I'm dueling with a cold. Or something. But for the last few couple of days I've been feeling lethargic, headachey, cold. Most of yesterday I spent feeling crappy. This morning seems a little better. It may be just the change of seasons, my body not pleased with this damp, cool weather. Where's the sun? Where's the blue sky? Not until March? What? Crap.
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Enjoying the baseball, though. And the NHL is back. Who knew?
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I wrote three poems this past week, even one lingerie poem like we were talking about in the comments.
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A pretty cool line-up of poets for Meacham:
Gerald Stern
James Tate
Dara Weir
Sebastian Matthews
Anne Marie Macari
Evie Shockley
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Hi.
About Me
- Paul
- Paul Guest is the author of four volumes of poetry and a memoir. His debut, The Resurrection of the Body and the Ruin of the World, was awarded the 2002 New Issues Poetry Prize. His second collection, Notes for My Body Double, was awarded the 2006 Prairie Schooner Book Prize. His third collection, My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge, was published by Ecco Press/HarperCollins in 2008. His fourth collection, Because Everything Is Terrible, was published by Diode Editions. His poems have appeared in Harper's, The Paris Review, Poetry, Tin House, The Kenyon Review, and elsewhere. His memoir, One More Theory About Happiness, was published by Ecco in May 2010 and selected for the Barnes & Noble Discover Great New Writers Program. The recipient of a 2011 Guggenheim Fellowship and a 2007 Whiting Writers' Award, Guest lives in Charlottesville, Virginia.
6 comments:
Hi. Hope you feel better soon, Paul.
Any week in which you write a poem about lingerie isn't a total loss.
No, I sippose not...
Chicken soup. A big steaming bowl of Campbell's Chicken Noodle soup. that's what you need. And a cup of tea with honey and lemon and a shot of whiskey.
That'll cure you.
Baseball? Yawn. Now, hockey, there's a game worth watching. Mario's hotter than hot at 40, showing the new kid on the block, the new Mario (what the hell is is name?) how it's done in Pittsburgh.
I can't help it. I like to watch grown men beat each other up. I've got the Brown's game on right now and miracle of miracles, it looks like they might actually win. HOORAY!!!
Feel better, Paul.
Sidney Crosby. That's the kid's name. Supposed to be the next Lemieux, the next Gretzky.
Who you rootin' for, baseball-wise? Now that Boston's gone, I give even less of an f than I did anyway. Honestly, I'd rather watch golf.
I couldn't say I'm rooting for anyone; just sneezing a lot and wondering where all my energy went.
I hope you feel better soon. Medicate yourself with good ole Peppermint Schnapps. ;)
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