For a long time I have wanted to create a space to put up poems that are significant to me, many of which have been written by unknown writers or which lie outside the canonized bodies of work of more famous writers. Many of the poems I am drawn to are wildly discursive, and that usually means long, but I have also been meaning to prod myself to develop a larger mental data base of poems, and shorter poems seem more ammenable to memorization by heart.

So this will be a sort of mish-mash: memory poems, forgotten poems, never even remembered poems, unanthologized poems

Wednesday, March 2, 2005

Vivian--who made this web site and tells me what to do since the electronic world is mostly foreign to me and I am content to leave it that way--said I should write: I do not have cancer. I do not have cancer, Lisa! Whew, what a relief. I only have m.s.--is that a code, as people once said the big C? The lesson is: stick to poetry, though I will say that the new drug I'd been researching, which I mentioned because it was recommended to my considereration, was taken off the market because someone died, and the disturbing thing about this news is that I learned it from the business page of the NY Times, reporting on how the company stock tanked as a result. Shine, perishing republic.

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