Friday, February 27, 2009

Ritual Billy-Killing & Marriage on Second Life Press

If your friend organized a wedding via Second Life (to save money?) would you register for Second Life to attend the wedding ("wedding"?)?

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I have a secret.

Recently I've just been washing my hair with soap.

Is that weird? Maybe.


I'd like some frozen yogurt, I'm hungry.

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Thank you to the poets who responded to my challenge yesterday. I'm pasting their poems below:

Second Only to Sticking Your Hand in the Toaster
& Turning the Heat Up to Bikini Island

first you wrote dear person doctored each letter
for certain wisconsin it's simply moscow here
what you'd a winter most like concluded second
only to sticking your hand in the toaster & turning
the heat up to Bikini Island more confused than
kafka in vermont breeze there's too much thigh-
master much too much juicy migraine to squeeze

--Andrew Lundwall



Second Only to Sticking Your Hand in the Toaster & Turning the Heat Up to Bikini Island

is the prickly
warm sensation you
get from helping
a salamander achieve
long term goals
like finding a
meaningful career and
overcoming its fear
of heights its
fear of snakes
its fear of
hamburgers its fear
of decorative tapestries
in large houses
owned by descendants
of one-term presidents

I do not
own a house
or a tapestry
but I am
a descendant of
Millard Fillmore supposedly
and that is
why I feel
connected to this
very important issue

--Matt Cozart



Second Only to Sticking Your Hand in the Toaster & Turning the Heat Up
to Bikini Island

The cars outside will not stop honking,
though it is past midnight & all the little eyes
that line the buildings have shut into darkness.
There are three distinct honking sounds
from three distinctly separate streets
& I wonder if they perhaps are old friends,
unable to move without a driver

calling out during the only time
when their voices can be heard.
“Hey Tom!” “How was your day, Jerry?”
“It’s been a cold one, hasn’t it?”
I close the windows & turn the music up,
but those tones insinuate themselves
into the melodies of saxophone & bass,

becoming a constant counterpoint
of HONK – Honk – honk, until
those notes define the song & I get up
& turn on the light & the coffee maker
& decide hat if this is how songs change
from intention to the actual
I have two choices & I choose the second one,
which is to sit down & write this poem.

--Billy Collins

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Nothing can stop me from going to this next week:


Lyn Hejinian

Tuesday, March 3
7:30PM SHARP!
(doors at 7PM)
@ Dixon Place
(161 Chrystie Street)
Admission is $6 at the Door.

3 comments:

Katharine Ankofski said...

i will messenger you some shampoo.

jon pack said...

If we're being honest here, I've been washing my hair with coffee flavored salt scrub. If we're not being honest I haven't been doing that.

Julia Cohen said...

"hair with coffee flavored salt scrub" just blew my mind.

Kate, I wouldn't say no to an offer of shampoo.