Greetings poetry writing addicts and graphomaniacs. It is once again the cruelest month, and I and a mad cadre of my students will be joining Robin Reagler and many others in attempting a poem-like-thang every danged day.
Since this particular blog is devoted to a class called Advanced Creative Writing, I've created a new blog just for poem-a-day-ing: ab chaos poesis.
There you'll see links to Robin and several classmates, including Jacqueline, and others to be added (or dropped).
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If spring is life and blossoms are human sexuality, and natural selection really exists outside of color changes in butterflies in Africa or elsewhere, then the male always needs a sense of pride whether false (more likely) or substantiated in material possessions. I guess I shouldn't have to say what's a given, but whether stated or unsaid: success being attributable to intelligence was never socially Darwinistic. Perhaps my humour is not of the common place, though.
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