Josh reports...

...on a presentation by Stephanie Strickland that seems similar to what she showed us at the Poetry Project last week. I picked up ZONE ZERO at the Boog event the week before, but have yet to sit down with it or the accompanying CD.

Been meaning to write about that, and Anne's reading that night too, but have been flustricken and so can only manage sentences like "Urrrrrrrrrmmmmmnn" for the last couple of days.

So later maybe.

Apropossible

One of Anne's animations

"Rates are a lush romantic tale"[!]

TheraFlu + Poetry

= WHEEEEEEEE

Every time I close my eyes

I see Chinatown baubles.

(Why isn't every time like anytime, at least sometimes?)

**

My lips are sunburned.

OK then

Doesn't anybody else ever giggle when something is not funny? Like when a situation is uncomfortable, embarrassing, horrifying, or simply overwhelming in such a way that a more articulate response is impossible (and would be inadequate anyway)?

If we were cats, laughter would be our vocabulary of purring but also of squeaks and wails. Those more specific, communicative meows we'd save for requesting food or reporting on mice.

Poor laughter. So misunderstood.