Still in Madrid, blogging from traditional literary cafe comercial.

This is strange. I can blog from Spain. I won´t do it too much, though. I have many better things to do here.

"Bemsha" (TBFKAJMB), along with "Julia's Poems" and "Poesía con nombres propios," will be going on a brief hiatus. These logs will be back up sometime in the first week of July. I've been blogging pretty much without interruption since beginning of last September. No sign of New York Times Story yet.

Here's a new poetry blog that actually talks quite a bit about poetry. Welcome, Dan Tessitore. Comments about the reception of Billy Collins are quite astute.

Language Hat on Julia's Lady Bug poem. Mr. Hat is an astute critic of poetry.

Do I need to point out that this is not really a picture of me? I don't want to be accused of misleading anyone. Actually I look nothing like that at all.

In case anyone was wondering what I look like I thought I'd post this picture of myself:

Do I need to point out to those unfamiliar with this blog and its context (i.e. other blogs I am reading) that the poem below is not really by R. Edson? I do believe that it is far superior to Edson's actual poems, but that is another matter altogether.

I came across this Long Nosed PB poem. It was written by Russel Edson many years ago and just so *happens* to coincide with the theme of the hour. I hope you like it. (It is actually a Long Nosed PB SQUIRREL poem.)

'There once was a squirrel puppet who wanted to be a real squirrel. By squirrel puppet I mean a puppet made by squirrels, in the image of squirrels. But what the devil is the word for a female squirrel? A hen, a cow, a bitch, a mare? Before this story can be told--how the squirrel's nose grew whenever it told a lie, how the squirrel puppet was almost turned into the puppet of a donkey or mule-- this question must be resolved. Because, you see, this particular squirrel puppet was a

"Long Nosed Pinocchio Squirrel Bitch"

Welcome (back) to St. Louis David! All is forgiven. Too bad I'm off for Spain on Wednesday of next week. We won't have time to hang out until I get back.

I got an e-mail from a reporter at the New York Times. She is doing a story about bloggers who are possibly disappointed with the size of their audience. I wrote back to say I wasn't unhappy with my readership. She had taken my comment about "competition with Ron Silliman for traffic" as referring to myself. I was referring, of course, to Jim Behrle and with his friendly and I assume good natured daily rivalry with Ron.

She called me about an hour ago. Look for a story in the Times by Catherine Greenman on blogs, sometime in the next few days.

I might have mentioned the Enigmatic Mermaid before. It is a pretty cool blog by a Brazilian translator, written about half in Portuguese and half in English. It's fun to read the Portuguese; I don't speak it but have a good "passive" knowledge. I found it because she has a link to "Bemsha Swing" (formerly JM's Blog).

Stump the bloggers 2 (last answer was James Schuyler)

Up at the "Mansion"
Davy sat on the bed lighting a cheroot
Peter talked of Agnes in the arcade.
A thing or two "lifted" there.
People whistling in corridors
riffs from "Ecuador."
You could see the mold
from which the jelly was pressed.

During the rest of the day, I'm going to try to think of a poem for the other blog. Julia is picking up her glasses today, a little nervous about wearing glasses to school tomorrow for the first time.