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The Complaint: What Are You, Some Kind Of December 21, 2009: Acturial plight Nostradamus Devil Bat Overzealous might-winged flabbergast Wholesale heathen plot worry wort Sci-fi lexicon fomenter hassle-free Quipster of the ring, of the planetary system Of your choice, of the regrettable necessity Of your selection, lover of the little village You choose not to live in, sensationalist (tra-la) On the [...] by

doing time, and rhyme, with “invictus” December 19, 2009: Clint Eastwood’s rather long film Invictus shares its title with the rather short poem that inspired Nelson Mandela throughout his years in jail. “They’re just words,” explains Morgan Freeman, who plays an endearing Mandela during his first days of South African leadership. “But they helped me to stand when all I wanted to do was lie [...] by

A few minor items to add to a clamor December 18, 2009: I had hoped to get a couple more entries up by now, but it’s a particularly cunning germ season in our abode at the moment and I am in fact trying to dash this off before taking my daughter to see her doc so we might stem the tide of phlegm soon enough. So, Marina, I do plan to take up your questions this weekend, as I love thinking about [...] by

Dear Readers December 18, 2009: 2009 has been quite a year for Harriet.  The blog has published hundreds of posts by scores of writers, received thousands of comments, and been visited by a record number of readers.  This fall our traffic has been at an all-time high, and so it appears that the trend is continuing upwards.  We’d like to offer our sincere thanks to [...] by

Exercise on a color December 16, 2009: The woman steps over a crack while holding her morning coffee. The mom wants her boy to use a darker crayon. The drawing will be there if she can see it. The fog is a finger stroke over the river. The people want the doors in front of them to open. The sausage machine appears in the movie. The metaphor is the machine. The man watches his coat [...] by

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ghosts and anne carson haunt nyu December 15, 2009: “The radio, the salad. Some of which, white—“ “Was it a Thursday? Was it a Friday? White stuff exploding—“ “Some of which, white, looks good in the salad—“ The audience of Ghostparts, an interactive performance staged at NYU’s Lillian Vernon Creative Writers House last week, shuffles up carpeted [...] by

Nothing in that spam queue December 14, 2009: It used to be the case that I’d type things up fairly quickly after getting them. Now I seem to want more distance between the accumulation of materials and their typing or arranging. I have a notebook recently completely filled (including several pages of drawings by my daughter, notes on various budgetary and job matters, and some odd [...] by

Found text #2: Because I can… December 14, 2009: jd >> fact that it is my edited selection of words. What is writing besides >> picking out words and putting them together in a frame? If I'm picking >> the frame and the words and putting them together, it's my writing. If Weird - I am working on a piece about Dara Wier starting from the artificial but useful [...] by

True/False December 12, 2009: When I say begin, open your test booklet and begin reading. When you finish reading, write your own list poem. I have always loved Dean Young's poem "True/False" from his brilliant collection Elegy on Toy Piano. Since each line can be read as true or false, the result is a hilarious and profound list poem. Here are his first ten [...] by