When I got up to leave, it was dusk, l’heure bleu, as Anselm used to describe the half-light, and I had been walking far longer than I should have in new sandals. I was literally hobbling by the time I stepped into a local Pharmacy and said to the attendant, “Please help me, I’ve mangled my feet!” (“Caw caw caw crows shriek in the white sun …”) And what a noggin! “I love you! And this whole ride! It works. Why not?” Hi, i am very interested in animals and the specias that ar gettting extinct! I want to go around the world to collect the gallery of most amazing pictures of animals and present it to You! :) However there is one thing I need to as You to do for my! ;) I would like you to visit my blig and check out my adds! :)) it is very important for you to stay on the ada 10-20 seconds! Thank you very much! I hope you like my blog and visit it often! :)))) you are aweaome and thank you for your help !!! W. “Figure skaters screw skate blades into the bones of their feet to master elusive jumps. A divorcee steals the severed arm of her ex to reclaim the fragments of a dissolved marriage. Following the advice of a fashion magazine, teenaged girls binge on grapes to dye their skin purple and attract prom dates. And a college freshman wages war on her roommate from Jupiter, who has inadvertently seduced all the boys in their dorm with her exotic hermaphroditic anatomy.” “A black writer from Montreal has found the perfect title for his next book, I Am a Japanese Writer. His publisher loves it and gives him an advance. The problem is, he can’t seem to write a word of it. He nurses his writer’s block by taking baths, re-reading the Japanese poet Basho and engaging in amorous intrigues with rising pop star Midori. The book, still unwritten, becomes a cult phenomenon in Japan, and the writer an international celebrity. A Japanese writer publishes a book called I Am a Malagasy Writer. Even the Japanese consulate is intrigued. Our hero is delighted —” Someone else says, ‘Of course we didn’t have / guns. We were too fast to need them.’ From Chinese bloggers to European central bankers, the world is watching the US government shutdown with a mixture of bewilderment and growing nervousness. Oh, well. Another day, another radioactive-water spill. The operator of the Fukushima Dai-ichi nuclear plant says at least 430 liters spilled when workers overfilled a storage tank that lacked a gauge that could have warned them of the danger. Oh, well. At least 62 people died when a ship carrying African migrants toward Italy caught fire and sank off the Sicilian island of Lampedusa, spilling hundreds of passengers into the sea, officials said Thursday.
[Note: Sources: Jane Dalrymple-Hollo, “In the Company of Poets”, Allen Ginsberg, “Kaddish”, and Ed Sanders, quoted in Sanders’ “Ahh, Anselm!”, Anselm Hollo, quoted in Anne Waldman, “Tattered Bodhisattva”, all quoted in “Anselm Hollo Tribute: Online Supplement to The Poetry Project Newsletter (#236) featuring Jane Dalrymple-Hollo, Ed Sanders, Reed Bye, Simon Pettet & Anne Waldman”, at Poetry Project, via Jerome Rothenberg, FB post, 2 Oct 013; “W”, quoted in Zoe, “Hi, I am very …”, at I have absolutely no idea, 2 Oct 013; blurbs for Tessa Mellas, Lungs Full of Noise, Danny Laferriere, I Am a Japanese Writer, Mary Biddinger, O Holy Insurgency, quoted in Kyle Minor, “Twelve Book Recommendations”, at HTMLGIANT, 2 Oct 013; JBR; Huffington Post headlines, according to email rec’d 3 Oct 013, approx. 7:19 AM PDT; JBR]