Wednesday, September 07, 2005

 

Here is a found poem, constructed from the items listed on an English-language menu that my sister received in the Czech Republic.


It's What's For Dinner

Caloric bomb of thirsty deer,
Devilish thirst of Smichov cuckold,
Flaming arrow of Robin Hood
Pork chop of Dracula's earl.



Joy.

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Blogging quickly, quickly while in computer training at the new job. Doesn't look like I'll get the intarweb at home for a couple of weeks, so blogging will remain irregular. Last night I went to the inaugural reading of the Washington Literary Salon at Chapters, a mere two blocks from Metro Center, and heard the work of Frannie Lindsay and Dana Roeser. Got some ideas for new drunken sailor poems, so I spent most of the reading scribbling on the paper bag holding my new copy of Bryan Dietrich's Krypton Nights and trying to keep the bag from making crunchy sounds.

Caught up a bit with Sandra Beasley, the host of the reading and a familiar poetic face from my undergrad days, and met Natalie Illum, poet-about-town and founder of the mothertongue readings. Looking very much forward to next month's Washington Literary Salon featuring Shanna Compton & Jen Knox, who I am sure will bring a bit of sweet big apple to this legendary burg of northern charm & southern efficiency.

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