work work work

Sheesh, what a week. Long hours and little time to post or formulate a response to Gary and Thomas over on Dagzine. I've been falling asleep on the BART, so I haven't much time write or read. Speaking of which (reading, not sleeping), I just picked one book by and one book about Alain Badiou, a philosopher who is rumored to have renewed and reorienting the task of philosophy away from its postmodern rut -- that is, moving us into something new, something else.

My critique group hated the poem I posted a few days ago, Any Pardon. Oh well, it was just an experiment. But I kind of liked it, maybe just because it felt so different from what I usually write, a bit of fresh air.