Apparently SEP isn't notable enough for Wikipedia. I guess it's up to all of us to change that by saving the world from falling pieces of Skylab. Until we can, here is the preliminary Wikipedia page. Credit goes to the kids for their work. You guys rock!
Well, SEP is almost finished, except for one more session. I thought I would post the lyrics to our counselor rap so that they might be preserved for eternity, and that 5-8 can see just how its done. I am also posting the original inspiration for our words, the genius of Brad Neely
Dunnington, Dunnington Made out of bricks weighs a bunch of tons Opponents beware, opponents beware. We're coming, We're coming, We're coming.
Let me lay it on the line, we’re the fruit of the vine. With fourteen counselors, so divine. With sandals made of crystal, Dustin patrols the land, With an Iphone and a latte in his perfect hands.
Here comes Dustin, in control. Campers dig his stuff and his gallant stroll. Eats opponent's brains, and can stop the rains. He's coming, he's coming, he's coming.
Dunnington, Dunnington. Eleven fine suites, summer enriching for fun. Spread, spread, the C’ville air. We're coming, we’re coming, we’re coming.
Sue me if I go too fast, But the all the 5-8 campers wish we were their dads. Got a collar for a collar, got a fanny pack for a heart. We'll kick you apart, We'll kick you apart!
Ooh!
We'll save children, but not the 5-8 children. We'll save children, but not the 5-8 children. We'll save children, but not the 5-8 children. We'll save children, but not the 5-8 children.
Lee has a pocket full of horses, Michael kills wild bears. John threw a knife into Heaven, and Kelly kills with a stare. Leiloma dances like an eagle Ben’s a rainbow in the sky. Danny killed his sensei in a duel and never said why.
Dunnington, Dunnington. Three stories high, made of radiation. The present session beware, the future session beware, We’re coming, we’re coming, we’re coming.
Did I mention Joe’s new baby? Or Nancy’s golden shades? And Courtney has cool shoes and Mag n’ Cheese’s mom is cool. I heard... that Margles... has like... thirty swords in her room. I heard Dustin once held a camper’s hand...in a jar of acid...at the dance.
First off, happy birthday America. You lookin' fine for a 233 year old country. Minus Gary and East St. Louis.
Currently I'm working at a summer camp. The Summer Enrichment Program, to be exact. We're in UVA during the summer. If anyone wants to get to the essence of what we do, my 11th grade campers composed a Haiku:
Okay, a lot of new things are out there and luckily, my name is attached to them all.
The first poetry news, several poems up at The Write Place at the Write Time. They invited me to submit again, so I did. It might be hard to find my work, but if you have patience and scroll (or just search for my fame), then you shall be rewarded.
You will have to do the same at Lit Up, for my poem "Congo Untitled" perhaps the first ekphrastic poem for an animal's art.
However for the new issue of From East to West (a magazine of found poetry), things are a little bit different. My poem is on page 23 of their latest issue. You can read the issue and flip through the pages just like it's a real magazine!
Hello all. I have two poems of mine appearing in the Good Time Emporium. They have an awesome font consisting entirely of facial hair (hence the picture).
Finally more work up on the Internets. Three poems of mine are now up at the Neglected Ratio. A fine set of triplets. You can read them here, here, and here.
Well it's been a while since I posted. I've moved, written, submitted, gotten drunk a few times (not enough), worked, packed, unpacked, and braved the Chinatown Bus. Of course whether or not I am smothered to death by Arlington remains to be seen. I recently passed 2000 pages of poetry and I thought it would be good to reflect on how much I've written since I started versifying. Now there are some caveats to this approach. Namely much of the early work is an educated guess. Also there can be many poems to a page or many pages to a poem. They do not equal one another, though they might if I ever wanted to count it up, but David didn't fare too well with his census, so why would I? It seems to resemble a population curve, slow growth, then rapid increase, and slowing down. Why this trend? In short, post-graduation life was a bitch. Though now perhaps I have hit my carrying capacity. or maybe it is because I spend all my time now having to write about the life and death of minor English Physicists and the dates of incorporation for towns in Massachusetts in order to join question to answer for Encyclopedia.com.
Hey, got a short story up a BULL, a journal centered on literature for the thinking man, you can read it here. It is about my myriad of trips on the Chinatown Bus, which is how I will be leaving New York for Arlington on Tuesday, May 5th.
Read a bundle o'poems of mine at Jump In Magazine. Notice the designation under my name, "Arlington, VA," that's right, because for the time being I am considering myself the young, raw, yet ornate, voice of the Northern Virginia area. Time for us to be heard! In verse. Or at least the young peoples. Anyways, read the poems here.
Ah, they don't make them like they used to. I have managed to get into the The Litchfield Literary Review despite not being from Connecticut. However, my poem is about the man above, the man who made us and then remade us, Eli Whitney. For some reason they decided to center the piece, although I prefer my original line breaks and spacing. If you want to see the original and compare the two, you can let me know. But read on about my take about this most influential of American inventors.
I have a poem up at South Jersey Underground, it is in their second issue, just look for "After Mythology" or my name, and you will find it. Or you could be brave and scroll down. Either way, the choice is yours.
Ah, they don't make them like they used to. I have managed to get into the The Litchfield Literary Review despite not being from Connecticut. However, my poem is about the man above, the man who made us and then remade us, Eli Whitney. For some reason they decided to center the piece, although I prefer my original line breaks and spacing. If you want to see the original and compare the two, you can let me know. But read on about my take about this most influential of American inventors.
