does not have quite the same prosodic charm as “Speak, Memory” but as the second part of that phrase is doing perverse little jigs on my gray matter, I can’t think of anything better.
Bad news: I, aged 28, of sound mind & body, will be the proud recipient of a second root canal tomorrow at noon. This fact unsettles me because 1. they’re dramatic and painful 2. they cost as much as say, I don’t know, a functional vehicle or exotic import pet, and 3. they seem to suggest a certain…I don’t know…negligence/lassitude in the receiver? The Impending Root Canal produced a personality-morph, whereby I dashed, blubbering, into the Dean of Faculty’s office and said “I want my mother.”
Good news: Daniel Lin at Love Among the Ruins (http://latr.tumblr.com/) sent me the proofs of my first chapbook. I am, well, psyched. The press has put out chapbooks from Heather Green, Ernest Hilbert, and Laura Jaramillo. I sped-read Heather’s “No Omen”; “Feathers, Quiet, Light”, in particular, is lovely.
Teeth, chapbooks. Live it, love it.
