Tomorrow is Always Fresh

Cult of the virgin.
     (I saw it twice.)

Hedgerow to Speedo--
     I read you clear.

Pool cover plus
     eucalyptus bark.

Fools, lovers, we.
     Spark, you clipped us.

poem on the way...in the meanwhile

Ali J?

Who is this man and why does he say Booyakasha?

(It's Ron $ and we have no idea.)

Beautiful Image

Jim Behrle's been reading my mind while I have been sleeping. Obey. Silliman. Classic header image.

NEW LOOK

Folks, welcome to the hot new look of Gunther's Block. Thanks to squidfingers.com for the pattern.

Also: Fictioneer Lewis Robinson has embarked on a blog of his own. I very much enjoyed his book OFFICER FRIENDLY, and the new cover is wild.

My Ears Scuffled Down the Stairs

Via my eyes. In lieu of a new poem from me, how about one from Spencer? What a pleasing density. I don't know if it's advisable to use kohl and cardamom (as colors) in one poem. I guess it depends on how long the poem is. Anyway, I link it here because I like it. Gun

“Please stop stealing me”

The Scream, stolen (again).

I will bring you my lists

Working on my blog of lists, in the meanwhile, check out a seminal example at Spencer Short's blog. (Thanks to Eduardo for the heads-up.)

When can we see a copy of JERKSHOP? We're calling out for it, Spence!

Iowans...like flies

How many of these do you own? I am at exactly two-thirds. But where are Mr. McCollough's Books? (Three or four at last count.) And Mr. Beachy-Quick? (I have his books too.) I guess not everyone can be on the list, but some are worth tracking down.

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Sidereality

Just a little reminder that Sidereality 3.2 is out (and has been for a little while). Props to Clayton Couch and co. for another top-notch issue.

(I promote, in part, because a square little poem of mine ("Sensor") will be appearing in the next issue, due out in early October, a double issue 3.3 / 3.4.)

Read this and weep. It's been a rough week.

The line's not knot-free.

The skiff drags the skipper.

An orgy of parsing.

We speak of "immortality's corridors."

He who detects a shift in the weather can be my brother for a day.

New Things

I lost my speedos. I had a party in my cousin's pool and I took them off and threw them into the pool (from the hot tub) and they disappeared. Has this ever happened to anyone else? They weren't in the bushes. Did my cousin's friends steal them? I was not naked, by the way, I had been wearing my speedos over my swim trunks.

To the right --------->

1. I have a skeleton-profile. I will fill it out as time goes on. But you can see what I look like.

2. A link to my poem / postcard on Matt Shindell's impressive (and beautifully designed) Poetry Postcard Project.

New Bannered :( Poems Page

Due to my cousin's switch of service provider (something to do with the remodel), I'm losing my Earthlink web space. As a result, my poems page is temporarily bivouacking here, with nasty banners all over it, ruining everything. I will someday soon ask my cousin to pay for some better hosting. Gun.

The Lynx

"The Alp at the End of the Street" -- one of Wallace Stevens' unused titles. Shindell said it was too wordy. I feel an attachment to it, though it might only be superficial. I still dream that I can walk out my guest house and find myself at home. I understand the literal Alp at the end of the street, even while I live in the palm at the end of the mind. L.A., not Florida.

My hits went up, despite my not posting. Here is why. Someone named Cup of Chicha has questions about self-presentation. I'm not sure I understand the point. I am here to talk poetry, to present poems in progress, to fold up a corner of my process.

I am not related to Lothar Quinte--for real. And the book cover is supposed to be creepy. I don't share too many personal things because this blog is about my art.

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