Oh Wait!

okay, don't get a life. Oh Wait disappeared from me for technical reasons, probably some conspiracy of jealous people, so I continue elsewhere, to wit: www.theresmore.blogspot.com. I will continue to muse of the verities, report on my lastest bursts of creativity adn otehr stuff. remember, poetry is like potato chips. I don't know why, but trust me, they are.

Dale, are you kidding? Kasey, what about the other side of the coin? Nada, I doubt it. Gary, your argument doesn't quite hold water. Joan, don't be an ass. Ezra, get stuffed. Basho, you're really being ridiculous. Sappho, you are confused. Dante, give it up. Emily, put down that large knife!!!!

still awaiting an inundation of reponses to this blog. we're all together in commun ity, we poets. I'm just as important as Ron Silliman, if not less so. we are joined by this thing poetry, about which we akll agree is important. it's so important, reaal life important. it's where we go when we are being what we do.

I should muse more about poetry. it'like s in my blood and all, I liek to write and be there when the words arrive. they are great to see adn seriously silly, like camels. I tell the words that we need to cross a desert and they go. because it's all special and yoiu can write it all down, at least if you are creative like me. there are minutes to spedn writing and so I did. do, I'm busy. so's teh cat. he just cornered a grasshopper. I;ve rel;eased the gfrasshopper to teh mute (good poem word!) night air. this morning I got rid of a big husky spider. it's all like writing poems, except poems dont' make as much sense.

blogger now has spell check so now all my posts will be spelled prefect!!!

almost forgot to mention today the weather has been FAIR adn COOL. earthshaking!!!

oh yeah in honour of 9/11n gwbush went down the rabbit hole again

2 years ago was september 11. 3 years ago was september 11, but yoiu get what I mean. if there are any more constitutional rights you want me to give up, just let me know.

true story: the back of my office chair seatinbg arrangement fell off!!! this is yet another example of the wild things that happen to poets who keepo web longs!!!!!

shit, I haven't been giving weather reports. okay okay, 14 miels NE of Boston it is clear and cool. feels liek FALL! I don't know what the goatfooted balloonman is up to at this point.

Katy Lederer's memoir has been reviewed in the NYTimes. that's a very incredible thing and everything. for he NYTimes is an arbiter. they don't review poetry much, becasue that's not important, so Katy snuck in with memoir. that's how to do it. tunnel into the bastion that way. it doesn't matte if the review is equivocal, becasue sure they spelled her name right. see how thimngs come togetehr in a wonderful way? nowwe can delight that one of ours, Katy the Poet, got reviewed in NYT. and we can congtratulate her and stuff, for a victory for Katy is a vicgtory for us all. becasue we're a community, us poets. all together, working to make poetry safe enough to get revieweed in teh New York TIMES. someday, by golly, someday! I leanred of this great news on the POETICS listserv, where average is tops.

as a logn time poem maker, I can offer you nifty ways to make poems:
use a pen with ink, or perhaops a pencil. write them in a NOTEBOOK, or scraps of paoper as you walk alognwith your creative juices roiling inside you. try typing them out. it' s possible to use a computer, if the computer has a keyboard and something called a WORD PROCESSOR. that's how I work to create the works of art that is the lifeblood of me. usally I use a compuer. I sit down adn I type. when I am done, I save the work I just done. sometiems I use notebooks,a dn I write the poems down by hand. I just empty my mind and let i rip. if I don't like some bit that I wrote, I ofen delete it. that process is called rewriting. I like to look at thigns and say, hm, there's a poem there. then I turn on the creative juices and before you know it, tehre's a poem there. poems are everywhere, just like cheese is. I mean, I bet every country in the world has cheese, and they've gotr poems too!!! poems are univerfsal, like farts. everyone farts, yoi can't escape that fact, and poems are like that. I like thinkign aboiut poems adn stuff.

some people note on their blog reference by others to that blog. I think those who do that must be very nervous eaters. and how much does the tick of each hit count weigh? there should be a standardized value to hit counts, so people can knkow just how much importance is involved. oh and too, don't the Golden ARCHES come to mind when hit counts are adverted? haha!

