Greatest joy of summer will be the chance to concentrate on what’s really important to me, and not what I’ve been assigned. A recent news event is jabbing me awake, along these lines.
The death of photojournalist/documentarian Tim Hetherington’s in Libya yesterday is affecting me more strongly than I expected it would. Watched Restrepo all the way through for the first time tonight. Didn’t help take my mind off things. (For a better gauge of why this is such a heavy, melancholy moment for me, Read this, & then watch this.) Feels like it’s never been a more dangerous, uncertain, or necessary time to be a journalist.
But anyway, I had fun with this last poem, at least. “Word of the Day” was a two-word rhyming phrase that means “useless nonsense.” So, I took the only 19 words in the English language that don’t rhyme with any other, put them in alphabetical order, threw in a few line breaks and called it a poem.
And actually, this is one of the most enjoyable things I’ve ever written. Who know.
Bulb Cusp Depth
Film Glimpsed Gulf
Silver Width Yttrium.