Posts made in December, 2011

Goodbye to Irregular Verbs, Part Two

Posted by on Dec 27, 2011 in Archive | 3 comments

Goodbye to Irregular Verbs, Part Two

See what you think. Am I closer to nailing this poem on irregular verbs? I was reading a poem with flies in it, and that reminded me of that night we got out of our car at the motel in the Everglades, innocent as babes of the fact we’d booked during high fly season. Swatting flies reminded me of the bouncer in my first draft. The flies leapt across some brain synapse and became verbs (as well as nouns).  The leap was pretty wide, but it seemed to give the poem a personal emotional depth it lacked before. It seems that when a poem takes off in several directions at once, it begins to look a...

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Ode to Irregular Verbs + A Request

Posted by on Dec 21, 2011 in Archive | 6 comments

Ode to Irregular Verbs + A Request

Goodbye “swum” and “dreamt” and “pled.”  I guess we’ve all heard by now that the half-life of an irregular verb is inversely proportional to the square root of the frequency of its use. Rarely used irregular verbs become regular most quickly, while commonly used irregular verbs change the slowest. When we use a verb all the time, we don’t forget its forms. Be and think are the verbs least likely to change because they’re used the most. I dearly love the irregulars, I’ve been thinking of ways to bring them into the limelight in hopes that they’ll breathe a bit easier,...

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Two Ph.D.s Fix the Toilet

Posted by on Dec 14, 2011 in Archive | 4 comments

Two Ph.D.s Fix the Toilet

Which took half a day. Once before, I tried fixing the bathroom sink and broke the basin. The fixtures were that 70s avocado green, which was at the time no longer available in the style we needed. I was finally able to order an acceptable sink, but none of the old plumbing fit. The plumber had to come and replace all the pipes leading to the sink. And the faucet. We were new Ph.D.s, then, poor as church mice, which of course is why I was trying to do it myself, while my husband was in his study trying to get tenure. Being a plumber, say, or a poet or a critic or a novelist or a painter or a...

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