At Prosco, there was the Nacho Cheese River, running north to south at the eastern edge of the compound. Sometimes, my brothers and I would bathe in the River’s cheese. On very special occasions, we would sacrifice a Buffaloggy to the River God, throwing the butchered animal carcass directly into the River, so as to have beef AND cheese for our
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How are classes going? You need to get postin' - I mean, you're bound to be taking some creative writing class this semester, right?
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Yea, that's good you're taking Finkelstein's - but it's too bad you're busy - understand though. Make sure to post when you do begin writing.
I was wanting to sit in on a few of Finkelstein's classes actually - I mean, I don't think you can ask for a better teacher with regards to contemporary poetry. I called him the other day - didn't get a response - about the Athenaeum - I got an e-mail saying I needed to turn in the Club Activation Form to secure funding - I forwarded it to him and asked if he wanted to meet for coffee - you might prod him a little bit if you're interested, to see where the Athenaeum stands - it doesn't have an editor as far as I know - he said he'd somehow use his Creative Writing: Poetry class to produce an issue.
Well, yea - I'll be looking for a post of yours. Talk with you soon...
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Here's what I'm going to do - I've still got your e-mail (at least I think I do), so I'll email you our flyers and stuff from last year.
Hmmm... yea, I mean, maybe I should burn you a CD with the last issues on it and all that - I mean it's really not that much stuff - but I should probably get to you just a few things.
Yea, dinner sounds great sometime. I'm over by Xavier not all the time - but a lot. It's no prob me driving across the river is what I mean to say. Um... I'll email you later this weekend some of the stuff and maybe we can schedule something.
Thanks,
- Justin
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