This is what I felt like before my reading:
This is what I felt like after my reading:
Thank you to all of my friends who came out, you rock. Ana and Sam charmed the pants off of the crowd with their poetry. Which is why we'll be starting the No Pants Poetry Series. Well, maybe not.
Merrill Merrill Merrill (from the Book of Ephraim):
We, though, were ancient foes,
I and the deadline.
a lullaby of awfulness
Promise to last this lifetime. That will do.
As through smoked glass, we charily observed
either that his memory was spotty...
or that his lights and darks were a projection
of what already burned, at some obscure
level or another, in our skulls.
Hadn't- from books, from living-
the profusion dawned on us, of "languages"
any one of which, to who could read it,
lit up the system it conceived?- bird-flight,
hallucinogen, chorale and horoscope:
each its own world, hypnotic, many-sided
facet if the universal gem.
The point- one twinkling point by now of thousands-
was never to forego, in favor of
plain dull proof, the marvelous nightly pudding.
Ok, enough Merrill for now. Want to see something that is both cute and gross?: