where do i begin?
perhaps by patting myself on the back for finishing round VII over at 30:30 - since i last posted, i have added these poems to the list: vii.22 - argon - south of io, eighteen minutes past three
as you can see, the madness continues. there are innuendoes flying around and certain vibes in the air over at the forum. it cannot be a coincidence that this started with the arrival of mr nathan mcclain. it's great fun there at the moment, and i am seriously thinking about doing another round (yes, erm. i know. call me nutcase.), even though i am having a very, very busy week (apart from the regular teaching, there are two afternoons at the atp tennis tournament, a book presentation, an EFL teachers' workshop, an open mic, and my first-ever poetry workshop - with john siddique - on saturday morning). i suppose i'd have time to scribble a few lines, but i am not so sure about the commenting - it's crowded at the forum!
vii.23 - hydrogen - girl, breathing in
vii.24 - arsenic - wikipedia entry for arlene ang
vii.25 - cobalt - the story of blue mondays and a three-quarter moon
vii.26 - nameless man with girl and dog
vii.27 - haiga (satellites)
vii.28 - arlene (from mrs m garbage's encyclopaedia austriaca)
vii.29 - nate (from mrs m garbage's mencyclopaedia austriaca)
vii.30 - mcclain (from mrs m garbage's mencyclopaedia austriaca)
i love doing these crazy imaginary-encyclopedia entries for the 30:30 round - perfect for my mad brain. and yes, armandine, i am going to record it. i just don't know whether i will post it on the blog. i am so *shy*. and you, dear reader, listen to army's recording of her michaela encyclopedia entry.
i have finished my collaboration poems with a) allie and b) mr innuendo (aka nate). it's been fun. now the poems don't win that contest, there's someone i can blame. :)
for some reason i seem to be getting married to angstine on the weekend, too. and all because she was not using her hearing-aid, when all i was saying was "give me your hand in the carriage". C-arriage! tsk. for the official invitation, click here, if you must.
it's been a sleepless few nights for me. possibly that huge harvest moon.
her, this morning, through glass.
after two nights with only 4 and just under 5 hours sleep respectively, i was getting really s-l-o-w and unfocused yesterday, kind of like a zombie on remote control (i imagine). wah. spoiled my sunday. also, am not feeling 100%. hope i won't become ill.
my english intensive class (monday evening) had to be cancelled, not enough students. wah. that sucks. i need money! the winter is coming! i'll have to go gather firewood, and then i will get lost in the forest and the big bad wolf will come and get me, and then what will i do? (okay. deep breaths.)
i forgot to say last week: if *you* are interested in swapping chapbooks with me, why don't you drop me a note?
our autumn is beautiful. i love it. my hair is newly cut and newly dyed. i love it.
me, this evening, through photoshop.
song of the day: borderline by madonna. i am retro these days.
1 comment:
yay! i want to hear that recording — i bet you can't beat the way i raved "revenge" in the end. and *shy*, my ass. you weren't so shy around nicaragua at 30:30 (and via e-mail) were you? i know what you both did.
am snickering over how you just wrote "huge harvest moon". i knew even before i read your haiga that there was something orgiastic about it.
i have your chapbook, you have my book... can we exchange chapped lips instead? i've got scabs on mine. what have you got to offer?
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