Reminder:

YOU are a micropress...you just don't know it yet.

The DIY class starts July 7. Two weeks Three days left to sign up! (Class starts Thursday at 7:00 p.m.)

Robot Fires Blush Ray Setting Off Explosion of Pink

Jordan appreciates LIT 10, with special mention for these five (nos. 92-96). (Thanks, J!)

Itching

Haven't written much. But soon, I think.

Feeling not unlike a migraine aura.

Love (one of) my (many) job(s)

Signed off on final proofs for Jen Knox's A Gringo Like Me Friday. It's at the printer. Aw yeah.

And I'm sending first-pass proofs to Miss Pafunda for Pretty Young Thing in a little bit.

Holiday = working that doesn't feel like working.

Album

[expired]

What is something which your peers/colleagues may assume you've read but haven't? Why haven't you?

Ted Berrigan's Sonnets. (Not all together, anyway. Though I've read individual ones here and there, off and on.)

Not sure. Just hadn't gotten around to procuring them.

Till now.

Update: It's really amazing to me how much of a poet one thinks one doesn't know that well one actually does know pretty well when one sits down to rectify the unknowing. Subbing for one and a poet. What; it's like I've already been absorbing the sonnets from the residue they've left on other poets? So soft! You're soaking in it. Or maybe I have just grazed at many of more of them I realized in my ramshackle browsing. This handy little book'll need to stay handy most of the time now on.

Update: Oh I'm not finished. Thinking or rather nothinking. (& remembering that I used to be less self-conscious talking into this thing.) You know what I mean. I mean they are comfortable instead of earth shattering, because I am not of the same moment as the book. So it is a relief to read the sonnets and also a disappointment. But it is mostly a joy.

Batshit barnacles

Lady poets
with phials
of poison
creep velvet
tried true
Tired you

Don't sigh
poetesses or
brush pretty
so dainty
Rush titty
No panty

Bum muscles
grey matters?
What fuck
you speak
jack asses
of poetesses