Thursday, April 09, 2009

Up & At 'Em!

5:06AM here. What the hell am I doing up writing poems?!

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Contemplating heading downstairs and running on the treadmill. Would it make too much sound? Currently realizing how hamster-like such a move would be.

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I'm annoyed that my iPod can't sync to two computers. I mean, I basically have the same exact music library between my laptop and my desktop. Why does it keep resetting the iPod?!

*whine*

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It's true, I'm hardly ever serious on my blog. I'm having far too much fun. And anyway, I really am a goofball in real life, though not so much in the classroom. All my poems house my pent-up seriousness, I suppose. I mean, I've always been serious in my poems. Humor is such a hard thing to do in poetry. I think I've written one funny poem in my lifetime.

Have you ever written a funny poem?

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I've been admiring my neighbor's planter boxes. I need to borrow my other neighbor's Bobcat. Now that the weather's warming up, I'd like to have a mini-garden, or perhaps a few rows of planter boxes. I know my mother would like that. She had a pretty fierce garden at our old place in Ontario.

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Current Spin:



Grandaddy. "Summer Here Kids."

I wish. Puffy coats and bearded drummers, still. . .

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

An Interruption

Yes, I'm aware of the fact that I'm working on a long poem. No, I don't consider it cheating for NaPoWriMo.

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Speaking of long poems, students are baffled and taken by Berryman's The Dream Songs.


We've been talking about closed form long poems and open form long poems. Berryman's poem being the example of the later.

Whether these epistolary pieces are part of a closed work or a long work has yet to be decided. I do know that I've already written pieces that could serve as interruptions. The "interruption" pieces are not epistolary poems.

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More on the budget crisis . . . talk of raising tuition at 4 year institutions. Not much else is known since representatives from the universities are still trying to negotiate with the senate. What's clear is that there's a deep divide along party lines. Guess which party is advocating deep cuts in educational spending?

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Ah sunny spring days, where have you been?

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Current Spin:

St. Vincent. "These Days."

Hell of a cover. Ah Brooklyn.

An Explanation:

Here. I talk about the opening poem of Furious Lullaby.

Monday, April 06, 2009

Love love love

This crazy band:

Micachu & The Shapes. "Lips"

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Also love these sunny Pacific Northwest days. Gorgeous.


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And did I mention I like my Tuesday/Thursday teaching schedule?

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I now love my new phone. Can't get an iPhone 'cause I live in the county, so this is the only type of "Smart Phone" available to me. Still, love it.

First week of classes

Logistics were ok. I'm was in a crappy classroom (I somehow always get put into this particular classroom), but I managed to transfer.

It makes such a difference--even a small window makes a difference.

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Worried about the state budget, particularly about the number of cuts that are projected. The budgets proposed by the Washington State House and Senate last week call for 21% to 25% budget cuts to Western Washington University. If enacted, these will be among the highest cuts in the nation.

If enacted, people will clearly lose jobs and because Meredith is not tenure track, we may be in trouble.

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At least there's music:

The Heartless Bastards. "Brazen"

Thursday, April 02, 2009

About the NaPo poems

I'm keeping these up longer because I want to be held accountable to/for something. They will go poof, but for now, the longer they stay on the blog, the more pressure I feel to revise 'em.

--The Management

I've been a dad for a year . . .


IMG_0616, originally uploaded by odelapaz.

And it's been an adjustment, but let me tell you, it's worth it.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Hmmm . . . Should I Participate?

Ever since Maureen Thorson came up with NaPoWriMo, I've wanted to participate. Now the Academy is in the mix.

If I do choose to participate, it won't be through the Academy or as a fund raiser. When I wrote my poem-a-days for the month of August, I felt the camaraderie between poets, but I also had time to savor the company.

Now, in the midst of a new quarter, I'm not sure I'll be able to do a NaPoWriMo justice.

We'll see.

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First day of the quarter. Sunny. Bright. Horrible classroom. Looks like a holding cell.

