she liked this one; asked me to give it a title, so i did
Her nickname, Pazuzu, came from La démon de la Tour Eiffel, a graphic novel by Jacques Tardi.
"I thought the headline today was
`Poet union offers to return to
work.' Too bad it wasn't."
--PAS, .plan of 10/09/02
Paula, i do like the idea of the poets' union
flexing its muscles, bringing society to a halt
by refusing to spin verse until conditions improve
there'd be scansion havoc & a gridlock of enjamb
ments & zeugma might even defect from syllepsis
next thing you know all onomatopoeia could
disappear below the surface of a sea of prosaicness
clunky thick theorists, hooked on the constant echo
of their poststructuralist pontifications, would
wantonly cross the poets' delicate lines without
so much as a caesura of chagrin, wanking on
as usual of signifiers and the signified, ontology
and contextualism and semiotic ya-ya, their metaphors
all clogged up together in puffy somnolent sentences,
their souls indifferent to the rapid drying up of imagery,
the flat-lining of sprung rhythm, the death of deliberate
idiosyncratic diction and joyful juxtaposition
i'm telling you, it would be ugly
we really ought just capitulate & give the poets
whatever they so eloquently may demand
Pazuzu's Poets
"I thought the headline today was
`Poet union offers to return to
work.' Too bad it wasn't."
--PAS, .plan of 10/09/02
Paula, i do like the idea of the poets' union
flexing its muscles, bringing society to a halt
by refusing to spin verse until conditions improve
there'd be scansion havoc & a gridlock of enjamb
ments & zeugma might even defect from syllepsis
next thing you know all onomatopoeia could
disappear below the surface of a sea of prosaicness
clunky thick theorists, hooked on the constant echo
of their poststructuralist pontifications, would
wantonly cross the poets' delicate lines without
so much as a caesura of chagrin, wanking on
as usual of signifiers and the signified, ontology
and contextualism and semiotic ya-ya, their metaphors
all clogged up together in puffy somnolent sentences,
their souls indifferent to the rapid drying up of imagery,
the flat-lining of sprung rhythm, the death of deliberate
idiosyncratic diction and joyful juxtaposition
i'm telling you, it would be ugly
we really ought just capitulate & give the poets
whatever they so eloquently may demand
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that she was the one who pointed out this typo to Pam!?
April 2003:
>There will be workmen in the building again this weekend
>working on the walls in Bob Serv. There is the possibility
>of noise and dust, so enter
>at your own risk. PSB
PAS writes:
Yes, let all hereby know that the BibServants all love Bob and are
therefore changing the name of our department.
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It's going to be pretty hard for you folks, isn't it.
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I need to check w/
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