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Somebody finally noticed that I update my archives! Use those permalinks. Thanks, Laurable–stay awhile.
Welcome, Visitor #1000! Well, since I started counting, at least.
I guess the HiH honeymoon’s over. If a social poet is “One who makes an art that transcends or destroys the division between populism and elitism,” then I’m even more convinced that there is no such thing as a social poet, at least in the 20th century. (Spicer: “No one listens to poetry.”) Poetry at least since modernism seems predicated…
One wonders – especially if one c’est moi
And hooray! David Hess is back. Although I don’t think social poets are supposed to eat each other.
Don’t check your email! It might be the New York Times looking for disgruntled bloggers.
Whatever You Want Is What You Want: 21 Responses for Jim Behrle 1. Critic & Poet = Lisa & Bart. 2. The Matrix is the matrix. 3. Rip every page out of every book you read and deface it beyond recognition. 4. John Ashbery and a stripper walk into a bar. The stripper says, “Isn’t it delightful that we’re not…
Slow blog day–I think Long Nose P.B. took a lot out of Stephanie & Kasey. Humanities Center end-of-year picnic. I got an award for “Coolest Shoes.” Then spent two hours at the emergency room with a friend who pulled/tore something in her calf playing frisbee at the picnic. She kept telling the nurses that she was injured trying to catch…
Referral of the day: tympan blog nourished All blogs are one.