Crisis re-rears its cute little head & other things

I seem to have forgotten most everything I read for my oral exams. I haven't read anything new since, maybe, June. This means that I need to sit down and re-read the following things to get my bearings before I plunge into the attempted dissertation that I probably will not finish:

Modernism, Bradbury & McFarlane
The American Avant-Garde Tradition, Lowney
The Concept of Modernism, Eysteinsson
The Poetics of the New American Poetry, Allen & Tallman
Theory of the Avant-Garde, Burger
A whole bunch of photocopied stuff.

My plan is to read all this in the next week or so, then dive in head-first.

To writing. That is.

I've only been reading poems lately. Contemporary poems written by my friends.
I've been watching cooking shows, as always, and reality shows, and reading cookbooks.

Thursday I'm entertaining. I'll be making chicken saltimbocca, fennel and orange sald, a green apple (!) risotto, and a nice pumpkiny-squashy treatment with mint and honey. If I'm ambitious enough, I'll finish with an Italian orange and olive oil cake.

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In other news, Howard Junker and I finally saw (more or less) eye to eye on my poem coming out in ZYZZYVA. That took awhile.