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Poetry Friday: Britney Spears Interprets William Blake

I swear.

See  the Britney Spears official web site, click on "Love B" (whatever that is),  and "behold the beauty of the tiger."

(Thanks to Tingle Alley for the link.)

Poetry Friday: A Poem

Author's note: In honor of Poetry Friday, here is a prose poem I wrote some years back.

Tempest

Take trip to Ireland. Read Edna O'Brien. Drink lots of tea. Return home. Think of nothing but tea. Make tea with tea bags. Terrible. Not it. Unable to read Edna O'Brien. Lunch with friend who spent year in Australia drinking tea. Friend says bought teapot after similar tea experience. Friend also recommends English Breakfast. Resolve to purchase teapot. Find two-cup teapot for eight dollars. Bargain. Realize loose tea is key. Milk and sugar cubes, too. Buy loose tea in tin at fancy deli. Have never in life made tea without tea bags. Have never made much tea, period. Cast yearning glance at unresponsive Mr. Coffee. Panic. Australian adventurer unavailable for counsel. Remember not knowing how to bake potatoes. Who knew? Fannie knew. Consult Fannie Farmer Cookbook on tea. Fannie knows. Fannie tells. Love Fannie. Boil fresh water. Warm teapot with boiling water. Pour out. Add big spoon of tea, more water. Strategy involved but do okay. Let pot, tea leaves, water sit. Five minutes later—tea. Breathe sigh of relief. Read Edna O'Brien.

by Susan Thomsen
published in Tea: A Magazine (the only poem I've ever had published!)

Poetry Friday carries on; the posting-poem idea was started (and is continued) by Big A little a. For more peoms and peotry, see also Blog from the Windowsill;  A Chair, A Fireplace and a Tea Cozy;  Farm School; A Fuse #8 Production; Here in the Bonny Glen;  Scholar's Blog; and The Simple and the Ordinary.

In the Booth

"This is a shout-out to all my token booth peeps."

I heard a d.j. on KISS-FM say that the other day as he introduced a song, and I just loved it. KISS-FM is a funky New York soul station (98.7 on the dial); we even get it way up here in New England. I pictured  hundreds of isolated token-booth clerks in subway stations all over New York suddenly hearing their shout-out and dancing along to the record. It made my day.

So, to all my token booth peeps and everyone else, happy Wednesday!

Jazz Break

We interrupt the regularly scheduled programming to say:

Go read Terry Teachout's piece about playing jazz in Kansas City.  Right now, cats.

Blog Link: About Last Night