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I have written fifteen poems this week, all called "Applies to Oranges."
I got a lot of revision done while in a 3 and a half hour class Wednesday night on the subject of export controls.
Covers/end papers for "Abecedarium" are almost completed. Hopefully, the text will be finalized at the end of the weekend.
Acceptances are best when totally unexpected.
It's rainy.
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Two of the Union soldiers, including the flag-guy I was so proud of, have deserted the army and floated to the top of the tank, leaving only three Union soldiers and an Easter Island statue to defend liberty, justice, and the American way. Clarence may need to make up the difference, perhaps swatting the saucy rebels with his fancy, fancy tail.
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Help out some of the good folks from New Orleans while getting an earful of poetry and other assorted literature and a bellyful of good food. Camaje is at 85 MacDougal
St. between Bleecker and Houston (212-673-8184). Check out the website, if you will: http://www.camaje.com, and the website of Emily Gordon, sneaky and magnanimous mastermind behind the event: http://www.emdashes.com
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As I mentioned below, about a week ago, I bought two fish. One died pretty quick, but the other -- Clarence -- has thrived, and on Saturday, Mark and I bought him the full tank set-up, what with the filter and the bubbly thing, and lots of fake plastic plants.
And as you can see below, we also picked him up some history at our local Eckerd's . . . made in China, baby, by Southern sympathizers. The rebel troops look a lot more proactive than the boys in blue. The little Union flag-guy is the only member of the Grand Army of the Republic who looks like he's ready to kick some secessionist butt.
Of course, they all could just be a lot of re-enactor guys, out to drink beer and play with muskets. Only Clarence knows for sure.
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