WhimsyLand

I just noticed that Monica Goodling, the Gonzo aide that is invoking her Fifth Amendment rights, is a graduate of the Regent University School of Law.  Regent University was founded by Pat Robertson.  The school's cutting-edge academic research includes Child Molestation and the Homosexual Movement, published in the Regent University Law Review.  So, one of the highest-ranking aides in the DoJ is a product of a far-right religious university?  And, I'm surprised? 

Speaking of nut-cases: This site proves that the Copernican model is a sham!  Everything revolves around Earth, just like the Bible says.  Actually, it's a two-for-one website, as it also debunks the theory of evolution.  Needless to say, this guys doesn't like Jews, Catholics or homosexuals, either.

One of the downsides to blogging, at least for me, is that I feel hesitant to submit to any litmag for which a blogmate occupies an editorial position.  So, no more submissions to New England Review or The Canary, just to name a couple.  I would make an exception for 32 Poems, because I know that John Poch will kick my ass in a heartbeat if he doesn't like something, and even when he does like a poem, will make editorial recommendations.  I think the last poem I had accepted by 32 Poems required a truncation of the close and a change of title, for example.  But, I digress.  The newest Canary 6 is a pale green wonderment of poetry.  Absolutely not a single poem sucks, which is saying something.  Here are some that I liked most, though I like a lot more than this:

Dow Mossman, Imperfect Dusk - Mare:  "smalls' birds flap in the song evening of / wapsipinicon. / the common mexico of iowa is fish-jump"

John Ashbery, Old-Style Plentiful:  "..//And yes, we were drunk on love. / That sure was some summer."

Karen Volkman, Sonnet:  "Coracle, rime, red ocean, / little barque that pilots so / drowsily your errant motion / nor waves' bright wake nor hollow"

Mark Yakich, Patriot Acts:  "We calculate our sins poorly spent. // We see your first kiss and raise you a first fuck."

Dora Malech, Smart Money:  "Protagonist's protegé spit-shines the stop signs, / sits in her slip at the escritoire, / pens invitations, folds each kitten / a cootie-catcher. ..."

Henri Israeli, Mickey Mouse Blinks Out:  "Minnie, the pumpkin light / makes my black ears blacker, / and your polka dots are the flavor enhancers / that really get my hard-on harder."

Pimone Triplett, Some Rumors of the Body in Three Acts:  " Visceral, her kickpleat in aspic — /       gamey, full swank. / Then cocks on the gallows, /       then you can't take your eyes off"

Ange Mlinko, Teeenage Royalty:  " At sea in the vintage shop / Earrings' tiny vises, Sirk skirts / A candy stick's whiled away / Painting the interior flora apple-green and melon"

Thylias Moss, Absolute Hairlessness and the Cannibal:  "I feel like a cannibal as I tug at a bagel with my teeth outside Ludlow's Smokers' Palace where I bought it, because this must be the way to tooth-wrestle with raw muscle, ..."