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Long Poem writing prompts for my graduate class forthcoming. Basically, students will be writing one long poem. Some of the prompts/assignments will be generative while others will be revisionary. We'll see what happens!


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Current Spin:



Great Lake Swimmers. "Pulling On A Line."

Shout Out!

To my friend, Joseph Legaspi, whose poem was selected by Ted Kooser for the poem in his American Life in Poetry column.


Congratulations, Joseph!

Saturday, March 28, 2009

I can't walk and chew gum

Meanwhile, there's Anne Rossi playing violin, percussion, and singing.

Amazing that she managed to stay on the box w/out falling off.

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Heading home today and praying for good weather. So far it's sunny in Mankato.

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I'll see y'all in B'ham!

Friday, March 27, 2009

KRISTIN!


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Kristin Naca had lunch with me at Bliss Cafe.

Popcorn Ball


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A student in the audience gave me a popcorn ball before my reading.

Splendid Dish


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One of the Rick Robbins masterpieces. He's one hell of a poet AND cook.

Shiny Head & Shiny Workshop


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Here's some of the workshop crew from my week-long stint at Minnesota Statue University at Mankato.

One thing you didn't know about me:

That I went to punk rock concerts in LA like this one:



7 Year Bitch.

I think I actually went to the concert where this was filmed. I'm in the back somewhere. I had hair then. . .

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Riot Grrls.

Apparently I'm on a tough-girl binge.

Here's P.J. Harvey:



P.J. Harvey. "Man-Size."

A Short Break from Visiting Writer Duties

After meeting with students for workshops and one-on-one manuscript meetings, I had a longish break today.

I took full advantage of the respite and met up with the bitchin' poet, Kristin Naca who's now teaching over at Macalester.

Much gossip and laughter.

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I just now finished up my two syllabi for the Spring Quarter. I teach my usual ENG 353, introduction to poetry class, but I'm also teaching a 504 graduate class which will be focusing on the long poem.

The dilemma with the 504 class is that it'll be a workshop. Run. A long poem workshop.

The trick will be to 1) keep them engaged in each others' poems and 2) keep them engaged in their own poems for 10 weeks.

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Did I mention that I loved my Macbook?

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Current Spin:

She's back to her punkish ways! Holy kittens.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

I miss Sleater-Kinney



Check out Carrie Brownstein rockin' the guitar and Janet Weiss pounding on the drums.

Man, they were so good.

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I'm still in Mankato, MN. I've been having trouble sleeping. I don't sleep well in hotels--a combination of the dry air, the pillows, and either being too hot or too cold. So I woke up at five AM this morning. I'm still in bed, though, feeling a little lazy and wanting to blog a little and surf a little.

Not that you care.

Anyway, I have to do a wee bit of work today--respond to a few graduate student manuscripts as well as prep for the morning's workshop. I've also got a radio interview taping later in the afternoon. All in all a light day.

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I love my laptop. The 13" Macbook I blogged about earlier is as dreamy as it looks. It's so fast and what's more, it's got everything from my desktop computer. All my poem files are here as are all my music. The battery seems to hold up pretty well, too.

Some things, however, are taking some getting used to. The trackpad, for one, is great, but I keep mis-clicking on the "right-click" corner (the trackpad itself is the button, in case that wasn't clear).

I'm glad I shelled out the money for extra RAM and extra hard drive space. Both are relatively cheap these days, so if you're planning on getting one of these laptops, I recommend upgrading.

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Gray day here, very much like the spring Northwest days. The folks here keep apologizing for the weather, but honestly, I like the gray.

I was telling one of the graduate students I was meeting with that gray was good writing weather and he agreed. You really can't go outside and do a whole lot. Just the perfect type of weather to hang out by the window, drink a hot drink, and write.

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Bobby Jindal drives me crazy.

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I better unplug. Free waffles are calling.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Swoon


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Rick Robbins swooning on a swooning bench.

Crazy Chandelier


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Note to Self


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This was a note the artist left for himself--If you can't read it, it says, "Deal with This!! Purple Skull Chokes the animal."

