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a poetry penguin
a sonnet snake
a small bee
a whale
a foreshortened pig
a kitty cat
a rabbit (as the king of ghosts)
two poetry yetis
a smiling rock
a bloodsucking bat
a heart with wings
a sleepy owl
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NaPoWriMo Fourteen is here, At Nightfall. It is a quasi-translation of a Boris Pasternak poem, and in some regards reflects the fin-de-siecle mood of its forebear. But the diction is far less fanciful. And I think it might be a bit creepy.
Which brings me to announce my post-NaPoWriMo project. Anyone who follows my work knows I have three basic modes of operation: creepy, funny, and grim. I'd like to expand. Hence, my new project will be called "Maureen Conveys an Emotion." I would like you to suggest emotions or moods or what-have-yous that I can express, or attempt to express, given that my emotional range thus far is extremely limited. So, go to! I look forward to your ideas . . .
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Attended Shafer's New York Public Library debut last night. He was wearing a suit coat, which totally deranged all my thoughts. On top of that, the reading was in this secret, ancient, wood paneled, little lamps on tables room that looked like a place where centuries-old men with walrus mustaches would hang out, discussing how best to subjugate the peoples of foreign continents. Shafer was sandwiched between two older and serious writers, so he was able to fulfill all stereotypical notions of the poetic rebel without even trying too hard. But we were glad for the surreality. And Dan Nester's lengthy, goofy, Voice-of-God introduction. Poems I heard: Evelyn's Kitchen, Rick Rubin Produces Something Other Than a Record, the one about Fiorello LaGuardia, the one(s) about Brooklyn girls, some NaPoWriMo poems. Afterwards, everyone flitted off to a bar, but I betook myself home, to sew stuffed monsters in garreted silence.
While in my garrett, I've been reading Gary Sullivan's new comic, Elsewhere. Fascinatingly weird nation of Japan, when will your uproarious misspellings, failure to understand the inappropriateness of words, and Boschian imagery not be the West's closest legal alternative to hallucinogens? Anyway, it's pretty darn cool.
In other news, I'm starting to worry about myself: my favorite comic that Jim Behrle has ever done is Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash. I never get sick of randy sticker pirates. Stupid funny is the best funny.
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(Please use Fifth Avenue entrance). He's getting paid, and his mighty voice may very well blow your eyeballs out the room!
And on Friday, 10 p.m., Doug Rothschild's Poetry Game Show celebrates it 10th Anniversary at the Poetry Project. I am unofficially sewing a small collection of stuffed monsters to be given away as prizes. So if you have an ounce of human kindness in your heart and a yen to own "Pete the Poem Penguin" or "Sammy the Sonnet Snake," get thee hence.
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