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Poetry News for September 27, 2007

Poetry News:

  1. Autobiography of the Cab Driver Who Picked Me Up At a Phoenix Hotel to Catch a Four A.M. Flight and Began to Speak in (Almost) Rhyming Couplets by Rebecca McClanahan
  2. Seven Ingenious Rules
  3. Poetry Prize Sets Off Resignations at Society
  4. How often has some wonderful piece of verse, some rousing sonnet or impassioned soliloquy been reduced to the verbal equivalent of dried biscuit crumbs by overanalysis?
  5. Job: Associate or Advanced Assistant Professor of English (Poetry)
  6. In Columbia College prof Trinidad‘ pop culture”“saturated poetry, the languid Technicolor of mid-20th-century Hollywood appears again and again

I had a dream — it was one of those omnipotent dreams where you see/experience everything at once — that Death sent me $780 via PayPal. So there was Seventh-Seal-looking-Death sitting at the computer, clicking the PayPal button. And there I was, sitting at the computer, pleased that Death PayPal’d me $780.

Death uses Internet Explorer. And doesn’t have a flat screen monitor yet.

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6 comments

 1 

These are good things to know about death. ;)

September 27th, 2007 at 9:11 am
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Does Death type in all CAPS? Like he speaks on Discworld?

September 27th, 2007 at 10:39 am
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That’s such an interesting dream. I wonder what Death thought s/he was buying for $780. Or maybe it was a donation (to cover the death tax?) I guess I shouldn’t be surprised Death uses the Internet. On the Internet, nobody knows you’re Death. ;-)

September 27th, 2007 at 1:25 pm
 4 

Any numerology with $780? Was Death a Nigerian Internet scam artist?

September 27th, 2007 at 3:48 pm
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Oh that dream is just hilarious. It could be something straight out of a Woody Allen movie.

I bet, though, that it wasn’t really Death. I bet it was a 13-year-old kid in one of the suburbs on Long Island, NY, hanging out with two friends and his/her parents’ credit cards. Just a hunch…

September 27th, 2007 at 6:55 pm
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LOL

I interpret it as:

Change (death in the dream) would bestow blessings (money in the dream) if I take action (check email in the dream).

Death was just being generous — that is the feeling I got.

Death does not type in ALL CAPS but does the hunt and peck style of typing though. :)

September 30th, 2007 at 12:56 am
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