Really, if it weren’t for Shelby, none of this would have happened …
Beethoven’s “9th,” Dvorak’s “New Word,” and Freddie Redd’s soundtrack, “The Connection,” have been on the stereo all night, endless looped playback. Shelby and I stayed up into the wee hours of the morning, formatting the last touches my poetry so we could […]
“And I am a pretty/ piece of flesh, I am a pretty piece of flesh”; I got the news last night when I got home from work, the anthology is: “alive.”1 Yes, ISBN: 0595370594 is a reality. What, might you ask, is ISBN: 0595370594?
About six months ago a group of Lansing […]
I love the word “dim.” As in: “Faintly outlined; indistinct: a dim figure in the distance.” Or: “Obscure to the mind or the senses: a dim recollection of the accident.” My dim, dim past. Do you ever re-read notes you leave for yourself, notes you lose and months later re-discover?1 […]
All this translating gives me a heady feeling; as if I am gobbling on ballad mongering; omnivorous with Modernism and chewing up rhapsodism. There are several Armenian artists I would like to find on the Internet, not because I like to gab and blab over e-mail but that I am always curious if my […]
Holy non-sequitur! I was wondering why I was getting so much sudden traffic on the ol’ blog visitor-counter. I thought it had something to do with this evening’s stupendous performances at the Creole, but then I realized that (a) I hadn’t posted anything yet; and (b) Lansing isn’t one of those swingadeadcatandhitapoetblogger kind […]