to envy the sleepless
My Pindar is up at the Poetry Foundation site. (I’m not a classicist– far from it– but I play one on the Web.*)
The Fresno Bee, paper of record (at least en ingles) for the region where Juan Felipe Herrera grew up, runs a story about him because I reviewed him.
Jenny has more to say about indexing, and about, er, um, me.
Jacket magazine reviews my book of poems. Thanks, Michael Aiken!
If there were some way– a pill, perhaps– I could prevent myself from following poll numbers and other micro-level, insusceptible-to-my-action political news right now, I would accept it (I’d take that pill). As it is, the micro-following of micro-political news, while it’s probably bad for my writing, my life and our household, does mean I can enjoy, even before it hits the airwaves, wonderful pieces of televisual rhetoric like this one, from an ad released today.
Also televisual, and also wonderful: Sesame Street videos, some new (Norah Jones on the letter Y), some with added nostalgia points. Nathan and I especially like, so far, the sock-puppet-ish Sesame Martians, who say “yep yep yep” and think telephones are people too. No, not those Martians, and certainly not those Martians– though they make as good an excuse as any to note that this book holds up extremely well. I wish somebody had released it in the States. And I wish I didn’t need sleep– but, really, I do.
*Readers much older or younger than I am may not recognize the allusion to a TV ad from the early 1980s; odd, and sad, what seems to stick in the mind.