Monks Succeed in Cyclone Relief as Junta Falters By THE NEW YORK TIMESThe Burmese are growing even closer to Buddhist monks, who are providing the aid that the generals do not offer
Wildly Interesting Books
- Adam's Task by Vicki Hearne
- Anything by Colin Cotterill
- Auguries of Innocence by Patti Smith
- Big Box Swindle by Stacy Mitchell
- Darwin: A Life in Poems by Ruth Padel
- Gehry Draws
- Human Smoke by Nicholson Baker
- Out of Our Heads by Ava Noe
- Stylepedia: A Guide to Graphic Design, Mannerisms, Quirks and Conceits
- The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larrson
- The God of Small Things by Arundahti Roy
- The Long Fall by Walter Mosely
- The Martin Beck Series by Maj Sjowall and Per Waloo
- The Story of Edgar Sawtelle by David Wroblewski
- The Wrecking Crew by Thomas Frank
- Vermeeer in Bosnia by Lawrence Weschler
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
We wouldn't have believed it if we hadn't seen it for ourselves. Luckily we had our camera handy and got this candid snapshot. Note: See glass of wine in hand of Mystery Poet. Click on picture for close up of Mystery Poet
Monday, May 12, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
'Tis a terrible thing to watch the descent of a talented (?) artist into madness. Oy.
classmates sharing tidbits indeed! why doesn't it include poetry, my future that is, may i ask? do you not understand the complexities of my verse? or are you adverse? indeed! what if Poe faced such rejection? i daresay he'd have gone mad. aha! that's it! you think me mad, don't you? oh, diabolical twist of fate. dear reader, do you not see? she thinks me mad! she thinks me off center! she suspects that i am in league with some diabolical force from which a vortex sucks the lifeblood. her critical barbs sting like a vampire's filthy tooth. oh, woe! she has set the rats against me. she viles my name. she does not want another rhyme to slither from my fingers to keyboard, to relieve pressure from my teeming brain. she is loathe to kindle within me the creative spirit. she stoops to conquer. she all but snuffs the flame of my candle or blows the snuff from it's little anatomical box between thumb and forefinger, so that she might see me sweat with withdrawal not from the drugs alone, but from the very essence of creation itself!!!call you? huh! why would i want further abuse, obtuse one? nay. i shall wither as so you wish: in my dark and dreary frame of reference, a portrait of the artist as a madman, sepia toned, and alas! caught like a spider in the vast david mitchell network.Oh, you'll be sorry, Ms. Lafferty that you were responsible for the day the poetry died!is this mad enough for you?oh, you make me so mad!
Come with your dangling participle!
Arrive with your gyrating gerund!
Please recollectThe Grammatical End Times are near!
Make haste with hyperbole and hyphen:
Onomatopoeia and peons alike -'Tis the age of oxy morons and wastrelsWho drink, eat, and do not treasure verse.
Come all avenging protagonists!With pen now mightier than sword.
Split infinitives and cleave dark derivativesRelease all bottled iambic pentameter!
Second comings are for dilettantes and dreamersArrive once and you'll conquer my heart!
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Have you ever met the Little Red Hen? Hers was the first story in the Ontario Primer, and it was printed not in the Latin alphabet, but in the debased calligraphy which was taught to children at that time, ruining their handwriting forever. Why it was thought that children could read this script more easily than print, I do not know. In the pictures illustrating the story, the Little Red Hen was larger than the cat, the dog, and the pig with whom she shared the farmyard. Much later in life, when I became interested in the ikons of the Orthodox church, I discovered the reasoning behind this apparent absurdity; the Little Red Hen was morally bigger than the cat, the dog, and the pig, so she was drawn larger, just as saints in ikons are drawn larger than pagans or people of mere ordinary virtue.
The rest is really worth reading. Follow the link.