10 you are

Now it can be told: though my title won't change till this summer, Harvard's committees have met and decided to keep me around here. Suddenly I'm able to sleep well.

I'm not sure it's a poem, but it's fun, and it's hard to forget: Silliman links to a video-poem composed entirely of homonyms. It's probably time for me to read Riddley Walker, speaking of homonyms; quite soon I will. Right now I'm in the middle of this novel and this novel, and the usual cluster of new collections of poems.

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