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Random Favorite Christmas Song #3, “Baby, It’s Cold Outside,” Glee Version
From Margaret Whiting and John Mercer to Dinah Shore and Buddy Clark, Ella Fitzgerald and Dean Martin–wait, that wasn’t together, ah well, a lot of people have sung this song. I have some last-minute preparations to do before the rest of the clan arrives, but I’ll probably pop just a few more of these on…
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Random Favorite Christmas Song #2, Michael Bublé’s “Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home)”
Okay, the shopping is done, though I do need to get out for a bottle of bubbly tomorrow. Speaking of Bubbly, Michael Bublé (I know, Michael, I know how to pronounce it, but I just couldn’t stop myself. Bad puns are my life.) is the singer of this next favorite Christmas song. Now, there have been…
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William Stafford on the Moon and the Earth, and End of the World
I’ve been meaning to work on this reading for a while now, and it seems appropriate that I happen to be uploading it on one of the many days in our silly history that people were expecting the world to end. Alas, not yet. At the rate we are going, I wonder if mankind will…
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Santa Gets the Flu; Poetry Meets Jazz in Lewisburg, PA
You’ve seen posts of what I do on certain Thursday nights, and I’ll have some more Poetry Under the Paintings coming your way soon (although I am deep in Christmas preparations, and trying to figure out how to get everything done that needs to be done the next week–needs to be being the key phrase,…
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Proud Father Post #497
While I have been told by a certain brother of mine(whom I love, despite his naivete) that my liking “every single post” Monkey Prodigy makes is a threat to his credibility, I must point out that someone’s son has been writing some awesome poetry and doing some excellent writing about writing over on his blog…
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Billy Collins Pick Me Up
The title of this post, it should be noted, does not contain a comma. I am not asking Billy Collins to pick me up, though I imagine a car ride with the master would be fantastic. Maybe he’d compose poems out loud about the broken lines in the middle of the road, like enjambed lines…
