A sort of a scary dusk, because someone, somehow, let themselves
into my office at IUSB and stole my computer keyboard as well as
the ergonomically correct tray that comes with my desk the
keyboard sits on top of. The door was all locked up, no record
exists with IT or Custodial Services. No record exists, anywhere.
All the stuff of real value is fine, untouched. Nothing else was
disturbed. Is this somehow part of the Patriot Act? Or are we talking
someone's idea of cute? Ho. Ho ho. Ho ho ho ho.
Can't stop thinking what a bad movie Last King of Scotland was,
--Allegory for Colonialism--and, really, Forest Whitaker wasn't so
friggin' great. Act like a crazy dictator!!! Big deal. You want
nuanced acting, watch Charlotte Rampling in Under the Sand.
Check out Graywolf's new re-issue of Thomas James's Notes
To a Stranger. Some of what he does has filtered down to other
poets since 1974, but the book still has an intensity and
imaginative depth all its own. Nothing really out there like it.
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