Rock on, Gore Vidal.
New Yorker now offers fiction podcasts.
Did anyone read the Mississipi Review's "Prose Poem" issue? (Review of that to come.)
Poetry is dead, poetry is dead. Complaining that poetry is dead is so dull.
Big money for poetry: like everything else it's money that gets the attention.
Bowering on lyric and democracy--I have to get Vermeer's Light.
The Hound's theme song.