Got paranoid reading Jack’s article until I realized it was detourned. Whew!
This semester I’m gong to be teaching “The Philosophy of Andy Warhol” to my upper level ESL students at Pratt.
I noticed, reading it last night, that it’s EERILY SIMILAR to this blog in tone and content.
The doctor looked at my tongue for so long it dried up and fell out so I had to go fish it out of a bin of dried bananas at the dried fruit and nut store. I had to soak it in absinthe to rehydrate it. Then I reattached it with twine. Now it seems to be working OK.
(for Allen Bramhall, who is one of my favorite writers in cyberia)
If you happen to see the latest Utne Reader in your acupuncturist’s office, as I did, have a look at the article about America’s poetry phobia.
It’s a stupid article that relies mostly on Dana Gioa’s “Can Poetry Matter” for its notions, but towards the end it quotes a poem of Ange Mlinko’s as an example of “inaccessible”, “intellectual” poetry — although I would never use either of these terms to describe Ange’s poetry. The quote from her poem is the only thing even remotely readable in the article, and it’s amusing to watch how the author tentatively creeps up to it, finally allowing that we all have the tools to read the poem, which neither alludes to arcane theories nor employs any thousand-dollar words.
Utne Reader is a patronizing magazine that insults its readers.
Read Harper’s instead.
I rarely find reviews of anything useful, except possibly electronics and appliances. I don’t have many occasions to read those, though. I enjoy reading and writing poetry reviews, but that doesn’t mean I find them useful, in terms of “consumer choice.”
Ben Friedlander! If you’re reading this, please email or call me or Gary ASAP about your Segue date!
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…
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….
What’s flarf, anyway?
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.
