Thanks, everyone, for laughing with me on this one. Ya know, I wish I could figure out podcasting, because this whole thing would work so much better if I could add in that cheesy cliche organ music they used to play at the beginning of soap operas way back in the 50’s. (They also used that music on the Muppet Show during the Pigs In Space segments, remember?)
Anyway….I still haven’t ruled out a separate blog just for this happy little situation.
Now, for those of you who are curious about the poem that was supposed to have a shape, I really wish I could print it here, but that falls into the flaky category of online publication, and since it’s not my poem, and since I really don’t want to contact the writer of the poem and ask permission to put it on my blog because that might make her think that she should write more poems like it, and BELIEVE ME, she shouldn’t, I can’t put that in here, much as I wish I could.
You’ll just have to take my word for it: it wasn’t that good, and I still can’t figure out exactly what shape she was going for. Maybe a dagger? Maybe? But then she said in her email before she put the poem in: See that shape it’s in? Let’s work on reversing it. Which didn’t help clarify a damn thing. At all.
As for my one published poem, it’s in this little anthology: Poems from the Baca Grande. You can either buy it, or you can wait until April, when National Amphibian Awareness Month (or whatever it is) kicks in, and I hold another prestigious and long-awaited THINKING ABOUT GIANT FROG HEADS blog award program. I could offer a free copy of the book as a prize. It’s either that or the hideous chandelier in my dining room.
As for the Mad Poets Out West, today’s battle rages on. Right now, they’re arguing over how to arrange the room. Should they try to get there early to arrange the seating into a circle? And what if the President and VP get there first and arrange the seats differently? And the sweet little old lady who’s designated to actually conduct the voting itself, who just happens to be recovering from a broken neck and hip from a couple years back wants to know 1) if she’ll be allowed to sit in a chair during the proceedings and 2) does anyone has a gavel? And what about security? Is there any available?
And I’m thinking: Gee, RegularDad knows a lot of guys in the Heavy Metal Music Scene out there who would be more than willing to show up (tattoos and nose rings and scary facial expressions in full display) and provide the all important INTIMIDATION FACTOR by sitting beside all my sweet-little-old-lady friends, the oldest of whom is 95 and slowly going blind, as they try desperately to wrest back ownership of what was once a nice little group of local poets.
I’m telling you: this would make the greatest PodCast Soap Opera ever.
Hmmmm…I’ve come to think of this as The Mad Poets Society. Please keep us abreast. Daily if necessary. Can I contribute with my own bad poetry?? And I know nothing about Giant Frog Heads Blog Award…how far back in the archives is that??
I’m still with the “chuck in all and start another group” theory.
Well, looks like lots of fun around here! Im with Maria, I would start a new group. After all its about the talent and enjoyment, not the POMP!
I’m so excited about the Thinking About Giant Frog Heads Blog Award in April! I have to start a blog so I have a chance to win (just got rid of a hideous chandelier so will opt for a copy of the anthology…which frankly, you should give me anyway because I’m your sister.)
If you’re looking for a decent chandelier at a hideous chandelier’s price, try JC Penny online…got a lovely chandelier for $125 there with free shipping through eBates.
xo
RegSis
RegularSis, whoops…I didn’t send you a copy? I thought I did. I’ll bring you one soon. And no, you don’t need to be a blogger to win my award. You only have to get me thinking about frog heads. Of the GIANT variety. You’ll see. Plans are underway.
(Well, no. They’re not, really. But saying “plans are underway” makes me look like I’ve really got my act together, doesn’t it?)
Well, that Special Meeting should be starting soon. They’ll be going for the jugulars tonight, for sure. Maybe I’ll write a poem about it. Print it in a red font and tell everyone it’s symbolic of the bloodshed of poets.
nah. too cliche.