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: אַ ניקל פֿאַר זיי, אַ ניקל פֿאַר מיר
- 2: אמתע מעשׂה, אמתע מעשׂה
- 3: But the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulder
- 4: Is this your name or a doctor's eye chart?
- 5: And they won't thank you, they don't make awards for that
- 6: No one who can stand staying landlocked for longer than a month at most
- 7: What does it do when we're asleep?
- 8: Now where did you get that from, John le Carré?
- 9: Put your circuits in the sea
- 10: Sure as the morning light when frigid love and fallen doves take flight
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