almost any problem swiftly and efficiently. You are devoted to philosophy and are always up for a good discussion. Sometimes, though, your anger gets the best of you and you upset those whom you care about.
Tempted to go back and retake the test to be someone more interesting.
Realized that Del may very well read the poem here before he even gets the postcard, which I can’t decide if it’s cool or totally defeats the point.