Moods swing; poetry remains.
I’ve been very, very moody of late. Much of it has to do with the balance between work and personal time—or the lack thereof. I’ve been at _____’s Market nearly three months now. So close to accruing bennies, yet so far…! I’m not sorry to be working. It beats the days of staying in my bed, sleeping the afternoons away, or going on the pavement chase,...
The story so far
Thus far…I have been working on my writing and creating poems. Time, work, and stress have deviled me. I have no idea where this month will lead. But I’m determined to see the goal of a poem a day through…
Write one leaf in the form of a review of dill...
writeoneleaf: Write One Leaf + about + ask + random + facebook + twitter sponsors + You Are a Dog [ Kindle | Google | B&N | Kobo | iBookstore ] Whenever I eat at a deli, I always look forward to the round of relishes and pickles that kickstart the meal. And I especially look forward to the pickles: something about the tang, the crunch, the sharpness stimulates my appetite in ways that...
The results are in: we’re a nation of idiots. →
kateoplis: “Well, that might overstate the case a bit. But some of the latest polling data does seem to show that at least 30 percent of American citizens—and maybe lots more—are as dumb as a bag of inbred hammers. The poll in question is a delightful one put out this week by Public Policy Polling, a concern ranked by Fordham University as the best out of 28 organizations for the accuracy of its...
Previous post was about National Poetry Month. It’s frustrating trying to get these things down. Urgh!
National Poetry Month starts Monday.
“And your point is…?”
Sorry. Not shiny-happy today.
Feeling depressed of late. Not so much over work as, well—the fact that this month marks the fourth year since my mother died; I have to come up with $2000 in addition to backpaying rent; and I just don’t like going to church and putting on a demure face for the parishioners. Not much else to say at the moment. If time and thought permit—maybe later.
Okay, I know what I'm doing tonight...
Accessing the USA On Demand and playing catch up with Psych. I need a little Shassie.
Hey hey Cupid...
I’ve actually enjoyed this Valentine’s day. True, I didn’t get Morrissey or Paul Weller on my doorstep, and I didn’t get a box of bacon-caramel chocolates flecked with smoked sea salt. But I have a job, a lovely calla lily, a cell phone that takes calls, plus a mini-facial and a perfume sample from Nordie’s. Not shabby. But one thing, my winged messenger of...
Truly, Deeply, Nerdy.
I am a serious nerd. Today, while talking with one of the servers in The Cafe at Books and Books, I realized just how nerdy I was. It started as a bit of chitchat about Dr. Who (diehard Whovian, especially keen on Tom Baker, aka the Fourth Doctor), and made its way through Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers (fan of David Yost and Jason David Frank), and how I was hoping to save up some pennies...
So. Today is Ash Wednesday—the start of the Lenten season in Western Christianity. (In the Eastern church, Lent doesn’t begin until 18 March, which puts Easter even later—on Cinco de Mayo.) Look for a revamped review of This Will End In Tears soon. That’s all for now.
I am tired of myself tonight. I should like to be somebody else.– The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde (via therewasbrilliantlight) Couldn’t have said it better. Well played, Saint Oscar.
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a-study-in-timey-wimey: I really need this right now…
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Brevity and nerves.
Today marks my first day of training at Milam’s Markets: a four-hour session, with two more tomorrow and Thursday. Yes, that’s right. I said, training, as in work training. As in, at long long last: I have a job. This will alter the way I spend my days. It’s exciting, but kind of nerve-wracking. Oh yes, I’m aware that having work beats not having work, that it’s a...
Misery never sounded so sublime!
paginasdelcielo: True confession, people: I’m a misery chick. I’m really pissed off. I had a review of Adam Brent Houghtaling’s This Will End In Tears ready to go. Everything but the title and the opening lines vanished. Poof. And when I tried to reblog—I couldn’t. This is annoying. If I can reconstruct my essay, I will. Wish me luck.
Misery never sounded so sublime!
paginasdelcielo: True confession, people: I’m a misery chick. I’m a little pissed off now. I had a wonderful blog entry at my book blog, about misery and music, inspired by Adam Brent Houghtaling’s This Will End In Tears: The Miserabilist’s Guide to Music, and everything but the opening lines (and the title) vanished. Poof. I’m upset. I’ll try to reconstruct...
Something (unnerving) happens...
Yesterday I went to the local AA meeting at P____ C___ Church in Coconut Grove. A beautiful location, to be sure—modeled after Spanish-style mission churches, with beautiful landscaping, amazing sculpture, and a riot of green. This was, in AA parlance, a “Big Book” meeting: one where people read fromAlcoholics Anonymousthe book, followed by “sharing”—a practice...
A book on poetry that's worth revisiting
Recently got my hands on The Practice of Poetry: Writing Exercises from Poets Who Teach. As always, great thanks to my friendly neighborhood public library system for having more than one copy of this book on tap. What Robin Behn and Chase Twichell—and the host of writers and poets who have contributed—have done is invaluable: as editors and practicing poets, they provide a wealth of...
Society exists only as a mental concept; in the real world there are only...– Oscar Wilde (via shopviciouss) Tell that to every 12-Stepper on the planet…would their heads explode?
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Happiness is overrated.
Last night, at Books and Books, there was a rollicking discussion going on at the Socrates Cafe meeting. The conversation covered a wide range of subjects—time, personality, introversion/extroversion, Newtown, living in one’s own bubble…while normally the talk winds up at nine, this session went on till about 10: 30, more or less. At some point, the discussion turned to...
CTBHHM: Contentment Is All That Matters →
In 12-Step groups, a newbie may be encouraged by his or her sponsor to keep a record of things that make one grateful. To use a lovely thought-stopper, if you want to be sober, make better decisions, have a great life and the like, you must cultivate an “attitude of gratitude.” And make no mistake: gratitude is a lovely thing, and I can certainly see things, places, and people that...
Marco Rubio: Homosexuality’s a sin but I’m totally... →
Senator Rubio: your “hate the sin, love the sinner” patter was trite and untrue in the 1980s, when I first heard that stunning bit of pretzel logic. I never thought I’d say it, but I do hope Charlie Crist runs against you in 2016. I may even vote for him. I don’t see him engaging in the sort of double-tongued BS that you’re spouting now.
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December is here. So, too, Art Basel, holiday specials, and the onslaught of compulsory cheer: if you’re not holly jolly, then there’s something wrong. Actually, I think that going into Christmas/Hanukkah/Yule/Festivus/_________(fill in as you like) as if that’s the be-all/end-all of life is, well, disquieting. I’m not that happy 24/7. Can’t really speak for anyone...
Mark Krikorian: Hispanics are born liberal →
Funny that Mr. Krikorian believes that Hispanics are, to a person, liberal, and therefore evil minions out to bring white America to its knees. I know more than a few Cubans and non-Cuban Hispanics in Miami who would be happy to list their conservative bona fides—hell, one or two would probably brag about their support for the Tea Party, Marco Rubio, and so forth… And then I could...