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If you like the Persephone myth and experimental/narrative/meta poems, you may want to give a read to Catherynne M. Valente's A Silver Splendour, A Flame.
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  • 13:06 Poem about the Mars Rover Spirit. Tears in my eyes. ping.fm/uDh5U
  • 14:09 Our CSA is offering 25 lbs of organic tomatoes for $25. Anybody into canning?
  • 15:03 + Strawberry walnut salad with sweet poppy seed dressing manifested in work lunchroom.
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At Wiscon, [livejournal.com profile] elisem, a bead jeweler, sets out pairs of earrings. You choose a pair of earrings, she gives you a title, and you come up with a haiku based on the title. If she likes the haiku, you get the earrings. Mine were blue and gold flowerlike things, and the haiku went something like this:
Graduation at Pixie High
Spiked nectar leads to
Drunken divebombing of cats.
Spring nights of freedom.


A photograph of them is here.

Edited to fix the last line.
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  • 13:37 Email subject line I read: "Eat a comrade and save money." Actually 2 emails: "Nonfiction Book Club - Comrade" & "Eat at home and save m ...
  • 14:05 It takes some discipline to write, but the real willpower is needed when it comes to careful editing of what suddenly looks like crap.
  • 20:05 Poem "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways" ends "I shall but love thee better after death." Little known fact.
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The last Absolute Write newsletter had a very appropriate poem, With Apologies to Eartha Kitt by Jeanne Cook.

Santa baby, just put an agent under my tree,
for me.
Been an awful good girl.
Santa baby, and hurry up that contract tonight.

Read the rest of the poem at http://www.absolutewrite.com/fun/with_apologies.htm
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Poem: "How to Live" by Charles Harper Webb, from Amplified Dog. © Red Hen Press.

Seems like a pretty fine way to live to me. Read in Writer's Almanac newsletter.


How to Live

"I don't know how to live."
–Sharon Olds


Eat lots of steak and salmon and Thai curry and mu shu
pork and fresh green beans and baked potatoes
and fresh strawberries with vanilla ice cream.
Kick-box three days a week. Stay strong and lean.
Go fly-fishing every chance you get, with friends
Rest of the poem. )
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This poem (received in yesterday's Writer's Almanac) expresses quite well how I feel about singing...the only thing it leaves out is the cringing feeling when somebody suggests a sing-along!

Poem: "Tin Ear," by Peter Schmitt, from Country Airport. (Copper Beech Press).
Tin Ear )

It's only in the choice acoustics
of shower and sealed car
that I can finally give voice
to that heart deep within me
that is pure, tonally perfect, music.
But when the water stops running
and the radio's off, I can remember
that day in class,
when I knew for the first time
that mine would be a world of words
without melody, where refrain
means do not join,
where I'm ready to sing
in a key no one has ever heard.

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