Listening: "Good Girls Don't" by The Knack

Reading (perhaps quality): today's Washington Post

Reading (definitely pulp): Nada.

Drinking: Ice Tea

August 31, 2005
8:15 pm

"... He'd never
let anything touch him
that wasn't once alive."

-- From "My Diamond Stud" by Alice Fulton

It's been a while since I've read much poetry - there was a while when I was all about anthologies, and then when I was doing all the
webcasts for the poetry office I listened to hours and hours of great
poets reading their own works. I guess after that reading it myself
seemed to pale - after hearing Allen Ginsberg go all out when reading
his works out loud, well reading to myself on a crowded metro train
just seemed lackluster almost disrespectful.

Came across some of Alice Fulton's work today and it's amazing, with a line here and there that absolutely gongs in my head. I know that whatever hits, it has to do with the narrative of my life as much as the one she's lying out on the page, but still the line at the top grabbed me. Whether done with loving or sinister intentions, I
understand that aversion to the inert.

Doing (life and related tasks): Just a lot of work at work.

Doing (crafty stuff): Starting some collages again.

Wanting: Some cat toys my cat will actually want to play with.

Anticipating: You know, I'm not sure.