In what I suppose must be a last hurrah for April Fool's Day, someone on Cartoon Network is currently dubbing fart sounds over all the dialogue in "Ghost in the Shell."
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Check out the current list of NaPoWriMo participants at my sidebar. Snazzy! And to get things started right, here are my first day's poems.
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75 copies of The Spectacle of Meat are exactly 14 inches high. Check it out (and a sneak preview of Big Game's next book) here.
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Hear ye, hear ye! Here is the first, not exclusive, certainly not uneditable list of NaPoWriMo participants. Including myself, we thus far have:
Shanna Compton
Suzanne Frischkorn
Shafer Hall
David Kirschenbaum
Amanda Laughtland
Chad Parenteau
Steve Roberts
Harry Rutherford
Jessica Smith
Jen Tynes
Mathias Svalina
Others who have expressed interest, but I'm not sure yet whether or to what extent they're participating:
Eric Kaufman
Gina Myers
Matthew Thorburn
And hey, all you blogless ones! Shafer is once again offering to host the NaPoWriMo poems of those who would otherwise lack an internet presence. He's also joining me on the two-a-day insanity strategy.
Good luck, all you NaPoWriMo-ers! I must now retreat into my happy place, in order to achieve the creative energies needed to sustain me throughout the coming month . . .
UPDATE:
Also jumping on the NaPoWriMo bandwagaon . . .
Ada Limon
Jennifer L. Knox
Ivy Alvarez
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My name is Maureen, and I am a Paypalaholic. It's just so easy . . . to click.
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The official list of NaPoWriMo participants will be released very soon. Don't worry, though. If you can't get up the gumption to join us until a week into the month, we won't spurn you. We dance with whomever shows up.
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The First Principle of Water
The drunken sailor in the mountains.
Land pitched to let the water slope
Along the ridges to calm and even
Pasture. His sea legs dangle along
The humpbacked rocks, his eyes
Keen for turkeys strutting mistily
Through a railroad cut. The train
Itself only at evening - its thick
Drumbeat a counterpoint to the
Dragonflies' repose in cowponds
Where the sailor finds smooth water,
Water that loves the sky so much
It reflects it without breaking, lets
The high land nestle in its corners
And the endlessly rocking sailor in
On blackbirds and the blue-eyed
Grass, the cicadas droning overhead.
The waterbeetles skate in segments
A skin that swallows its own ripples
Obeys only the first principle of water-
To follow the sky's dominion, to
Obey no human hand.
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