I’m now in possession of a picture of myself wearing an octopus hat, a pink lei, and a hula hoop.
Author: Timothy Yu
Just back from a fabulous poetry swap at Del’s place. Blog heaven: Stephanie, Cassie, and Catherine all there, along with Jennifer and Del. (We’ll get them all blogging someday.) We were all on time today (a departure from the usual range of half-hour early to two hours late), which was perhaps a sign that everybody had their A-games: some great…
Perhaps the social is something that is impossible not to include, but it can be acknowledged (or not) with varying degrees of consciousness.
Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the social…
It’s a relative category, but we have not been taught that. Hence my reason for raising the question in the first place. I considered it a “social” gesture on my part. It certainly was, David–especially since you managed to pack up, move across the country, and still pick up the thread. Thanks.
Because, you see, this particular squirrel puppet was a Long Nosed Pinocchio Squirrel Bitch!
Henry Gould’s thrown his hat into the ring on the social poet thing. (Whew. I thought no one was listening.) I agree that there’s much more to the 20th c. (and to modernism) than anti-mass culture jeremiads. But I also think that “synthesizing” elite and mass culture is not the same thing as erasing the boundaries between them, or writing…
Until this week, David and I lived in contiguous states. As of August, we will again live in contiguous states. These states, of course, are those of inspiration & madness.
If I’m not mistaken, Jim, David is now observing Central Daylight Time. Unless you meant something else by “in my time zone,” in which case you’d better take it up with him.
POPULAR MECHANICS: the perfect Father’s Day gift. I’m in there next to Stephanie, which is dreamy. If we had gone to elementary school together I probably would have sat right behind her and dunked her pigtails into the inkwell.