Speaking of writing, Barry Spacks is an awesome and hilarious poet. I saw him read tonight, and it was very interesting. He bobs around like a pigeon as he reads, and he really works the tonal variation.
And I did some writing at Tuesday group. This week's exercise involved not using certain random letters. So I wrote a nonsense poem. I think I'll submit it to Golem for next week to see what they have to say. And by "they," I mean the non-current-housemate Golemites. Here's my poem:
Ode to the Letters U and Y
Green cats spew lightning
across lemon fields and apple forests.
Eat chicken gills and vitamin Q pills.
Pomegranate alcohol swims on TV.
When Derek belches fire,
Thom shivers and waves his hammer.
Pickle me in orange brine.
Get the dice sack rolling.
Agonized sporks tentacle across
salamander poker nights.
We flame in mornings,
splattering over velvet violet potatos.
Sink splashes neon octothorp,
twist and grope lactastic ice cream cones.
Plaid mangroves swirl
in raspberry polkas.
No, I wasn't on any interesting substances when I wrote that. And I couldn't read it without laughing, since it makes no sense whatsoever. Heee!