I am returned from New York City. I went for the weekend with my parents, my brother, and his fiancée; there should be a post about the trip tomorrow. For now, because I am sleepless, I note only that that the revival of South Pacific was terrific (and we were lucky enough to see the last night of the complete original cast), I need to spend more time at the Museum of Modern Art, and four of my poems seem to have been nominated for the 2009 Rhysling Award: "Autopoiesis" (Lone Star Stories #26), "Cherries in Winter" (Goblin Fruit #8), "Logos" (Lone Star Stories #29), and "The Devourer" (Mythic Delirium #19).
ericmarin,
tithenai and
mer_moon,
time_shark, thank you, all of you. Daylight Savings Time? No love, thank you. Goodnight.
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- 1: How do you love? How do you solve the etiquette?
- 2: And I'm sorry that I forgot that binders don't go in the dryer
- 3: Trying my best to arrive
- 4: And where the arrow leads, you never know
- 5: The earth is too smart for us to break through
- 6: Cigarette, Alka-Seltzer, career to the back of the place
- 7: So can we say we'll never say the classic stuff, just show it?
- 8: Did karma do you justice when you're down and out and lost?
- 9: The rose will grow on ice before we change our mind
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