Month: August 2004

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The doctor looked at my tongue today and said “depleted chi.” Sigh…

Now it looks like I’ve been attacked by a giant octopus, I’ve got magnets in my ears and I smell like white flower oil.

The things we do for health…

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The Bolagna Improvisations

or

Did you mean to search for: bologna 

hey have you ever wondered why bolagna is spelt

bolagna and its sopossed to be said

bolona but we say bolone its really odd

at least i think so

how bout you

I don’t like: people who take themselves too

seriously, guys who are too uptight,

irresponsibility, guys who cheat on

their lovers, bolagna sandwiches, guys …

and he shall be my Squishy! teehee….

*chews bolagna happily* *throws spork at

you*. Deviant: ~screamingdaffodils

put flowers on familys graves, and stop and have a

slaburger.i even remember when i sla burger

was a thick piece of bolagna with slaw

Geesh! –

Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring banana phone

Boop-boo-ba-doo-ba-doop! Ping pong

ping pong ping pong ping panana phone

It’s no bolagna, it aint a phony!

6 Chips/salsa, but with thin Lays orginal,

not tortilla 7 Ritz crackers with a few

cans of spray cheese 8 Carefully rolled

slices of Bolagna with spray cheese

Empty pill bottle (pills dumped in purse)

Half eaten Bolagna* (hungry shopper…

So next time you play..

with or without Mr McGee…

Think of me…naked..eating a

bolagna sandwich,

and spanking your mom….

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I agree, Jordan, that the opposite of love is not hate but indifference, if only because love and hate are linked by the extent of their passion.

There is a key difference, though, in that you want to destroy or hurt someone you hate, but you want to delight and take care of someone you love.

I suppose this is merely platitudinous.

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OK, I’m answering the same set of questions that Josh answered on his blog.

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Hello Paul,

I think it’s great that you are planning to write such an article for Poets and Writers. I very strongly suggest that you make contact with Nick Piombino (of http://nickpiombino.blogspot.com, or fait accompli) before you start writing. He has emerged as the foremost theorist of po-bloggers yet. He’s also one of the most interesting blog-practitioners.

I was interested in your questions about blogging, because to tell you the truth, I ask myself those questions about blogging nearly every day. And nearly every day I come up with different answers. By extension, I ask myself the same questions about writing in general and also about living — but that of course is a road too long and involved to take here, in this comments box.

You ask: “What good is it?”

Questions of ultimate value are lost on me. I don’t know if it’s a good thing or not that my blog has caused me to generate some writing that I might otherwise have done. But in fact, it has. I’m not sure that blogging has been “good” for my writing. I’m not sure what writing, how much or what kind, I would have done had I not started a blog. But I will say this: I am a deeply impatient person. Blogs offer a kind of (admittedly limited) instant gratification in that I can make the writing public instantly. Whether anyone actually reads it or not is another matter.

What do you get out of it?

Mainly, it is amusing. It is also a place where I can engage with the notions (and obsessions) that are swimming around in my consciousness, the events in the world, and other people in a space that is not too strictly defined, not vetted by any gatekeepers, either peers or authorities, and that is capacious enough to be as ridiculous and trivial as it is grave and serious.

Has it changed your ideas about writing?

No.

What’s weird about it?

I often feel that I am talking to myself (the blog’s motto for a while was “like shouting into a cistern!”), that I am not really part of a community here. I don’t think that’s objectively true, but rather a projection of a deeper sense of disconnection from others (or from “pure being”?) that is particularly easy to feel in a virtual environment.

The cyberworld has always been for me the site of both tremendous emotional gratification as well as neurosis; computers themselves have been both stimulating and injurious. There’s lots that’s weird about having a blog — not least the appearance of creepy anonymous commenters or out-of-nowhere flame wars.

In general, though, I think blogging is more fun than it is weird. And I read other people’s blogs *avidly*.

What misgivings do you have?

I wish I had waited to become a blogger until data entry gets to the point where we don’t actually have to type but can just think our thoughts onto the screen.

I have some misgivings that I don’t actually spend more time on my blog, making it into a real work of art and attentiveness instead of what I like to call a “magpie space” — but really this is all I have energy for.

Why do it?

I initially became a blogger because just about all poetry bloggers at the time were men. That didn’t seem right. I often disagree(d) with their poetics and opinions, and wanted my own territory where I could do so publicly, as well as articulate my own sensibilities.

I’m thrilled to see that now the poetry blogging world is fairly TEEMING with brilliant women.

May it continue to expand….