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September
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- Gopnik on Magic
- Slavery as Basis for an Ideology of Deregulation
- Dowd on Kissinger
- Harp Guitar, Pat Metheny
- Lousy Govt. = Lousy Economy
- Miles plays the drums
- Paul Newman
- Not Exactly Woody Guthrie
- Shakespeare parodies
- No on 8, you Californians!
- Idroscalo. Ostia
- DMB on HST and other things
- Jazz for Obama
- Swerve, in Horizon Review
- Understanding the election
- Don Brown on DFW
- Reasons to collect books
- Johnny Cash, by David Bauer
- DFW
- Clueless
- A Campaign of Lies
- Obama as a Historic Figure
- Reginald Shepherd
- A Darwinian Vision
- Avantgarde Times
- An Artist's Text Book, by Jan Svenungsson
- See Something Different: Joe Biden
- Baker Street
- Crain on Palin
- The Ensemble, by Floyd Skloot
- Donny O'Rourke and Padraig Rooney: a poetry readin...
- Chris Smither in the UK
- Afternoon Nap
- McCain is a pain 2
- McCain is a pain
- Red-Green in Basel
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September
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My book of poems
Human Shields (my band)
Poems
- An Accident and Two Coincidences (PDF)
- Campfire
- Classroom
- Distance
- Edge
- First Rain in Delhi
- Happening
- Highs in the Low Seventies
- Lace
- Mandolin
- Pipe Smoke
- River
- Romance
- Rummy's Player
- Strike
- Tambourine
- The Beekeeper
- The Director of Antiquities: A Photograph, 1953
- Thomas Hardy Listens to Louis Armstrong
- Those Who Wake at Night
- Yorick Sings
Translations of Poems
- A City Dweller (Réda)
- am my own zoo (Draesner)
- Chamber Heart (Duden)
- Five poems (Gräf)
- Graves (Sartorius)
- I shudder even now (Petri)
- in the year one, that was (Seiler)
- Ingeborg Bachmann Dies in Rome (Köhler)
- my birth year, sixty-three, that (Seiler)
- N. Crosses the Alps (Gräf)
- Responsorium (Duden)
- The Letter Scale (Réda)
4 comments:
Aaaargh! It's become a meta-poem. Or you've become a meta-poem.
Or something.
No, I am not a meta-poem. I met a poem last week, though. At least I think it was a poem. I was groggy from my afternoon nap.
But in the poem, he falls back to sleep, or is it--? Kind of eerie, anyway.
True, he does fall asleep again!
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