November 14, 2007

Stompin' inna Fields, Levees, an' Jukes

Even Skip himself will admit that I'm so glad I work at the Library. As will the growing (nay, swelling) turnout for my weekly Teen Performance Poetry Workshop. We've been diggin' through Delta Blues for the last few sessions, and, alas, I believe we are moving onwards, towards the metropolitan bustle of spoken word. You know, that whole spoken word thing.

Y'know, stippling along?

Isn't 'juke' the best monosyllabic you've read today?

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