Ah, the joys of Facebook. This picture appeared on my wall yesterday because Mr. Bowering was tagged in it. Turns out the source was his nephew who likes to play with Photofunia, a program that uses Face recognition software to place pictures in scenes such as the one above.This seems a good a place as any to include the following list of essays that should never be written. Apologies if you feel left out. Leave a comment and we'll try to come up with one for you.
I Know You Aren't, But I Am! Or, Tactics of Exclusion in the Avant-Garde
Overwrought: Twenty-Seven Poets Who Take Themselves Way Too Seriously
Group Hug: Anglo-Quebec Poets Offer Lessons On Conflict Resolution
We Are The World: Six White Male Poets Discuss the "New Diversity"
My Oulipo Failures, or Why the Avant-Garde Will Suffer: Tracing Roots of Bitterness in Mainstream Reviews
The Making Of The Canadian Canon, or Tracing The Rise of Fundamentalist Language In Canadian Poetry
How Green Is My Verse: How Eco-Poetry, After Decades of Perceived Ineffectiveness, Has Subtly Altered The Brain Waves of Migratory Birds
Tongue In Cheek: Erotics of Humor in Lesbian Poetry
No You Can't: Inter-generational Discussions In Verse
and a few that miraculously showed up in my inbox (thanks Vanessa):
Community Ain't Nothin' but A Proper Name
You Run Like A Girl: How the Avant-Garde Can Stop Seeping Subjectivity Once and For All
Make It Now, or New & Improved: Where the Avant Elite Meet the American Bourgeoisie
I Meant To Say That: a Lacanian Riposte to the Flarfian Kumquat'
And the topper, also from Vanessa, We are Duchampians.
With or without apostrophe?
--Sorry all, I know they are cheap and easy, but I couldn't resist. They just keep coming. Maybe it was getting a bit too serious around here. Remember, if it bends it's funny, if it breaks, not so funny. Speaking of funny? Two poems from Jennifer L. Knox, a poet who tends to walk the line.
