More commentary from What’s His Name
We begin to prepare for yet another major poetry project at NunnaYerBizness Today, re-visiting The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam and bringing the language up to date (or past the present day–who knows?–a printout of NunnaYerBizness Today could very well be the sole surviving fragment in the next medieval revival of [...]

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A comment from Stan
The clerihewvian experiment was quite a blast for us–such an outpouring of creativity and good humor and excitement. We could hardly wait to check email to see what new thing someone had created or to be prompted to a new burst of creativity ourselves. There were forty-two entries, all told, and even [...]

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from Gene’s Notebook
sultry, hot morning, this one of the three longest weeks of the year ….
…and down by the Rio Grande/Rio Bravo Sunday twilight at still-another anti-wall vigil, I felt like I was at a wake, funeral, burial …and the river, green bushes on the sides flowed on, chocolate-green …and the wall got closer and [...]

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A poem by Thomas Thornburg from Ancient Letters
(for Robert Evans)
Sunburned and blonde the fresh insouciance,
That quarter of the solar year comes round
When some will keep and some will quit this ground.
Your leaving reaves us,
Leaves us less a lance.
Go where you will, you go with Fergus now,
Far from the deans, where minutes are not kept
Where sleep [...]

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In the Orient they say there was a tortoise
Swimming in the incoherent deep,
The world inscribed in runes upon his back.
The first of mankind watched it churning there
And read, they say, and knew it for a tortoise,
Knew himself for a man. Or else, they say,
Alef, sacred ox it was, first cause, uncaused,
Who bore [...]

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