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Sunday, February 08, 2004

Dean scream overblown? 

http://my.aol.com/news/news_story.psp?type=4&cat=0809&id=2004020817160001149418

It looks like the whole "I Have a Scream" think may have been a misunderstanding, which is good, because I failed to understand it from day one. Why a candidate raising his voice — not in anger — in a public oration constitutes a such a greivous faux pas remains a mystery to me. I frankly like the willingness to yell in Dean as a speaker.

Easy enough for me to say, "Oh well," and move along, but Howard Dean's been pretty badly affected by this, and doesn't look likely to recover. What a colossal waste for something that I never thought should have been an issue, and that nobody seems to be taking so seriously anymore.

Spam => poetry! 

As a follow-up to one of my first posts, check this blog out.

Thomas' work doesn't answer my original question, of whether random-word spam constitutes poetry; however, there's no reason to expect it to. What it does do is at least hint at the potential of spam for poetry (and, in the process, create some interesting reading in and of itself; today's entry and "Dear Vicodin" were good; but I'm not a poet, so what do I know?)

Sunday, February 01, 2004

Deep Friar's prediction 

Carolina 17, Patriots 14.

Afterwards, Edwards rises relative to Kerry in the polls. Dean claims to have been behind the Panthers all along; he continues to slide. Kucinich spotted at Dawg Pund, in full Browns gear, insisting the game is being held there.
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore —
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over —
Like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
Like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

“Dream Deferred” by Langston Hughes

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