neomodernist

Waldo Jaquith, web developer to The Virginia Quarterly Review, wanted to demonstrate that using clichés in your poetry won’t get you published. Ironically, he ended up proving the exact opposite.
Jaquith compiled statistics on poetry submissions “covering clichéd topics,” presumably to discourage poets from submitting any more poems about blood, cats, or poetry to the […]

My brother recently converted the web page for his record label of recordings to a blog. He and his partner Aaron will post new releases there, along with witty musings about taxonomy, the Golden Break, and basketball.

After more than a decade together, my dad and Miss J. finally decided to get married. They further decided to get married on February 29th, in Detroit, at a beautiful Victorian inn, with a non-traditional ceremony. That’s just how they roll.
In January, my dad asked me if I would write a poem to […]

This afternoon’s amusing image comes to you via an email from my dad.

Today’s post is dedicated to Jessica.

Edna St. Vincent Millay:
Love is not all: It is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain,
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
and rise and sink and rise and sink again.
Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured […]

I like this quote from the book I’m reading:
At first the women thought that these birds never truly slept, as they made tiny sounds, chirruping through the night, but then they noticed that the birds’ eyes were indeed closed and that the sounds they made were the sounds of their bird-dreams, as a sleeping dog […]

My friend Diana has several endearing speech mannerisms. One involves her referring to a bad case of the blues as “the Depression.” For instance, she might say, “I’m worried this episode of Law & Order SVU might give me the Depression.” (It’s not such a crazy worry either. Those special victims […]

is the title of Kristy’s poem featured today at Poetry Daily.
It is also, apparently, the name of a “punk rock dischord” band. I believe the connection ends there.

Because Lord knows the bots need help achieving world domination.
My dad continues to feed my robot obsession by directing me to this post at Carl Zimmer’s science blog about the evolution of communication. Zimmer describes an experiment conducted in Switzerland where small robots on wheels learned to identify and locate robot food and robot […]