In “The Art of Poetry,” by Kenneth Koch (pronounced Coke) he writes:
“Trying out all kinds of styles and imiating poets you like/And incorporating anything valuable you may find there,/ These are sound procedures, and in fact I think even/essential/To the perfection of an original style which is yours alone. ”
I like to do this.
After my coming road trip I’ll have been to forty of the fifty states. The north Rocky Mountain states, Montana and North Dakota, are hard to get. More common ones like Maine, for example, I haven’t been to.
The likelihood that Greece will default on its debt and be forced to drop the Euro is growing; the Germans don’t want to pay for Greek profligacy and don’t want to drop the Euro themselves. They were foolish to adopt fiscal union before political.
When I asked my mother what to blog about, she said, the weather and so as I talked to my dad on my iPhone headset while biking in the rain telling him to read “Leaves of Grass” on his camping trip to the Wallowa-Whitman National Forest this weekend, it misted and drizzled chillily.
We are less than two and a half months from 2012, and approximately 20 years from putting man on Mars. For the sake of keyword strategy, and to summarize, welcome to post postmodernism.