Happy New Year!
We spent Christmas at the future in-laws' of the husband's niece... where I was coerced by her future dad-in-law to drink the anima nera (black soul) — a strongish liqueur made of licorice, alcohol and sugar — and I hadn't been the same ever since... especially since he made me do sudoku puzzles in such a sorry state while he watched. Afterwards he sent me home with an electronic sudoku gadget. I'm totally drugged on sudoku!!
Which, of course, leads me to say that I dropped out of my 6th round in 30:30 on the 26th day. As in, really rolled off the wagon, giggling my pants off while I ploinked away through sudoku puzzles. Have picked up my carcass and gone back to square six today.
Watched Robert Bresson's The Diary of a Country Priest yesterday for a poetry project. I was rather tickled green when the priest drowned his bread in wine. His constant drinking reminded me, naturally, of my thirst. Poor guy. Everyone thought he was a lush. He reminded me of someone but I haven't been able to put my finger on who that is. Yet.
• Have two poems in the Jan-Feb 2007 issue of Eclectica: Sonnenizio on a Line from Wendy Cope and Caregiver.
The wife has a poem here, too about... memememememe as the driving instructor's recurring nightmare. Isn't she the sweetest?!! I'm going to thank her with a bat, I think. Or is that a boot?
• The January 2007 issue of Vintage Poetry Journal is now online with poetry by Steve Bloom, Alan Britt, Clay Carpenter, Christine Ann Clatworthy, Cathy Delaleu, Howard Good, Maureen Hand, Beth Stolar Kehayes, Kristine Ong Muslim, Chris Never, Keith Nunes, Jared Wahlgren and the owner of this bog... I mean, log. Erm. Brogue. Whatever. As in, whatever it is I'll drink to it. Tee hee hic.