Al-Jimzeera LateNight

* To clarify: I have not sworn off public readings forever. I have sworn off them for now and probably won't give one for a while (although I had a vision at the Project tonight of writing a poem on index cards and pinning those cards to trees and then filming a walk in the woods one card at a time. Maybe with Enya overdubbed.) And I rarely "tongue-lash" cute people here. I can't think of any examples of cute people I have "tongue-lashed" here. In case you're keeping score. Being cute is the best way to avert my wrath. As a gesture the no readings / no books / no anthologies / no sending out poems stance is one in which I experiment and attempt to find out what it's like to be a poet if it's not simply an excerise in saying yes to all of those things. I mean, people have heard of me, read my poems and laugh at my jokes. And sometimes kiss me on the mouth. Who could want anything more than *that*?

* Beckett & Lowell for Hanley Ramirez and a couple of pitchers? Theo would be proud. When's the last time the Red Sox had a guy that threw 97 mph regularly? Clemens. Did Pedro ever hit that on the gun? Then howcome I don't remember it? It's the first move of a chess match that will go on this entire offseason. And so far the headless Bosox haven't skipped a beat (Jed Hoyer for GM!). Goodbye Mueller & Millar. Let's move Youkilis to first, why don't we? With Olerud. Pitchers and catchers report not a moment too soon.

* The "X" that appeared over Cheney was just a physical manifestation of his inner soullessness. The way vampires cannot be photographed or filmed. His cloaking device was malfunctioning.

* McSoreley's non-alcholic beer is called Ginger Ale! Still wiping the sawdust off. A great place to hang with Holmeszilla!