Losing My Nose Ring

A few weeks back, I woke up to find my nose bare of the stud that I got put in it about seven years ago. This came, synchronistically enough, soon after my mom, who's 61, got her nose pierced, to the disbelief of her whole family. It was great to have another nose ring wearer in the family, and really cool to have it be my mom, who's a wonderful person, and it was more the fact of seeing my face without it, the bare nose defamiliarized, that has kept it from going back in. If the nose ring defamiliarizes, it may go back in.

Reading Trouble In Mind, Lucie Brock-Broido's most recent book, last night, I was struck again by the unbelievable beauty she's able to draw from juxtapositions of rhythms, of images that are anatomical, pyrotechnic, or a drawing of those and more together, and what incredible tensile strength comes from lines that seem to carry some of the qualities of silver wire in a fairy tale, impossible to look away from, unbreakable in their meditative strangenesses. I wondered if luster might be a quality of Elliptical poetry. I've started a blog devoted to Ellipticism, tentatively called ElliptiSchism, at http://comp.missouri.edu/blogs/cap1/wp-login.php. Click over, and let me know what you think, if you want. Have a wonderful day.