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Bob Marcacci: April 2015
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Bmarcacci AT gmail DOT com. Sunday, April 26, 2015. Was starting to cough in his lap. With no boy’s knees. The pistol in his shoulder. They came to a vanished road. Lifted him over nothing. It’s okay he said and picked. He turned and stood. Dropped to his knees and leaves. He wiped gore and mute. In the long cold. Down he heard them. There was a cough. So frail and thin. 8220;Pinch an Inch” PoMoSco. Challenge – use words in a one-inch width of source text. New York: Picador, 2006. Print. No plop can plop.
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Bob Marcacci: September 2014
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Bmarcacci AT gmail DOT com. Thursday, September 04, 2014. Laptop a-lap, sitting unglamorously in my Gap pyjama bottoms and sweating on the chestnut-colored suede couch in our humid living room while Angela and Vito sleep, and well after the time I might otherwise logically retire so that I can wake up and be ready to face another day of composition instruction and collegial repartee, something impels me to put pen to pixel or whatever. Is that tonight's curry dinner still lingering? Douglas J. Luman.
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Bob Marcacci: in the universe
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Bmarcacci AT gmail DOT com. Thursday, April 09, 2015. Challenge – listing syntactic pattern from source text. New York: Back Bay Books, 1998. Print. Thursday, April 09, 2015. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Blowing Smoke Through Screens. Douglas J. Luman. Haidian Foreign Language Experimental School. The Found Poetry Review. A hummingbird gathering clouds. In the shadow at Starbucks. Who was toppled after “Arab Spring” demonstrations. Beijing: Sanlitun (Bar Street).
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Bob Marcacci: discomplopulating Bashô's frog
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Bmarcacci AT gmail DOT com. Saturday, April 11, 2015. Along this pond but I,. No plop can plop. How soon it must frog. 8220;Haiku Anew” PoMoSco. Challenge – discombobulate a haiku poem using the Haiku Discombobulater. Bashô, Matsuo. "Frog Haiku." Trans. James Kirkup. Berkeley:. Bureau of Public Secrets. Nd Web. 13 Apr. 2015. Saturday, April 11, 2015. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Blowing Smoke Through Screens. Douglas J. Luman. Haidian Foreign Language Experimental School.
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Bob Marcacci: January 2015
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Bmarcacci AT gmail DOT com. Monday, January 05, 2015. Monday, January 05, 2015. Thursday, January 01, 2015. Cambodia - Day 16: Phnom Penh. We slept in the next morning. Everyone was feeling much better, but still not 100%- every time I ate or drank something, my stomach responded with it’s contracting argument against it. In any event, the food went where it was supposed to, and remained there as long as was required. Inside Wat Phnom, Temple Mountain. Getting ready to go. The National Museum at sunset.
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Bob Marcacci: March 2015
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Bmarcacci AT gmail DOT com. Friday, March 20, 2015. Started in Cambodia, printed in Qatar, assembled in Spain and in casa (the entire family was involved), "Sky not Skying," a Dusie Kollectiv. Chapbook, dropped in the mail last week. Dig those round stamps. I'll send you a print version, if you so desire. Just send me a message. Otherwise, all comments are welcome. You can read the e-version here. Listen to me read it to you here. Friday, March 20, 2015. Tuesday, March 17, 2015. Tuesday, March 17, 2015.
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Bob Marcacci: February 2015
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Bmarcacci AT gmail DOT com. Tuesday, February 24, 2015. Tuesday, February 24, 2015. Sunday, February 22, 2015. What to do next. I'm at the little black desk in our Doha bedroom and Angela is wheezing in her sleep behind me. The wind is blowing dust and such, the floors are all slippery with it, and I'm excessively itchy and scratchy and uncomfortable. A few hours ago, lotion made my arms feel better, and I smell fresher, but my face and eyes are irritated. I'm ready for bed. Sunday, February 22, 2015.
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Bob Marcacci: the boy
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Bmarcacci AT gmail DOT com. Sunday, April 26, 2015. Was starting to cough in his lap. With no boy’s knees. The pistol in his shoulder. They came to a vanished road. Lifted him over nothing. It’s okay he said and picked. He turned and stood. Dropped to his knees and leaves. He wiped gore and mute. In the long cold. Down he heard them. There was a cough. So frail and thin. 8220;Pinch an Inch” PoMoSco. Challenge – use words in a one-inch width of source text. New York: Picador, 2006. Print.
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Bob Marcacci: February 2014
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Bmarcacci AT gmail DOT com. Saturday, February 08, 2014. Yesterday, we were waiting for our dinner guests to arrive: I was sitting at the computer in the bedroom, Angela was in the kitchen cooking, and Vito was standing on a little chair looking out of the peephole in the front door. There was a bit more excitement than usual because the opening ceremony of the Sochi, Russia olympic games was going to be on television later. Call security," she ordered. Did you see them? I asked, and she described the pa...