April is International Pwoermd Writing Month,
and I spent the month writing

pwoermds over on Twitter—in Latin.
What’s a pwoermd? It’s a one-

word poem, a poem aggressively edited,
language torqued and tickled: diced, spliced,

& awfully nice. As Geof Huth,
who coined the word, has noted,

pwoermds seem more native to English
or French, languages with unintuitive orthographies

that encourage unlikely spellings. Even Chaucer
got in on the hacktion. So

my Latin pwoermds, which I’m calling
Carmnomina, may come off as blatantly

English—especially with their love of
consonant clusters and unlikely compounds—or

maybe German? I’m thinking of working
them over awhile, into something worthy

of a chapbook. Or translating them,
or asking others to translate them?

We’ll see. Meanwhile, some of my
InterNaPwoWriMo pwoermds from 2013 were published

in the wisdoms of the universes
in a single string of letters

just released by Xexoxial. It includes
lots of great pwoermdists: Grab it!



Academia attracts interesting people. Not everyone
in academia is interesting, but most,

and the people who are interesting
are very interesting indeed. Here in

academia I have met many interesting
people. We should support academia because

it allows interesting people to interact
and make the world more interesting.

They add interest to the world.
Like a savings account, or better,

like a diversified portfolio, an investment
in academia offers high interest rates.

But (and I'm currently on strike
from teaching an introduction to poetry

class, where students were learning that
this is called the poem's "turn"

until my employer decided they were
obliged to offer us starvation wages, 

far below the cost of living)
academia wants you to forget that

other scenes attract interesting people too:
the arts, the bars, the church,

the living rooms, the spare rooms,
the picket lines, the message boards...

As academia starves you, remember and
revisit these other points of interest.