RAINCOAT RAMIFICATION

Junk e-mail is uncannily good at providing koans for our era.

STAR MUCUOS

BOUNDLESS INEXACT

TENDERLY PANTYHOSE

UGLY PISTACHIO

IRRITABILITY

DAYLIGHT CAMEO


This is the part of our lecture where somebody usually says, "Well, what do we need poets for, then?" People. Come on, it's National Poetry Month. Of course you need poets, if only to tell you when something's a fucking koan and when it isn't.

That said, I am intensely jealous of whatever person or algorithm came up with those phrases, and I will probably steal all/most of them for a poem soon.

I'm considering a mass PIRATE E-MAIL POEM project in which I find lots of random e-mail addresses and e-mail them poems. With crazy titles like these, of course. But that strikes me as somewhat illegal. Is it illegal? I should know these things. Outlaw poetry teachers should always know these things.

TALKING POETRY WITH THE TAX MAN

So, Thursday was not my luckiest day of the year. In fact, I had an awful time and left Passover dinner early because I was feeling so crabby and upset. As Adam suggests, I'm blaming it on the full moon. I think I'm anxious about moving so far away. In fact, last night I had a bad dream about missing the first week of classes at UT. I don't know why, but I just forgot to go to two of my three classes. I wrote apologetic letters to all of my professors. It was weird.