Thank You, Ron Silliman

...for linking to my blog today.

Possibly some of these people will buy the lovely potholders I'm making for subsistence and glory.

The people driving past as I stood alongside the highway didn't buy any at all, and they are mean.

Some of them shouted out epithets that fit, and some shouted epithets that did NOT fit, but none of them bought any potholders.

If I had summer squash they might, conceivably, have stopped.

But if I had summer squash, I would be a multinational corporation and wouldn't need to solicit passing motorists as colporteur.

Funny French pun on a gay man. Score 220 pts!!

I enjoyed your post and discovered some poetry movements I'd like to research more.

Doubtless the press was doing paper tiger origami with that book and its ridiculous copy, but I have to say Poltroon did publish some great books in their day.

Today I was reading Robert Gregory's Interferences, which one could just as easily call a book of fiction as poetry. I tend to lean towards the position that these are short stories, despite the marketing to the contrary. This is a wonderful and darkly funny book--and a splendidly designed one.

I've always liked R.G. I need to find another book I have somewhere around this house by him. Or possibly not. It might be at the old house.

From the back flap of the wrappers, I can see that they have published works by Robert Grenier, Jess, Joanne Kyger, Philip Whalen!, Leslie Scalapino!, and many others of decidedly non-comformist stripe.

So that's to be said good.

I'll have to do the old ABE tricks and find some of these.

Thanks for getting my blog hits up a few hundred clicks.

Ever since Mountain View decided my blog is porn, it's been officially a "non-blog" to Google, who won't list me. Unfortunately, this deactivation also means the blogger (and others) cannot even efficiently search the blog, because that Search bar up there is connected to the status of the blog.

Who knew L=A=N=G poetry was really smut!

You can't get a live human animal on the phone so you only have the email appeals process, and calling it Kafkaesque would be Mary Poppins optimism. I think I've exhausted all my appeals and am scheduled for deportation to Nicaragua next month some time. I'm hoping to study that lake shark they have down there, in between dodging deathsquads and blogging about what extremely poor people bitch about there. I know what they bitch about here. Maybe it is different!

I guess I still come up on some of the other search engines, but everybody knows most hits come from Google.

I tried the blog relocation thing, but it was a fiasco. I don't think that works if the blog's over a certain size or of a certain age.

I am going to go record a holographic message like Leia now and send it into the Great Unknown asking alien civilizations to come and destroy the entire community of Mountain View.

They're rich enough now.

I'm also going to try to date one (or both if they don't hang out much or sleep together) of the two French guys who founded Google. And then sold it.

They looked pretty lonely on that Dateline feature.

They should have plenty of time now to go look at the ocean with me, since that's what all serious French men, from Valery to Robbe-Grillet, most love to do.

OFFICIAL GOOGLE RESPONSE: Thank you for contacting our non-existent action team! Nobody will be with you shortly. We have reviewed your appeal and have decided the correct response is NO. You may find further clarification on this decision by going to NO. You've talked enough. No one listens to poetry.-- J.S. Kindly shut up now. Goodbye.

Oh, and I read a blurb by you last night. It was on Medieval. Your hyperbole was warranted. But then if it was warranted, it wasn't reallyhyperbole at all, was it? Very tricky of you! How'd you do that? The book isn't new to me. I just never looked at the blurbs before. I have this thing I do with my eyes as I approach a book with blurbs on it that allows me to get into the book without actually being accosted by blurbs. I learned it from a yogi.