d'count met the pips last night

the pips have arrived

tuesday

i'm thinking about egg noodles

and eggshell tea

and these two books:

1. a cabinet of roman curiosities: the word for "sky" and "heaven," caelum (which is the origin of our word "ceiling"), was sometimes thought to be derived from the verb caelare, meaning "to engrave." all stars were believed to be fixed in the vault of the sky equidistant from the earth.

2. popular beliefs and superstitions (we were using this the other day for friday): if you speak to an animal, and it answers you, you will die at once.

now i will tell you the story of my arm:

want to listen to this song over and over with me? every four or five years it's the only song i can listen to.

many good parts

the new horse less review is up. it says things such as this:

There are two worlds inside them: the world and the sky. (andrea rexilius)

and

Dear Gretl: You are walking to a city that is the city within you. (richard froude, from his book fabric that is coming out very soon)

and the new denver quarterly is out:

                      there was, inside the
memory, the rumour of a dollhouse;
all the furniture in immaculate order.

(j. mae barizo)

and the new octopus, which has these beautiful things (and it has my story of wind):

Tumors bud on the branch.
Pearling holly. Bruising plum.

(j. michael martinez)

and:

In Massachusetts the sun of winter

is disappearing behind a fragile field

of cloud like Emily Dickinson

rising from the bedclothes to fasten

                        her corset and stay inside all day.

                        (katie peterson)
this too:

joanna ruocco's man's companions is something you might consider purchasing. it's so good, you might consider purchasing it twice:

my husband is a librarian. the overwhelming majority of librarians are females. they give my husband a lot of attention, some of it critical. my husband never criticizes his co-workers. there is a pecking order and my husband is at the top of it. he only complains about the pencils. i've seen them scattered on the tables, for the borrower's convenience. short pencils, diamonded by incisors, lipstick-stained. i never pick them up. they look like cigarettes in an adultery. i write call numbers with a pen from my purse.
 


i should be reading gulliver's travels.

it's happening

colorado is becoming cold. the lake in wash park had steam coming from it this morning.

boo

my halloween costume is this 

and this

my fingers will be the pips and i can be gladys. but i have to make paper suits and find a microphone.