someone named Joan Hooligan, a big physical presence in the poetry world (my world!!)--critical mass, so to speak--got mixed up and decided she didn't like what she should like. becasue she is a critic and wrong she must be read backwards. at the end of that exercise, I'll bet tehre's a poem! a poem comes from anywheres. we're all together in this brinkmanship, writing poems from the edge of whatever abyss we find ourselves near on this day. those who are wrong went yesterday, that's simple enough. I saw a Phish concert, seemed like twice the age of everyone else there. bhut I could figure out the beat there, and could dance for 3 hours, so I guess it was all right. poetry's kinda funny in who won't listen and what. David Hess writes ordinary loudly. you'd think someone as critical as he is wouldn't sound like a borrower.

poetry should be at least as well written as Pirates of the Caribbean

a masters degree in poetry is a real godsend

writing in the morning is best becasue you are creative and can catch those creative glints that are like sprightly elves who dance upon dewdrops, messing with syntax and exploring the various causal modalities of speech

some important things become dire with a principle, and that's why we write poetry. and we write becasue that president guy is full of poop, or synonyms thereof. we poets do our work because we like to lyric and make friends and connect network and stuff. we do our spec work when we have time in our busy schedule getting along and we read lots of books and things. I liek to think of writing poetry as the most important overrated thign I can do! that's about where my manifesto stands right now. poets ae the ear ache of the race!!

the reason why I am referring to other blogs is becasue I am reading them adn all. that's why they are there!!! me and my good freinds in the blogging community have created a network in which we all say hey across the blogs, sharing values and what not. like hey Jim, thanks for the update on your new apartment!! and, that bit about Gary seeing a movie, it's good to kow that Gary saw that movie, becasue it really must've meant something to him. as I said, once I learn to do links, I'll really be connected.

Gary Sullivan asks on hsi blog if anyone saw a particular movie last year. I didn't, unfortunately. I'm sure, however, other people did. it just stans to reason that someone else did. by the way, I know I doa disservice to teh poetry blogging community by not supplying links to the poets and whatever that I make reference to. I haven't figured that part out yet. I will link like a felon once I learn that, dont' you worry. if you link to someone, they HAVE to link to yiou, it's l;iek a rule or somehting, which si cool. I can just FEEL the enlargemetn of my audience, as the links start pouring readerrs to my blog. I admit that I still have not received an inundation of responses to my blog yet. I dont' know what's up with that, some kind of gtechnical glitch or something. when the inundation happoens, it will be a mega thing.

it would be really super excellent if someone gathered all the poet stories from the blogs about what the various New york poets DID during the blackout! I get goosebumps thinkign aboiiut those thousands of pages of 1st person reportage!!!!! yoiu know, and then we ate tons of sushi, becasue the restaurant would just have to throw the stuff out. it's intresting stuff like this, or wars, or important moral thigns that bring the poetryu community togetehr.

Jim Behrle digest: he moved!!! that's just the gist of his blog lately. it's a true story. believe me, tehre's plenty more tidbits almost more exciting!!!

DAVID HESS has stopped doing his blog. it's a shame when someone selflessly doing his own thing stops doing it. us in the poetry blog community are really emotionally feeling something about this loss. David has work to do and plus he's being harassed by someone, which si why he's quitting the blog. it seems so unfair. it's bad enough to have to work, but to be harassed and to lose your blog, it's really a lot to deal with. hey David, it's reallyu intersting about how you have to quit yoiur blog, but, yoiu know, keep up the good work or whatever!!

I wonder if anyoen among my many but nobn-inundating readers has more information concerning Emily Dickinson's cannabalism. it wqould be neat to get more info on that. to me, that a poet yoiu like is a cannibal: that's a pretty interesting tidbit. I'll bet Harvard, which owns Emily Dickinson, makes it real hard to get the lowdown on her cannabalism. tehre's a general looking down on cannbalism in thsi culture, nowadays, except among critics.

had I read Jordan Davis' blog a few days ago I could've wished him luck on some meetuing he had to DO, just call acreoss the blog aether to him: hey Jordan, goodluck!!! alas, the moment is passed. I hope he keeps us advised of the next meting or whatever for which he wants wishes of luck. this is the poetry community in action!!!

I admit i didn't write in my blog yesterday. I was too busy keeping my eye keen for LANGUAGE and experiences that would translate to poems and the like.I write everyday becasue it's my liefblood, like drinking coffee is for some people. I writre becasue I need something to do when i get up early int he morning. I write becasue I don't know, it's fun or something. just thought yoiu'd liek to know my inner workigns here. as I mentioned bnefore, I am a PUBLISHED writer.

a poet's work is neveR dung.