I fully intend to make this month more bloggy than last, and have a few projects to help the cause:
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I haven't forgotten Dana Gioia, and I'll get at least one post out of each of his books of poems before the month is over.
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I bought many books of poetry at West Chester this year, and I think it's high time I read them and said something about at least some of them here.
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Lewis Turco's The Book of Forms has been popping up in conversation a lot lately, and I propose going through the original ugly orange paperback (Turco thinks it's ugly, too), making a stab at each separately listed form in order, and posting the results, however miserable. What a treat, huh?
I'm traveling (jobs suck) the next two days, so the fun may not begin till Thursday. In the meantime, the Lucifer poets, returned from their triumphant tour, have yet to recover sufficiently to say anything about it (maybe I ain't so old after all). There is news, though: Gregor Delisle, who did a one-nighter with them in Ithaca, has pics from that show; with permission from Matthew Shindell and Reb Livingston (who's gallivanting around Paris), I've posted a pdf of Pardon my dragon
here; and our wonderful Dead Roses conscript Carly Sachs is melting glass at the No Tell Motel. Permalink here.
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