The holidays have left me utterly drained and blank. Last night was sort of a peak, though -- Jane's dress took people's breath away (really) and that gave her a great feeling that she couldn't do anything but enjoy. So, I'm not sure what poetry inspires me today. I spent time this morning reading Herakleitos fragments (like recipes, they convey a lot in very few words). But a lot of it was end of the world stuff, which doesn't sit very well today. Fortunately, for 2012 (Happy New Year!, by the way), I've decided to change everything about myself, everything I do. Now, back to Million Dollar Rooms on HGTV. Curtis
Glitch!
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Peter's wife Nancy signed the title in the wrong spot, where it says Lien
Holder. Luckily the RI DMV lady was nice and said, "We have a remedy for
everyt...
Relationality
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… Technologies can be the means by which “consciousness itself” is
mediated. This is from ‘What Is Postphenomenology?’ found in The Critical
Ihde, edited b...
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I got so much work done outside yesterday . . . all of the front-yard and
some of the side-yard beds cleaned out and weeded, grass mowed and edged,
comp...
Three Working-Class Poems
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Longing for Power It’s to work, to home, to work, to home, to work to
death. Sunshine deficient, happy deficient, and smile deficient. They die
with a brai...
Human Rights Day Today
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The Nobel Peace Prize this year went to Narges Mohammadi, 51, of Iran. She
was arrested 13 times, convicted for five and sentenced to a total of 31
years ...
Stay away from the pool
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My mother & I were visiting a friend of hers who was living in an apartment
complex that I regarded at the time as positively palatial, what for the
commun...
In Memory of Ed Ochester, Poet & Editor, RIP
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We have asked Ed Ochester (above) to edit our Sunday poetry pages for the
next few months. Here is one of Ed's poems: March of the Penguins The
editor of N...
“In spite of all the learned have said ...”
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Philip Freneau
Philip Freneau (1752-1852) was a journalist and poet in the early years our
country was forming. And, oh, by the way, I once wrote an under...
Jason Tandon
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Born in Hartford, CT in 1975, Jason Tandon is the author of four books of
poetry, including *The Actual World*, *Quality of Life*, and *Give Over the
Hec...
Balance is important in design
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ligula eget dolor. Aenean massa. Cum sociis Theme natoque penatibus et
magnis dis ...
Feeding therapy FINALLY!!
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There is so much to catch up on and yet so little. I have noticed that the
last year has felt like an inward journey and so telling a story hasn’t
fe...
One year gone ...
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*Meeting Mark Mothersbaugh*
Today marks one year as editor of *Fresh Water *for me. Man-o-man, what a
ride it has been. Despite the intensity of the job, o...
I'm still here
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Just posting here to let anyone know (whoever is still dropping by from
time to time) that I still haven't disappeared, I've just been spending
time away f...
2015 Mini Gift Guide
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A mini last-minute gift guide...it's been quite some time since I've
posted. But I love the holidays so much and sharing gifts that I think
would be great ...
In a Landscape - The Playlist
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John Cage, “In a Landscape”
Bob Dylan, “My Back Pages”
Neil Young, “Ambulance Blues”
The Twilight Zone Theme
Babylon 5 Theme
Simon & Garfunkel, “Richard Co...
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The holidays have left me utterly drained and blank. Last night was sort of a peak, though -- Jane's dress took people's breath away (really) and that gave her a great feeling that she couldn't do anything but enjoy. So, I'm not sure what poetry inspires me today. I spent time this morning reading Herakleitos fragments (like recipes, they convey a lot in very few words). But a lot of it was end of the world stuff, which doesn't sit very well today. Fortunately, for 2012 (Happy New Year!, by the way), I've decided to change everything about myself, everything I do. Now, back to Million Dollar Rooms on HGTV. Curtis
Jane's dress sounds like a poem in itself. And yes, I think I will go for a total transfusion as well. Beginning with the brain . . .
It's never too late for a field trip to the first mall... or is it?
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