Misc.

Desk is assembled, alas, it does not fly. All that's left is the new bookcase--I'm guessing much less time in the labor department. Then I can get to the fun stuff--hanging artwork. I realized last night that subconciously I've been trying to re-create the study space I had in our old apartment--same color scheme, very organized, everything within reach. It makes sense, that space led to the most productive creative period I've had up to this point.
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Received--

Jen Tynes' "The End of Rude Handles," (Red Morning Press).


This book-length poem gave me the wonderful sense of reading something both strange and familiar--I read it in one sitting.

Here's an excerpt--

CONVERGING INTO THE GROUPS AND CENTERS

A bundle of hose left
twisted and loose to remind us,
perwinkle is a color
-dressed grass.
The neighboring children dress

like a faucet, with little things
in their hands and pockets.
We turn on every
light in the house
and leave them burning.

I take a bundle of sticks and redden
their ankles if they misbehave,
I can only love
one person at a time.


And this line from the section, Ways of Contrariness--

There are several different ways of looking out a window.

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Today's errand--

Get to the post office, post stuff.