I have been somewhat out of sorts since mid-week thanks to a pulled back muscle, a brain refusing to run on all cylinders, and other nuisances. However, I was able to spend some of that time singing and cooking (vegetable soup to deal with leftovers, fried rice for a birthday party), and there have been other pleasures:

The latest issue of Boxcar Poetry Review included mention of a new book by Camille Dungy. I am excited by this, because I was blown away by "The Preachers Eat Out" when I first read it several years ago.

Received an acceptance limerick from Defenestration for two poems. (Stubbornness triumphant!)

Revised some other poems and sent them out.

Fried green tomatoes at the Alley Cat.

The library hosted a presentation by Red Pine/Bill Porter yesterday. Not all his generalisations were to my taste, but it was an interesting presentation and a diverse crowd. His comments included a claim that "translation is to dance with your feet on top of somebody else's feet" and that translation "takes a solo dancer and multiplies them"; his observation that "every [Chinese] dynasty that was overthrown was done in by a Taoist movement" prompted an elderly woman in the audience to ask (in very plaintive tones) "are there any Taoist movements in the United States?"