You can't hold the impossibly untogether
My poem "Shadowplay" (Jabberwocky #1) has been nominated for the 2006 Rhysling Award. I give up on guilt; it is clearly not productive. Besides, the poem was written for
lesser_celery, so I can always blame him.
So far, "Bones and Bitters" (named after and loosely connected to the song; friendlocked, sorry) seems about half vampiric and half lycanthropic, and not very much like anything I've written in years. If it continues along these lines, I have less idea than usual where it will end up.
Tomorrow night, I show my class Jean-Luc Godard's Contempt. (For Valentine's Day, of course.) I remain entertained that this film contains Fritz Lang playing himself.
So far, "Bones and Bitters" (named after and loosely connected to the song; friendlocked, sorry) seems about half vampiric and half lycanthropic, and not very much like anything I've written in years. If it continues along these lines, I have less idea than usual where it will end up.
Tomorrow night, I show my class Jean-Luc Godard's Contempt. (For Valentine's Day, of course.) I remain entertained that this film contains Fritz Lang playing himself.

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I suppose it's inefficient that your poems will be competing against each other, splitting the Taaffe vote. But this really is an amazing number of Rhysling nominations in a single year. Congratulations.
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I'll need to double-check that at some point, mind you...
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