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Life is hard.
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I have a new fish. His name is Othello. He can't replace Dropsy, but it's nice to have a fish again. I am pretty bad with plants, but I have a good track record with pets. I need to have something living with me.
I just added another fish and named it Desdemona.
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You are special and important.
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A couple days ago, I read some K. Silem Mohammad in a class to people who had never heard of him or flarf. It's weird to me that there are people out there completely ignorant of poetry. These are people in a 20th century German poetry class. They obviously have interest. They all like poetry, but none of them are aware that people are still writing it. One kid in the class said he knows about New Yipes, but only went to the Grenier reading. I go to every reading I can because I am weird, but there are all sorts of people who are into poetry that have no idea that anything has gone on since the Beats. That would be like reading/watching Shakespeare and not knowing that plays are still things people write, read, and go to see.
It makes me angry.
From now on, if you don't know the name of a living poet, don't talk to me.
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