Month: January 2005

  • em ty

    I stumbled across this post today on a weblog written by Ron Silliman, a modern poet of sorts. Its about an interesting genre of poetry know as pwoermds (a blending of “words” and “poems”). Given Mike’s recent post, I don’t think he’d like a poem like: by Jonathan Brannen laugnage But, maybe? Truly, this tiny…

  • Mnemosyne

    Mnemosyne by Trumbull Stickney It’s autumn in the country I remember. How warm a wind blew here about the ways! And shadows on the hillside lay to slumber During the long sun-sweetened summer-days. It’s cold abroad the country I remember. The swallows veering skimmed the golden grain At midday with a wing aslant and limber;…

  • Thanks

    Mike, Thanks for the upkeep! I haven’t posted here for a while, but I hope to put some poems up soon…

  • Back On-line (for Now)

    I’ve updated the Guts of Winter to something the cool kids call an unstable nightly, a term that here means that things might all go to Hell in a very fast handbasket. Not much has changed yet, but with new guts I can start installing anti-spam stuff. And the posting interface has changed a bit.…

  • Important: ReadMe

    I’m a-gon’ attempt an upgrade to the infrastructure here. The blogware needs a new pair of shoes. I haven’t had a chance to test everything locally, so I have a feeling things may be buggy for a little while, but I’m about to lose my free time (right about… NOW), so it’s now or never,…

  • Stately Pleasure-Domes

    I have survived my exams (though I did not excel—thankfully, my grades do not interest me), but I still carry a few battle scars. My Property Law professor gave us a 7-hour exam centering around the hypothetical intellectual property issues that would be involved if (1) Samuel Taylor Coleridge had written Kubla Khan 150 years…

  • Nash on Metaphor Similie

    Selection from Very Like a Whale by Ogden Nash Now then, this particular Assyrian, the one whose cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold, Just what does the poet mean when he says he came down like a wolf on the fold? In heaven and earth more than is dreamed of in our philosophy there…

  • Epiphany

    Etude by Ted Kooser I have been watching a Great Blue Heron fish in the cattails, easing ahead with the stealth of a lover composing a letter, the hungry words looping and blue as they coil and uncoil, as they kiss and sting. Let’s say that he holds down an everyday job in an office.…

  • Night

    Night by Louise Bogan The cold remote islands And the blue estuaries Where what breathes, breathes The restless wind of the inlets, And what drinks, drinks The incoming tide; Where shell and weed Wait upon the salt wash of the sea, And the clear nights of stars Swing their lights westward To set behind the…