Things are more like they are now than they ever were before. —Dwight D. Eisenhower

If you add an “O” before “GOP” and reverse it, you get POGO. Just saying

My image of El Lissitzky

Lorine Niedecker to Cid Corman

We live in a country of massacre, shaped by a history of white-supremacist massacre, of police-and-state massacre, that rages on into the present. Perhaps we are always, and have always been, writing after a massacre. —Daniel Borzutzky, from _Written After a Massacre in the Year 2018_

“Sometimes found words are the most pure because they have nothing to do with you.” —Ed Ruscha, quoted by Shanna Compton in an interview for her new book of collages maineartsjournal.com/carl-little-...

This was the first question they used: www.newscientist.com/lastword/mg2...

Do I have any clever friends who know how to remove one letter from a graphic image I’ve made?

Half-Jews aren’t used to good news and I’ve had some. Jumpin’ Jehoshaphat!

Mary Ruefle.

But I never dreamt I could actually make one

#Blueskypoets #poets #poetry #snow #blonde #ambition #impetuous #silly #absurd #moon #glitter #flakes #plastic #Google #desire #good #lights #home #poems #literary

After all, I did publish a poem and a book by that name @jordandavis.bsky.social #snow #poets

I spent the night making myself laugh

Weldon Kees

Lapland this December (photographer my sister-in-law Marja Ketonen)

From my sister-in-law in Lapland, 11 am

Suddenly everybody and their brother is a digital creator and I suppose I’m a somewhat startled digital creator too. But what even is that really? I think this is contributing to my insomnia

My first two definitions are up at the Urban Dictionary. I’m not going to post the words (because embarrassment) but I had the most fun adding the tags anyway

He also says “Nothing new about AI and academia—it was just implemented in wetware”

“The number of good ideas in this world is small, finite and invariant of time. The rest is imitation and better left for AI bots” sez my husband who worked with John McCarthy, who originated the term AI

OMFG. There actually is a Mineola Prep. www.facebook.com/profile.php?...

Edwin Denby redux

Edwin Denby (again)

I was about seven when a teacher informed me that I mustn’t start sentences with “and.” I just smiled and said to myself “That’s what you think.” I didn’t start sentences with “and” in her class because I pitied her too much.

@John Latta, you went to Cornell, yes? My older brother did too. Somehow I became acquainted and enamored with the work of Stuart Peterfreund (Cornell lit mags?). He was older than you but I wonder whether that name rings a bell?

My third great-grandmother was Hephzibah Perry and her mother was Hephzibah Locke. Just saying.

Nipa walks in saying Hella rain. Weather says atmospheric river.

I--rather annoyed by a bad throat-- felt glad when the whole lot vanished. It is a strange thing that one cannot well live altogether without company, and that when you get it, you try hard to rid yourself of itself. (6 of 6)

to him so that mother and Tussy are signalling to each other all through supper. Finally Mr. Maitland arrived as well, fairly sober, and also had a wordy duel with his instructive table companion--Hyndman--about Gladstone, in whom the spiritualist Maitland believes. (5/of 6, actually)

He looks well, a cross between Irving and the late Lassalle, though he has nothing in common with the cynically oily, obtrusive, ducal manners of the latter) an intelligent and somewhat promising boy. Well this is the point of the story--Dolly Maitland pays fearful court (4/5)

(it was nearly 10.30 p.m.) that she withdrew But she was amused by some byplay. For Tussy has discovered a new Wunderkind among the Dogberries, a certain Radford; this youth is already a barrister at law, but despises the jus [law] and is working in the same line as Waldhorn. (3/5)

who both have too much staying power. I don't dislike the wife, for she has a brusque, unconventional and decided way of thinking and speaking, but it is funny to see how admiringly her eyes fasten upon the lips of her self-satisfied garrulous husband. Mother was so tired (2/5)

Letter from Marx to daughter Jenny in London The day before yesterday the Dogberry Club [apparently a Shakespeare reading group] was here; yesterday, in addition to the two Maitland girls--and for a moment Lankester and Dr. Donkin--an invasion from Hyndman and spouse, (1/5)

Dear Herr Doctor: You are already ten months behind time with the manuscript of Das Kapital, which you have agreed to write for us. If we do not receive the manuscript within six months, we shall be obliged to commission another author to do this work. (2/2)

Found this just now in Marx-Engels correspondence. A letter to Marx from his publisher: 1/2)

Ghosted 👻

… the White House of future poems, and of dreams and dramas, there in the soft and copious moon—the gorgeous front, in the trees, under the lustrous flooding moon, full of realty, full of illusion—under the stars and sky—the White House of the land, and of beauty and night— (WW)

the walls also—the tender and soft moonlight, flooding the pale marble, and making peculiar faint languishing shades, not shadows—everywhere a soft transparent hazy, thin, blue moon-lace, hanging in the air (WW)

Walt: THE WHITE HOUSE BY MOONLIGHT February 24th.—A spell of fine soft weather. I wander about a good deal, sometimes at night under the moon. Tonight took a long look at the President's house. The white portico—the palace-like, tall, round columns, spotless as snow—

Can we dance?

When it didn’t recover we buried it underneath our pomegranate tree, the green sheen fading but a characteristic purple neck band now more visible.

This shiny black hummingbird with a green back flew into my husband’s shop and tried to make its way out through the skylight. We left the door open, hoping it would find its way out but later found it on the floor, stunned or dead.

And then there’s Wallace Stevens who said (and would say) that “money is a kind of poetry.”