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NEWSFLASH: Karaoke with me Tonight!

A year ago there was something called "Krunkaoke" every wednesday night at a club nearby. I went religiously and became one of the few creepy superstar regulars who dropped hot gangsta classics every Wednesday. The first time I went I was really nervous, but after doing "How We Do" by The Game, I was hooked. Eventually Krunkaoke became too packed (is that possible?), and they cancelled it!

Desperate for a Karaoke fix, I started going to Rain, which is a gay club a couple blocks from where I live. They had a cool light up stage, but the mediocre sound system and guys trying to grab my ass left me looking for alternatives.

Then one night it happened. I was working late and I thought I heard bad singing at the club downstairs. Could it be... Karaoke?

Wednesday Poem Club Preview: Take From My Palms

On like an apple

Tomorrow's edition of Poem Club will be about Osip Mandelstam's poem, Take from my palms (well, I am using that first line as the title).

I read a few different translations of it this morning. I think that my favorite is this version, by Stephen Dodson, at qaartsiluni:

Take—for the sake of joy—out of my palms a little sunlight and a little honey, as we were told to by Persephone’s bees.

You can’t untie a boat that isn’t moored, nor can you hear a shadow shod in fur, nor—in this dense life—overpower fear.

The only thing that’s left to us is kisses: fuzzy kisses, like the little bees who die in midair, flying from their hive.

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