Sad Glass Eyes

I feel a little like an uncreative phony today, but I got in a discussion about Merz v. Dada with a big group of people. That was good.

For the first time in a long time, I am tired. I tried to sleep. It didn't work.

I am working too hard. I am designing posters for National Poetry Month, which is next month, and a poster for a production of Samson Agonistes. I am reading novels for a thesis I am supposed to be nearly done with. I am reading Brecht plays for another thesis I am supposed to be almost finished with. I am going to New York in a few days to see Shakespeare plays and work on my theses. Sorry for Snake is finished, but it won't be available anywhere for another week, which is kind of bitter-sweet. I am always working.

And miles to go before I sleep.

Today is St. Patrick's day. Happy St. Patrick's day.

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Jennifer Best has work at 3:AM that I like.
I bought the new Anne Boyer book, but I haven't started reading it yet. I loved Good Apocalypse, which I think was her last book.
I've been reading Samson Agonistes and some Ben Johnson stuff, too. Poetry by living people has been somewhat hard to get to lately.