I remember discovering the orgasm poems when you sent some to Berkeley Poetry Review 20+ years ago. As I recall you'd already placed the one(s) we wanted, but we decided we would go with one from your what-about-these batch. I was happy with what we published, of course. Time goes by.
BPR exists when there's someone eager to run it. There's little continuity year-to-year. It's basically a new invention every time, only the name hanging on.
A Small Gap of Implausibility
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… performance in animation is often more of a push-pull. This is from
Shadow of a Mouse: Performance, Belief, and World-Making in Animation by
Donald Craft...
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I woke up to rain, rattling, swirling against panes and roof--the first
real rain we've had in months, and it's supposed to continue all day and
night an...
The Easy Life on Cruise Control
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Life is so damn easy for me. I don’t have to plan for the future because
Evangelical preachers say Armageddon is coming. Until then, conservative
politici...
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
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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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So very happy to see you on this wonderful list.
So immensely happy to see both this list and you on it. Made my day.
Thank you!
Lists! It's that time of year!
I remember discovering the orgasm poems when you sent some to Berkeley Poetry Review 20+ years ago. As I recall you'd already placed the one(s) we wanted, but we decided we would go with one from your what-about-these batch. I was happy with what we published, of course. Time goes by.
Happy Holidaze!
Oh, that was a while ago! I don't think that review still exists. Or does it? Thanks for taking my work!
Happy Holidays to you, too!
BPR exists when there's someone eager to run it. There's little continuity year-to-year. It's basically a new invention every time, only the name hanging on.
Same with me, every day.
Basically a new world every time.
They say senior dementia does that, but still.
In any case, Nin, that is a swell plug and my only quarrel with the list is that it has a top and you are not on it.
The top, that is.
Why settle for second best when you aren't, as my caregiver would probably say, if I had one.
But that's only one of the many things I don't like about lists, they are so pinheaded really when you stop to think of it.
And just imagine the New York School used to call them poetry!!
That's SO Jurassic Park (said the wee voice from deep in the pit of the colossal dinosaur footprint).
On the other hand, my dear, happy New Year.
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