The weirdest “improvement” is this “preview your post” button, which is like Regis Philbin saying “Is that your final answer?” after everything you post. It gives me the alarming ability to think twice about what I’m blogging.
Author: Timothy Yu
Finally back from Chicago. It seems as if empires have risen and fallen since I’ve been gone. Of course, first thing that happens when I try to blog–sorry.blogger.com. I had a brief moment when it seemed as if the whole blog thing never happened, like it vanished into the cybermists from which it came. But it turns out that no,…
Google is telling me it’s M.C. Escher’s birthday. Nerds.
No, I’m not blogging because I’m still awake, I’m blogging because I just woke up. Grrrr. Darn ATA.
Heading to Chicago tomorrow (sorry, David, just missed you) for a house-hunting trip. If I’m lucky, I’ll experience the dubious joys of blogging from my boyhood home. Airplane/trip reading always a dilemma. I often find I can’t read poetry on planes–brain too deadened and wanting to stay that way–so I usually lug a novel. I picked up Don DeLillo’s new…
Robin sees Jim’s chapbook on the dining room table and says, “Oh, so that’s how you spell Behrle.”
Cassie’s talking to her blog.
Turned a corner in Moe’s and saw the new Robert Lowell Collected Poems staring at me, dust jacket like a box from Tiffany’s or a slightly ill chocolate mint. Good. I needed something else to balance Merrill. How long has Lowell been dead? Why is this book just coming out now? Why would you die and leave your literary legacy…
Kasey’s reorganized his links again–in reverse alphabetical order. Hurrah! The last shall be first.
Kent Johnson kindly sent me an updated link for Dear Jacques Lacan: An Analysis in Correspondence, “a series of ‘psychoanalytic’ exchanges between three so-called ‘Jacques’: the late, famed Jacques Lacan; his almost equally-famous disciple Jacques-Alain Miller; and a clinical patient Jacques Debrot, a fairly obscure and obviously brilliant American poet and doctoral student at Harvard University.”