- I met Earthgirl in a bookstore.
- I got promoted to manage a bigger branch of a local chain bookstore, when I started Earthgirl was Third Key there.
- When she gave notice I asked her out and subsequently met her for dates at the part-time job she took when she started grad school, Behnke's Nursery, going out of business after ninety years.
- We stopped Sunday at the Beltsville location (she worked the Davidsonville) on way to an art thing at Montpelier
- bought a paw paw and (blooming below) an apricot tree
- Mike Gravel? Sure, I like the First Episode!
- Life in the Only Reaction I Get These Days Is By Pissing Off My Closer and Closer Allies Ocene
- Shit ain't gonna get fixed
- On Pete Buttigieg.
- Two days late, my fault, Maggie's weekly links
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- Littybits
- Excerpt from Anne Boyer's upcoming book on her cancer
- Shostakovich, her grandfather, and the Chimes of Novorosssiysk
- Good thing: When I think paw paw I hear
A POEM FOR DADA DAY AT THE PLACE APRIL 1 1958
Jack Spicer
I
The bartender
Has eyes the color of ripe apricots
Easy to please as a cash register he
Enjoys art and good jokes.
Squish
Goes the painting
Squirt
Goes the poem
He
We
Laugh.
II
It is not easy to remember that other people died
besides Dylan Thomas and Charlie Parker
Died looking for beauty in the world of the
bartender
This person, that person, this person, that person
died looking for beauty
Even the bartender died
III
Dante blew his nose
And his nose came off in his hand
Rimbaud broke his throat
Trying to cough
Dada is not funny
It is a serious assault
On art
Because art
Can be enjoyed by the bartender.
IV
The bartender is not the United States
Or the intellectual
Or the bartender
He is every bastard that does not cry
When he reads this poem.
