aq's for Shakespeare's Birthday

*disappeared.

an admission, as a warning against the value of our conclusions

What's happifying? I got a copy of my new chapbook.

I have erica kaufman and Sigmund Freud and especially Lynne DeSilva-Johnson to thank for this (especially Lynne's Exit Strata's Print! Document Series).

Alan K's for 15 April

How i feel

I'm a bear in a room
[A bull in a china shop]
Raging on tip toes
At mosquitoes
That dot my air
Make an appointment
if you want to visit
So I can comb my hair
And brush my teeth
Giving the appearance
of civility
I will not repeat not step on you
Or scare the be Jesus
If I can help it

First, a little Kit Smart on his birthday. I hope he got what he wished for.

For God has given us a language of monosyllables to prevent our clipping.

For a toad enjoys a finer prospect than another creature to compensate his lack.

Tho' toad I am the object of man's hate.
Yet better am I than a reprobate.       who has the worst of prospects.

For there are stones, whose constituent particles are little toads.

For the spiritual musick is as follows.

For there is the thunder-stop, which is the voice of God direct.

For the rest of the stops are by their rhimes.

For the trumpet rhimes are sound bound, soar more and the like.

For the Shawm rhimes are lawn fawn moon boon and the like.

For the harp rhimes are sing ring string and the like.

For the cymbal rhimes are bell well toll soul and the like.

For the flute rhimes are tooth youth suit mute and the like.

For the dulcimer rhimes are grace place beat heat and the like.

For the Clarinet rhimes are clean seen and the like.

For the Bassoon rhimes are pass, class and the like. God be gracious to Baumgarden....

Here, for a little more Christopher Smart.

And for a great article on him by R. Pinsky. 

Welcoming another guest blogger: Ryan Nowlin (lately of the Poetry Project). He will be joining me sometimes henceforth.

I don’t get Brooklyn My boss thought the catnip on my desk was pot.  Go figure! The reason why I like you  may stem from unresolved issues from jr. high school Atari was my personal hell.  See where this behavior gets you? Newark has the feeling of being affixed, but not New York City. Prudential Building is mostly underrated in New Jersey. Teens who hang out on street corners become bus drivers. Every stale breeze seemed to whisper “Louise” I have this recurrent dream of a starry carousel creaking After days of retrofitted murmurs soft hypnotic laughter approaching fresh fantasies a licked window. by Ryan Nowlin