this is for sean…

looks like this guy shares your hatred of airports:

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/01/books/review/Russo-t.html?ref=review

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Summer Writing.

I just wanted to post to say I’m still writing, and I hope everyone else is. And if anyone wants to continue a correspondence over the summer in the manner in which we did in class (workshopping, commenting, etc.), this might be a place to say that YOU’RE still writing too. So, yeah. I hope some people respond…

found poetry…

…is really fun, but doesn’t it imply that someone lost it to begin with? hmmm… 

 

ok sorry, that was the very strange segue to the reason for this post–Doug found a Legitimate Dangers book on the ground beneath a chair opposite the chalk board after class today. If it’s yours, just let me know and we can get it back to it’s rightful owner. Also, there was a nalgene w/ some dark red/pink/grape? liquid in it by one of the sofa chairs–Doug has that, so if you’re missing some grape juice just let him know. if you’re missing a nalgene, you can talk to him as well. 

 

and since I’m up here, thanks for a fantastic, dynamic journey this semester! I hope we all run into each other soon, and can keep up our writing! best of luck with finals 🙂 

Spoofing William Carlos Williams… on NPR

An episode of This American Life on apologizing a la “This is Just to Say” from class: here (starts at 51:00)

summer workshop group?

hey guys,

i am going to be working on campus all summer and i was curious as to whether anyone else will be sticking around as well. during my conference, barbara and i talked about me starting a workshop group for anyone in our class who will be around to meet once a week or so to share what we’ve been working on and to sort of keep us in the habit of writing regularly. so, if anyone will be around and might be interested, let me know! i think it could be a really awesome summer activity…

100 words (something annoying)

It’s the best fodder…

Chomp. AGH…Chomp. Wet chomp. Loud wet chomp with slurping noises. Sex. Every time I hear someone chew with their mouth open I think of sex and sloppy wet noises, and now it’s my mother slurping her soup, and I’m going to have to fucking kill her. My mother and sex can’t be in the same sentence…God damn it.

SLUUURP…AHH! STOP CHEWING. And not with the crunchy stuff…why? I shouldn’t be able to hear you chew; it’s horrible. It’s like, didn’t your mother ever teach you to chew with your mouth closed? What, were you raised in a barn? Oh, yeah…

Jiri Kylian, choreographer

This has nothing to do with words, but I found it interesting and impressive: