Baltimore Sun interview with Elizabeth Alexander, on her inaugural poem “Praise Song for the Day.”
Month: January 2009
On murder in the first degree The Law, I knew, is rigid: Its attitude, if A kills B, To A is always frigid. …Nevertheless, I
Where the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip’s bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat’s back I
Before my trauma event I lived with Joyce and her cat Reggae in Joyce’s apartment on the first floor of a five-story building on East
The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean. A Travelling Flake of Snow Across a Barn or through a Rut Debates if it will
Do they matter?—those dreams from the pit?… You can drink and forget and be glad, And people won’t say that you’re mad; For they’ll know
The Telegraph has a list of 100 novels everyone should read: I’ve read 36 of them. The Guardian apparently has a list of science fiction
Extreme underwater ironing. (via)
A tall one I know at the end of a hallway broods in shadows and is watching booze eat out the insides of the man
The Colbert ReportMon – Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c Elizabeth Alexander