...at Northern Poetry Review.
And there's a lovely tribute to Peter Butala on Lemon Hound, a blog I follow.
And I've been hanging around That Shakespeherian Rag lately. I'm glad to see his review of The Raw Shark Texts, a book that I'd forgotten about. I was going to order it, but didn't write it down. With so many books coming at us all the time, it's easy to forget.
And the poor cactus is still on the step. H has been advertising it, but so far no takers. Not even a call.
5 comments:
Hey, Brenda:
Thanks for hanging around!
Cheers,
swb
Hey, Steven! Thanks to your post today, I'm thinking about organizing my books by colour. Oddly enough, while considering this, I looked over my shelves of poetry books and noticed that a large percentage of the spines are either black or white...
It don't matter if they're black or white *dances*.
Ha!
Incidentally, I've had "Beat It" in my head ever since listening to Amy Winehouse and someone else on Youtube. Not exactly a pair of Michaels. I had no idea who Winehouse is, but thought I'd check after seeing so many stories about her over at BBC. I'm trying to keep up on the pop culture thing. Don't want another Joan Baez incident...
Hey, Brenda:
That was one of Callie's problems too: apparently she didn't realize before the reorganization just how many books have white spines.
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