Jan
30
omnimbus
[Found pwoermd from Tom Beckett's blog.
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Jan
29
A Few Wanderings for the Night
I have spent the night in other pursuits, those unrelated to typing, so I find myself without a topic for the night. In its place, I’ve constructed a five-part olla-podrida, a small set of places to visit, words and images to consider. So let’s see what I’m pushing tonight as I listen to a little Justin Friello on the iPod.
Otoliths 8: Octoliths
Mark Young has just release another remarkable issue of his blogzine Otoliths, and I say this after merely skimming the issue.
Otoliths 8: Octoliths
Mark Young has just release another remarkable issue of his blogzine Otoliths, and I say this after merely skimming the issue.
Jan
28
Recautionment
Nancy found the word “recautionment” in a paper she was grading the other day, and all I can think when I see this word is how beautiful it is, how amazing it is that a student can imagine this word effortlessly into being as if it had always existed before us, perfect and whole. Nancy believes that it is a synonym, a replacement word, for “precaution,” which might indeed be the case.
Jan
27
bindithoughts 3
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My son Tim returned to college this Tuesday—or, rather, I returned him there myself, taking a day off work for the round trip. He decided to leave behind his Homer Simpson slippers. These are quite warm, often too warm for my feet, but I’ve taken to slipping my feet through their mouths and wearing them through the house.
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My son Tim returned to college this Tuesday—or, rather, I returned him there myself, taking a day off work for the round trip. He decided to leave behind his Homer Simpson slippers. These are quite warm, often too warm for my feet, but I’ve taken to slipping my feet through their mouths and wearing them through the house.
Jan
24
Vispo Rumination 34
When we wake from our dream of words as shapes, we find ourselves in that same world, amazed that the landscape is legible.
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Jan
23
citywordscapes
My life is a constant search for visual poetry. My eyes are attuned to the particular characteristics of this form of art, and I can recognize it if lodged, even slightly, simply temporarily, in the corner of my eye. So when I found myself with Crag Hill at Printed Matter, in New York City, a couple of months ago, I allowed my eyes to rest on a few piles of square booklets on the counter by the cash register.
Jan
22
Slitting Your List, Listing Your Slit
Today, I finished a small edition of an object poem I call “slit/list.” I “began” this poem maybe six years ago when I found a pile of small pieces of slate for sale at a kitchen supplies store in Vermont. These pieces of slate were designed for chalk, which could label the food or drink at a party and then be easily erased for reuse. But my thought was that I would attach words to these tiles with paint.
