We've got poetry sign!
Hey do you guys know what time it is? What's that? It's POETRY O'CLOCK??
HAPPY ALMOST NATIONAL POETRY MONTH. SIGN UP FOR YOUR REGULARLY APRIL DAILY POETRY EMAIL, TUMBLR ENTRY, TWITTER UPDATE, LJ POST OR RSS FEED. No need to re-subscribe for those already on board the crazy train. Tell your friends and family. Wear your seatbelts. No returns or exchanges. Browse the poetry archive to slate your excitement. (Now newly redesigned! When I should have been writing a memo on refugee policy! Tell me if anything looks wonky or hard to read.)
We're going to have to revise that line about the cruelest month, though, because it's been SNOWING HERE ALL DAY. SOUTH OF THE MASON DIXON LINE. At the end of March. In what is TECHNICALLY SPRING. In like a lion, out like a lion, apparently. Lions all around. A lion surfeit.
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In other news, cheapmetaphor is coming to visit and we are DEFINITELY going to play True American. Somehow.
Everything you hear in True American is a lie.
True American - Season One, Normal
But with a sexy new twist.
True American - Season Two, Cooler.
And of course someone on the internet figured out some semblance of rules. ONE TWO THREE FOUR, JFK.
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Oh, also, I passed my epic, soul-destroying oral exam. What! A! Clusterfuck! But this means that theoretically I'm actually going to graduate. AND I don't have to spend any more time memorizing statistics about foreign direct investment or analyzing the implications of America's drone policy or framing my position on the Millennium Development Goals. The world is new again!!
HAPPY ALMOST NATIONAL POETRY MONTH. SIGN UP FOR YOUR REGULARLY APRIL DAILY POETRY EMAIL, TUMBLR ENTRY, TWITTER UPDATE, LJ POST OR RSS FEED. No need to re-subscribe for those already on board the crazy train. Tell your friends and family. Wear your seatbelts. No returns or exchanges. Browse the poetry archive to slate your excitement. (Now newly redesigned! When I should have been writing a memo on refugee policy! Tell me if anything looks wonky or hard to read.)
We're going to have to revise that line about the cruelest month, though, because it's been SNOWING HERE ALL DAY. SOUTH OF THE MASON DIXON LINE. At the end of March. In what is TECHNICALLY SPRING. In like a lion, out like a lion, apparently. Lions all around. A lion surfeit.
**
In other news, cheapmetaphor is coming to visit and we are DEFINITELY going to play True American. Somehow.
Everything you hear in True American is a lie.
True American - Season One, Normal
But with a sexy new twist.
True American - Season Two, Cooler.
And of course someone on the internet figured out some semblance of rules. ONE TWO THREE FOUR, JFK.
**
Oh, also, I passed my epic, soul-destroying oral exam. What! A! Clusterfuck! But this means that theoretically I'm actually going to graduate. AND I don't have to spend any more time memorizing statistics about foreign direct investment or analyzing the implications of America's drone policy or framing my position on the Millennium Development Goals. The world is new again!!