Monday, February 28, 2005

Bad Haiku . . .

This one's from a student. For those of you in Tennessee, I completely apologize. This haiku in no way reflects my attitudes towards your state:

Tennessee is lame
don't let your best friend go there
because he will die.

Sunday, February 27, 2005

On this date . . .

. . . my mother says I was born at 10AM. My father claims that it was the hardest hours of his life. This is probably the reason why baldness in our family has passed on down to me.

Pisces have more fun.

Friday, February 25, 2005

If you want to see . . .

Reb Livingston's new baby, click here.

Beautiful baby and beautiful family, eh?

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

It ain't a reading unless . . .

. . . someone walks out. And someone DID walk out of Patrick Rosal's reading. In fact, they walked out of the reading seven lines into the first poem.

I've been battling these "easily-offended" types who keep returning to the reading series I'm currently running. Why they return, I'll never know. Anyway, this is directed towards the man who gave me suggestions on how to run the reading series:

My co-coordinator and I have decided that despite your recommendations, we will continue to have readings by authors who are Black, Gay, Chicano, Asian, Jewish, Native American, Risk-Takers, Mayhem-Makers, and Outsiders. We will also happily invite people who write poems and stories where there is sadness, violence, grief, death, general discomfort. We regret that we cannot provide you a solid venue for your anesthetized version of entertainment, but we can recommend a decent pediatric office where you can read Highlights and spend hours on end circling the hidden items in the "Find the Hidden Objects!" page.

I have no interest in playing Muzak over the loud-speakers for an hour for the benefit of said "easily-offended" types.

Now. . . disclaimer aside, Patrick rocked. The students loved him and many of them walked away excited about poetry. You should've seen the line of folks anxious to speak with him after his reading. The audience did sing-alongs and hooted and hollered after almost every poem.

Good show, brother!

In two hours . . .

Patrick Rosal is going to throw down.

Friday, February 18, 2005

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Jake vs. the AKC champ

There's no contest, really. Our dog is clearly the more flexible of the two . . . and flexibility is key for dogs, you know. I cannot emphasize enough how important it is for a dog to be flexible.

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

The Reb Livingston watch and Kundiman stuff

The countdown for Reb begins. Wish her well!

Also, Eduardo's talking about my good buddy, Jon Pineda who's not only "hot" but he's a fantastic person, poet, and father. Anyway, Eduardo also mentioned the Kundiman retreat that's coming up in July.

I'll be there again with my digital camera and several chips-worth of pictures. I think Jon Pineda's going to be there . . . we're trying to talk Barbara Jane into coming. It was a blast last year. For your edifiication, here's a look back at last years retreat.

Kudos must go out to Sarah Gambito and Joseph Legaspi AGAIN, for having the courage to dream and build.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Winter weather yo-yos

The mercury's been going up and down this past week. Yesterday morning as I was walking to class, frigid gusts of air kept pushing the powdery snow all over the place. Stupidly, the school was snow-blowing while this was taking place, so more of the stuff was blowing around in front of doors, walkways, etc..

Today, however, it's a balmy 40 degrees and slightly rainy. It's a lousy day to run Jake, but I'll have to, otherwise he'll drive Meredith and I bonkers tonight with his incessant whining.

I predict we'll get more of the yo-yo weather through the weekend and all I want is a stable high of 40. Lord, give me 40 degree weather from now until April . . . please.

Friday, February 11, 2005

Arthur Miller, 1916-2005

Loves . . . in the spirit of Saint Valentine's day.

1. Early morning coffee on a sunny day with the newspaper across my lap.

2. Finishing all my work before the weekend approaches.

3. Pressing "Print" after finishing a poem (thank you Aimee).

4. The clunk of the mailman's shoes on my front porch.

5. A bag of popcorn, no butter, at the movie theater.

6. Cooking a meal and having people go for second and third helpings.

7. Rain gutters with flowing water on the roadside.

8. The smell of new books and peeling off price tags from those new books.

9. Being able to run one more mile without being tired.

10. The last traces of snow in Upstate New York.

11. Video games.

12. Hotel towels and free chocolates.

13. Lying on a clean floor reading magazines for hours while listening to the radio.

14. Finishing the last of a batch of papers for grading.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Monday, February 07, 2005

Post Super Bowl musings

1. I liked the "Saturday Night Fever" Pepsi commercial.

2. The .com commercials were tiring.

3. I loved the Ameriquest commercials. They made me giggle.

4. Donovan McNabb was erratic. He was throwing high balls the whole game.

5. If Deion Branch didn't get the MVP, my second pick would've been Rodney Harrison. Definitely not Tom Brady, though Brady was very effective.

6. The Eagles wasted way too much time in the final four minutes of the game.

7. The half time show was . . . uninspiring.

8. There are far too many pre-game shows and far too many talking heads.

9. Cheetohs are my favorite salty snack. Funions are a close second and Cool Ranch Doritos are a close third. Health food? What's that?

10. The running game for either team wasn't the deciding factor of the game as most sports writers had anticipated.

11. Terrell Owens looked fine. I was tired of the commentators talking about him and circling him every time he lined up.

12. Why is there a correlation between sporting events and unhealthy eating? See 9.

13. The Quiznos Baby will not inspire me to buy a Quiznos sandwich. If I see that talking child in a Quiznos restaurant, I will run very far and very fast.

Friday, February 04, 2005

What kind of poet . . .

. . . watches the Super Bowl? I'll admit it. I love watching football, and I never miss the Super Bowl. Rest assured, I'll be watchhing this Sunday.

Does that make me a bad person? Is my appreciation of art and beauty called into question with every Flare, Slant, or Draw-Play?

I wonder if there are any contemporary poets out there who used to don the pads?

Last semester, Thom Ward came to my school to give a reading. He boldly talked about lacing up his cleats and kicking @$$ before a shocked auditorium. He still pumps iron, etc., but he mentioned how he suffers from gimpy knees because of his football days.

I also had the honor of hanging out at Austin Hummell's house while I was doing a visiting teaching gig up in Northern Michigan University. We were watching the NBA playoffs and snarfing macadamia nuts while looking over poems. I guess the two can happen simultaneously--art and physical grace.

Anyway, I'm a poet who so happens to be a sports nut. I'm going to be watching Super Bowl XXXIX for the sport, not for the commercials.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

The "Up-note" reading voice

Saw this and this and this.

Me four. I must say, though, someone who DOESN'T read in the "Up-note" style is coming to read at my college. Can't wait for blogland's very own Patrick Rosal to throw down!