I don’t want to sleep.

I want to lay down bricks

and stones beginning

here under the table

down across the yard

into the sea.

I don’t want to sleep.

I want to drink coffee

write things down

hang them on the empty

fridge. I have some post-it

notes for the mirror too.

I don’t want to sleep.

I should go stand on the corner

where the tourists wait

for the light to change

and tell them that people

are in need of help

that animals

are dying from our lives.

Kyle Kimberlin

3/22/04

I just spotted this on Buzzstuff and had to share it. W is good and evil, tastes great and less filling, chocolate and peanut butter. He has a wheaty side and a frosted side. Or something like that. Anyway, Buzz has had enough of the pushme-pullyou for now. Thank you very much.

Oops. Seems some of president Bush’s campaign attire was made in a sweatshop in Myanmar. Bush has banned imports from that country. You can read all about it in the Paper of Record:

Logo Shirts for Bush Campaign Eluded Myanmar Embargo

I’ve been thinking about writing something on the anniversary of the attack on Iraq. But Riverbend in Baghdad has done it so well that I’ll defer to her.

Please follow the link and read what she wrote, OK? I believe it’s important.

I watched a very interesing, beautifully-made movie tonight:

Northfork

I remember in my first year of college — majoring in psychology — there was a rumor that B.F. Skinner kept his daughter in a box, with levers for food and such, as an experiment in conditioned response. The rumor went on that she suffered as a result, grew up and sued him. Apparently, this widespread rumor was complete baloney, according to this page at Snopes.com. The rumors of the daughter’s suicide, she says, were also exaggerated. Now you know.

The camellia bushes in my folks’ front yard are blooming again.

It’s spring, dammit, and I can do without it. I like winter; fall and winter are my favorite seasons. I prefer the gray middleage-ness of them. There is poetry in cooler weather and shorter days that is harder to find in the brash young light of spring and summer. Fountain pens and boogie boards conflict.

Check out this poem by Joe Salerno, about poetry. Here are a few lines:

it’s an art as simple as drinking water

Middle age brings it to flower.

That’s right, Joe.

Something for my buddy E …

The trouble with our younger writers is that they are all in their sixties.

— W. Somerset Maugham

spotted at Ivy is here

I’m sitting here trying to remember if I own anything green. Oh well, Happy St. Patrick’s Day anyway.

It’s a good night to call your attention to this fine blog: Awake at Dawn — Writing Journal

I especially like the poem posted today, “Photo Just Before the Twister.” Admirable quietude, with a strong emotional current.

This is not a joke. Might be spurious, specious, bobble-headed showmanship, but it’s not funny. Bill Summary & Status: A bill has been introduced in Congress, “To allow Congress to reverse the judgments of the United States Supreme Court. ”

… picked up at warblogging.

As a rule, this blog takes no positions on matters of personal proclivity. I don’t adhere to moral relativism; I’m simply no one’s judge. And I’ll reserve my thoughts on Unitarianism to post another day, if ever. But leveling a criminal charge — an action of the State — against a minister for performing any office within the rightful purview of a church, is an unconscionable violation of the 1st Amendment, up with which we should not put.

N.Y. Ministers Charged for Marrying Gays

So let our dissent and derision rain down on the bobblehead DA of Ulster County, NY. If you feel so inclined:

Donald A. Williams, District Attorney

Ulster County Courthouse

275 Wall Street

Kingston, NY 12401

Phone: (845) 340-3280

Fax: (845) 340-3185

Office Hours: 9:00 AM to 5:00 PM Mon-Fri

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