Word Snobs, Unite for Exercise 4

Find 10 errors among the following sentences. Don't post your answers. After the list, I'll ask you for examples of other things to post. Here we go (I'll post answers by Tuesday):

1. Candace Bergen now does commercials for the Dallas Morning News.
2. She graduated Texas Women's University and John Hopkins medical school.
3. The scientists at the Center for Disease Control warn of a possible epidemic.
4. The dinosour's bones were displayed at the Smithsonian Institute.
5. For decades, the most famous athalete in the world was Muhammed Ali.

Now for the "other things." I've been very moved by a lot of the writing from and about New Orleans and the other destroyed cities in the South. What have you read that you'd like to share? Provide the link, if you can. I highly recommend this column from Keith Olbermann of MSNBC. And this from blogger Barnett.

BTW, I tried and failed to find an email for the writer Blake Bailey, whose story on Slate.com about losing everything in Katrina I linked on a previous post. Just as one writer to another, I'd like to gather some supplies for him. So if anyone can ferret out a contact, would you let me know? I even emailed the editors at Slate.com, but no response as yet.

Your Bukowski-style poems were tops. Many A-level efforts. And that you bothered at all astonishes me. It was a week in which I found it hard to tear myself away from CNN for more than a few minutes. So way to work on that "resistance to work" thang, y'all. Among the ones whose simplicity and originality I especially dug:

Ms. Jared's "Lunchroom" opened with:

even in august
with the kansas humidity
bearing down
the cafeteria still
gave off a chill

Don't we all know that new-kid terror?

Stabledoor's "Atlanta" had this great line: "We paid rent but the roaches were our landlords."

Talley wrote about a beach resort and being 5:

I waited and ate cherries from their Manhattans
as long as I could, but I finally fell asleep
on the floor
behind the couch.

Zuleme's poem starts with:

how did we manage
seven of us
one bathroom,
my father, a plumber,
never finished the second.

Like they say, the cobbler's children wear no shoes.

The Procrastinator (putting off whatever else he should be doing) writes this telling phrase:

Beside a Pepsi can is
A green glass ashtray
filled with the day’s work

The last lines of Maurinsky's poem about being a child in an Irish bar are beautifully cinematic:

We are seven and eight
we can pour a perfect pint

As the sun goes down
The Club fills up

The men are three deep at the bar
and we dodge lit cigarettes
as we push through the men,
playing tag
and hide and seek
until next week
when we come back to the bar,
the dive
the pit
The Club

Please go back to the comments area for Week 3 and read them all. You will laugh and choke up and if you're like me, you'll think, dang, there are some poets out there I'd like to meet someday. If I had a criticism of anything, it was only about editing further, about murdering those children. Hone to the bone. It's something I work on constantly in my own work.

Thanks to all who've been working in this unusual medium week to week. I'm deeply impressed by your efforts. And you know I'd tell you otherwise if I weren't. I hope you're enjoying this. The progress is gradual and constant. And yes, we will take a Fall Break in October!

Later, sweet taters.