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Two photos up at VanderWorld.

It's been a curious experience blogging here and there. I've been curious to see if I'd get a jump in audience, but the stats are reading about the same each day, so it doesn't look like it. A few additions to the friendslist brings it to a hundred and fifty now, which is some sort of number, I guess. I figure maybe half of that read the blog regularly--maybe less, depending on the time and day and all sorts of variables. At any rate, there's a nice little solid readership here, and part of me wants to serve you guys too. Are you all checking out the VanderWorld posts? Do you even read guest bloggers, or do you just phase out when the regular blogger disappears, kind of like when presenters go on holidays?

Today's quote comes from performance poet Lynda Hawryluk. I met Lynda last year when she tutored in the experimental writing course that I'm tutoring in, again, this year. At the end of the year Lynda took off to some disgustingly distant place in Queensland where it's reported that she runs over wildlife and has young boys bring her food on silver trays. She send me photos. I am compiling a book to blackmail Doctor Hawryluk at a later time. This is all I will say about it. Late last year Lynda had a book of poetry put out called Sub-Urban Poems, which, to me, captures that poetry read in pubs feel--but in a good way. The other quote I wanted to use came from a poem called 'Ain't No Bohemian'

But you, you ain't no bohemian either
Because you know the way to The Establishment
And you've actually been inside
You sip lattes in Starbucks and have late night McDonald's runs
And try not to let people know you weren't born in Newtown


It didn't quite fit with the post, however. But I think we've all had this moment if you've been in Sydney long enough. Anyhow, the only other thing to add here is that Lynda really, really needs to get a blog.

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hollowwords
Sep. 22nd, 2005 12:29 pm (UTC)
I'm enjoying the guest posts. It's like a little holiday; one that I can afford.

-Shaun
benpeek
Sep. 22nd, 2005 02:08 pm (UTC)
that's cool, man. glad you dig. welcome to the regular blog, too. it'll probably be a bit slow round here for a while, but it'll pick up.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 23rd, 2005 01:34 am (UTC)
And Lynda is working on it; especially now you've put it into Cyberspace like its the latest al qaeda threat video; 'and we're coming for *you* next!' (Several Western leaders assume it's their country being threatened and erect Biosphere 2-like domes around their borders...)

Meanwhile, still in the Boonies. Seems like the classy thing to do would be denigrate the place on the net on a regular basis. Who'd notice; they're still transfixed by the arrival of the 'talking picture box'.

More soon; I promise! (Have just marked 300,000 words of MLitt students creative writing. Put it this way; at least you get to smoke some of yours...)
benpeek
Sep. 23rd, 2005 11:10 am (UTC)

wow. that's a lot of words. i don't envy you that, you know. really i don't. the smoking was fun, and so was the giant vagina. i just love teaching this course. i even got to do a psychogeography lecture this week, where i lead people round through the uni in a class hunting examination of the campus.

anyhow: yes, blog. think of the time you can spent procrastinating with it.
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