I had words in my head this morning, something to do with E.B. White, ZZ Top, and a string of other incongruities that occurred to me while I was pounding the snooze button, something that seemed interesting in the haze of waking, but which I've since forgotten. Alarm clocks should be outlawed on Sundays, but we have to go paint sets for the middle school's production of Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. Should be fun to get down with a paintbrush and make something I don't have to sign.
As an addendum to my post below, if you've never seen an issue of EPOCH and are curious just what "an open forum for traditional and experimental work" means, here's a random list of former contributors I found while browsing around the net. If I find time to look through some of the back issues, maybe I'll add to it: A.R. Ammons (of course!), Lucie Brock-Broido, Mairead Byrne, Julie Carr, Jorie Graham, Thylias Moss, Haryette Mullen, Kevin Prufer, Leslie Scalapino, Peter Jay Shippy, Charles Simic, David Woo, Rachel Zucker.

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I wrote three lines of poetry while I was asleep last night. When I woke up, I could only remember one, and it wasn't very good except sonically.
Also, last night I dreamed I had a giant mullet, so I don't think my brain is to be trusted too far at that time.
Posted by: Steve S | November 19, 2007 01:35 PM