tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855802737317865685.post6662159427775784324..comments2024-02-24T15:58:56.712-08:00Comments on The Good Typist: Day Eight: Snubbing the PromptKristen McHenryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467256747399406710noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855802737317865685.post-69948897191750815052010-04-10T15:58:14.452-07:002010-04-10T15:58:14.452-07:00I am so sorry you have stopped. I'm afraid it ...I am so sorry you have stopped. I'm afraid it is part my fault; I use the word "silly" too freely. Alas.<br /><br />Now how will I avoid my work?Frank Moraeshttp://www.franklycurious.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-855802737317865685.post-26801005990785504482010-04-09T14:09:31.954-07:002010-04-09T14:09:31.954-07:00Yeah, prose poems... I first learned to love poems...Yeah, prose poems... I first learned to love poems by reading a prose poet: William Carpenter. (Almost 30 years ago!) Check him out:<br /><br />http://home.coa.edu/COMMUNITY/FacultyPages/CarpenterB/index.html<br /><br />I could see you going there. There is a natural narrative arch in your best work anyway. I first read SETI as SATI—an interesting connection, I think. The first part reminds me of the strangest store I used to go to; it is just North of Berkeley. It sells all kinds of weird things: large dead scorpions; human skulls from around the world, ranging in price from one to many hundreds of dollars (illegal to import anymore, I think); all sorts of other biological things. The place scared me to death.<br /><br />I pick up odd thins I find on the street: broken 3-D glasses, a party horn—probably from new years, an odd piece of wood working which people tell me has something to do with back scratching, but looks like a duck on wheels to me. I keep them around for a while, and then I toss them—after the love affair is over; I am such a callous and fickle lover. They are like the people who matter most to me: the broken, forgotten, marginalized; I try not to toss them aside; they may need me; it is the other way with the objects.Frank Moraeshttp://www.franklycurious.comnoreply@blogger.com