I've been giggling for about half the day. Among that staff at the library where I work, "I'm going to run down the hall" has become the euphemism of choice when one is going to abandon the circulation desk to use the bathroom. Of course, every time someone says to me that they are going to run down the hall, I immediately picture them jogging quite comically up and down the hall for no reason in particular. That seemed like it was going to be a much funnier anecdote that it turned out to be. I'm trying to find a poem by Bill Knott. The trouble is it's not a particularly famous poem, and I'm pretty sure the title of the poem is "Poem". Incidentally, Bill Knott calls a lot of his poems "Poem". Anyway, I committed it to memory years ago, and I'm not sure I remember it correctly, so I'd very much like it if someone could point me to a book that contains the poem. What I can remember of it is at the bottom of this message. katy sed:
Because even kissing people that you half-like always leads to confusion.(I'm guessing that Sinister people will understand this kind of thing.)
Do I ever! It seems most of the time like the people who want to kiss me are not the ones I'm particularly interested in kissing, but when the lips are in your face, it's not hard to fall into the belief that some kissing is better than no kissing, because when you get right down to it, kissing is a pretty swell thing to do. I think there must have been a genius convention at my library today. (by which I mean that there was nothing of the sort, but rather that... oh you know what I mean) I've decided that I like LLPJ, though for a long time, Monica Queen's voice seemed like something that I very much did not like, though now it appears as though I was mistaken. On a separate note, I've just bitten my tongue and it hurts quite a lot and I feel very much like cursing very loudly. adios, Will The poem goes something like this (the bracketed [] comments are my comments): The way the world is not astonished by you (it doesn't blink a leaf) leads me to grop [if I recall correctly, Bill makes up words sometimes] that beauty is natural, unremarkable, and not to be spoken of except in the course of things: the course of singing and work-sharing, the course of squeezes and neighbors, the course of you, tying back your raving hair to go out, and the course, of course, of me, astonished by you the way the world is not. +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail "sinister@missprint.org". To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to "majordomo@missprint.org". WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+