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27 January 2005: The workshop I was scheduled to run last night didn't come off: only one person signed up for it--a woman from Sarasota, forty miles away. Have I said that I live in a cultural backwater? Still, in a community of fifty thousand or so, you would think a few people would be interested in what's going on beyond the knownest precincts of poetry.
The day before I tested a portion of it on fellow members of the Tuesday Writers' Group, which has had informal meetings for fifteen years or so at the local library. A joke item I have as an audience warm-up didn't go over well, so I added two introductory frames to it. Its original two frames are by a Canadian visual poet I can't identify because I don't know where the letter is that came with it. It was sent to me long ago by jwcurry, but was by someone else. The augmented version follows:
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