Here's the interview with Rod that Greg Campanielle and I boisterously interrupted (or preempted). Fortunately, the awkward social climate we immediately generated managed not to leak into the interview itself. Enjoy!
P.S. Greg--whose interview shall we disturb this week?
Monday, November 12, 2007
Thursday, November 8, 2007
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His map was newly framed, he
was a puzzle full of means
from the pulmonary deep.
Home, or so he said. Thought I heard
a sudden sacrament from
the first note of my name, but no:
the clapping moon faced you,
just a screen door and instinct.
What's the weather like in Nashville?
The breeze a false glow
in the brain of your knees.
Then it gets me. The knot recurs
as its molecules part. Then is it less.
Outside, the landfill blooms
and I mistake it for my mind.
was a puzzle full of means
from the pulmonary deep.
Home, or so he said. Thought I heard
a sudden sacrament from
the first note of my name, but no:
the clapping moon faced you,
just a screen door and instinct.
What's the weather like in Nashville?
The breeze a false glow
in the brain of your knees.
Then it gets me. The knot recurs
as its molecules part. Then is it less.
Outside, the landfill blooms
and I mistake it for my mind.
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