I'm not someone afraid of choices...changes often, choices, no. I'm more likely to be overwhelmed by the hordes of the dumb and damned in big box stores than I am the stacks of merch and bulging shelves--I like options. So I finally decided I'd look at the AWP schedule and see what was going on--a couple of things I definitely know I'll do...the Pitt Series reading, the Post-Gay Identity panel are musts.
So I printed the schedule and started perusing--easy enough to opt of out some sessions. But then there are several things simultaneously scheduled that I want to do or would like to sit in on. I suppose it's good--if something's too crowded I can opt for something else. All the same, there's that nagging interior whine "but what if thaaaaat's good" thing.
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Poems still coming. Different rhythms and sounds than I normally truck in, awfully exciting.
Still haven't looked at the recently-finished beast. It's staying zipped up in my briefcase--though I desperately want to.
Still haven't looked at the recently-finished beast. It's staying zipped up in my briefcase--though I desperately want to.
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Why is it someone can find the money to play video keno but not buy soap and deodorant?
1 comment:
Wow, I skip your blog for a day or two and you're posting like mad. I see you're Garbage obsession is still raging as well. You need to post photos of the shoes. Line em up!
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