26.10.05

I just heard about this book, Richard Loranger's Poems for Teeth, which is exactly what it sounds like: a book-length series of poems all about teeth. This sort of obsessiveness has great appeal for me. (I can hear y'all saying, No kidding, really??) I want to read this book. I'll be happy if it's even half as good as this other book-length poetic obsession I chanced upon in the Anderson Center library when I was there a couple years ago: Blind Huber by Nick Flynn, inspired by the life & work of a pioneering 18th-century beekeeper.

In theory, I s'pose I could have spent this year writing a book of poems about hands. Instead I have just learned how to say "I have an injured thumb" in Spanish. Tengo un pulgar herido. How's that for ambition?

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24.10.05

Heaven:




I don't think about my thumb at all while I'm eating this stuff.

Accupuncture is also good, but I think a lot about my thumb while that's happening.

I'm not sure what that proves exactly.

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2.10.05

Truly you have not lived until you've witnessed David Rawlings, backed by Gillian Welch, covering Cyndi Lauper's "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun". Audience reaction: stunned silence followed by campy arm-waving & laughter, then total mayhem & screaming as the wonderful madness of it all irrevocably reorganized the molecules of everyone present. Dang!

Runner-up for Cover of the Day: the Knitters' frenzied psychobilly "Born To Be Wild".