At
Vary the Line (the group poetry blog):
June 3:
the net is lowest in the middle (tennis and poetry)
May 24: Mona Lisait = crack den
May 20: The Red Wheelbarrow
May 16:
the poetry building (Rilke in Smichov)
And, during the last third of April, twelve more poems for assorted
NaPoWriMo challenges.
At
Chrysanthemum (the personal blog):
April
21: Cavafy / new poems
24: call and consider
26: SERMON: Turtles
30: five things Stephen Colbert and I have in common
May
02: feeding the roses...
06: fifteen books
18: ad te omnis caro veniet
21: three notes from Paris
22: notes from Paris
24: et ses va et ses vient
June
06: starting the note before you sing it
09: A choice is only possible if there are genuine alternatives.
11: helplessly LMAO; words to ward off darkness
16: SERMON: The Red and White and Starry Blue
General state of the Peg: Where the
hell did the first half of June go??? (And how is it past 14h
already?) Dealing with a pulled thigh muscle, warding off a sore throat, and trying not to sulk too hard about the whole daft writing compulsion at the moment. (Over the weekend, I wrote over 2000 words (in addition to 1 1/9's worth of sermonage) and was feeling pretty pumped about where things were headed. Then, yesterday, upon doing more research, I realized the whole thing was logistically hosed, which in some ways is a relief (that's 6000 words I now don't have to pursue) but in other ways, not so much (because I came across a phrase that would be <perfect as a title and theme for the gift-prompt that led to me wrestling with the trunked plotbunny in the first place...) And then there is the critique I owe, the poem-of-the-month I need to get into the mail, and last night's exceptionally frustrating nothing-to-show-yet-for-it session of musings on the Coupe de Mousquetaires...)
On the plus side, there is a thunderstorm making a terrific racket outside, and our contractor brought by some fresh eggs I'm now going to go fry. And then it will be back to some pedal-to-the-metal PowerPoint wrangling...