Bloggamooga attracts entrepreneurial interest

Some very helpful responses to the question of how to deal with the New poems from my New & Selected. I'm going to go with one piece of advice: if the poem *belongs* in my new book, it'll go in. And, as someone else pointed out, those poems already have a good "resting place" in Hey, Crumbling Balcony!

Got together with Kubsch last night. He wants to take over my blog and manage it. I'll still write it, but he'll be in charge. He says provocative things like that a lot. Perhaps he can elucidate his business plan here in one of his notorious anonymous comments. It was a fun time out, though, starting off at Las Iguanas and winding up on the rooftop of the otherwise thoroughly mediocre Paupers. Didn't have all that many pints, but I'm feeling it this morning. A bit of hangover mixed in with a dose of hay fever and a generous dollop of anxiety edging towards panic.

When the fuck is George W. Bush finally going to fall?

And for god's sake, would someone please clean my apartment!

Over and out.