So the other day, I almost wept when I watched this video. I know, weird, it’s of a woman talking about lyric poetry and flarf in her kitchen. But she also talks about poetic forms as a response to the absurdity and insanity of our world, a way to cope with the craziness that we live in—and if a creative response isn’t a positive one, I don’t know what is.Read More
It’s Peace and Love at the protest in Tucson. I am not camping at Armory Park but I’ve been going down there every day sharing ideas and company. At some point I’ll be leading yoga and meditation to anyone who wants it.Read More
Nauseating and fascinating at once.
What would have become of Mary Kate and Ashley if they stuck to rapping about food?Read More
“translation” of 57 by the Sixth Dalai Lama–Tibet (1683 to 1706) Glaze thrash of tongues under dark moon salt water ripple stained rub rusty ring rang like minced groans the bang shook away our youth original poem 57 bya de khrung khrung dkar mo nga la gshog rstal gyar dang thag ring rgyang la mi […]Read More
Mother Soap is generally depicted in literature and book illustration as Slather ,an elderly sideways country woman in a flouncy hat and shawl, but is sometimes depicted as a gargoyle.Read More