I haven’t gotten my copy of Linh Dinh’s new collection Some Kind of Cheese Orgy, but this review by Hai-Dang Phan makes me anxious to get my hands on it.
I haven’t gotten my copy of Linh Dinh’s new collection Some Kind of Cheese Orgy, but this review by Hai-Dang Phan makes me anxious to get my hands on it.
I don't need a moveable feast, Joe, just a toilet on wheels with a view of the Interstate. Even the captcha seems to agree. My word is "cessible." We're all in the same pool, all right.
I know it only through F. Scott Fitzgerald. <a href="http://www.sc.edu/fitzgerald/diamond/diamond.html" rel="nofollow">"The Diamond as Big as the Ritz."</a> A funny and desperate look at life in 1922, which looked a lot like life in 1992. Which puts us … oh yeah, <i>right where we are</i>….
I have never even walked past the Ritz, Joe. Didn't even know what it was until this post. My favorite hotel is Greyhound.
Ain't that where James Merrill Ouija'd his way to a Pulitzer? At least he had enough money for the Ritz. But whether it (the money or the Ritz) helped his poetry…?
Perhaps….but how is it when it has a room with a view <i>in</i> the Ritz?
Poetry's always better when it sits on a Ritz.
I see you’ve gone crackers. How appropriate!