Oil Painting Studio Part IV


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Oil Painting Studio Part III


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Oil Painting Studio Part II


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Oil Painting Studio Part I


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Poor House to Palace Part II


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And this is the finished side with my host, Rick Robbins, walking towards the entrance.

From Poor House to Palace


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A reception for a visiting art history guy was held at this house in Mankato. It used to be the county poor house, but it's since been converted into this amazing house filled with bright colors and art. This shot is of an unfinished side.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Where I'll be this week

I'll be heading over to Mankato, MN to conduct some workshops, give talks, and a reading. Here's why: I'm the Eddice B. Barber visiting writer at the University of Minnesota, Mankato.

If you're in the area, I hope you swing by. The schedule's on the link.

Friday, March 20, 2009

Geek Chic


Geek Chic, originally uploaded by odelapaz.

Voila, my new 13.3" Macbook. It's actually more powerful than my desktop which is a G5 Dual Processor. The keyboard glows. Hum

Should be useful when I hit the road in the next few weeks--Mankato, MN, and then Spokane, WA.

I applied for a GAP grant from WA state this year, but I can't wait to see if I was a winner. Luckily Meredith and I got kickbacks on our taxes.

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I've got a stack of 47 Bluebook exams to grade. *cry* I did, however, manage to grade 10 poetry portfolios with 4 more to go. Oh Spring Break, you're so close . . .

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I should've filled out my damn NCAA bracket this year, but it slipped my mind. Really, there are only a handful of teams who I think can win the whole thing. Whereas in past years, it seemed there were a few more. My Final Four picks: UNC, UConn, Louisville, and Pitt. Yeah, I know they're all #1 seeds. I just don't think the #2 seeds are that close. And I think all the upsets will happen between the lower seeded teams.

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Current Spin:

Ryan Adams. "Come Pick Me Up." Feeling a little alt-honky-tonk today.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

I'm going to miss BSG

(Geek Mode ON) I’m trusting that many of you who read this watch the BSG series, so I won’t even begin to try to explain the back story to you.

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I’m going to miss Battlestar Galactica. The last episode of the updated 2004 series airs this Friday. I am, in actuality, not a big television watcher. Yes, there are shows that I watch other than BSG, but BSG is the only show that I will watch by myself from start to finish. I am, otherwise, a fidgety television viewer.

I’ve had to explain to a few people why I enjoy the show—many of you bloggers are dialed in, but there are a number of people who just don’t get my passion for the series. I try to explain to non-watchers that it’s basically like The West Wing, except in space. I’ve never watched an episode of The West Wing, but such a pronouncement by me seems to create the intended effect. They get it once I pair BSG with something in the “real” world. My own parents can’t stand fantasy or science fiction. “Your mom and I don’t like fictions” is something I’ve often heard from my father when I’ve suggested we go see a popcorn sc-fi flick at the movie theater.

I understand why my parents are apprehensive about engaging sci-fi/fantasy narratives. Science Fiction, at its worst, is pop-philosophy that’s conflated with exotic words and ridiculous problems that are solved by science-lite solutions. The goal of the writers of bad science fiction is, ultimately, to impress with the creation of new worlds without firmly maintaining feet on the ground in this world. Sci-fi, though, at its highest form is brilliant allegory. BSG, is pretty brilliant.

The engineered “villains” of BSG, the Cylons are complicated “antagonists.” I’m putting the terms in quotes because lately in the show, they’ve become more humane than the humans who have created them. Phillip K. Dick’s Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, which was adapted to become Blade Runner, had similar concerns with its Cylon-like antagonists, the Replicants. Both Cylons and Replicants lash out against their creators. Both Cylon and Replicants seek to master a very human narrative theme—they are questing for a way to cheat death.

Additionally, so often science fiction is about mastering one of two other narratives—the idea of a utopia or the aftermath of a dystopia. Human societies (in most cases, human) are always flawed—the narrative eventually reveals how the utopia is actually dystopia or how the dystopia is created by humanity in the first place. Such a narrative, post 9/11, is compelling, blunt, and necessary. There’s an excellent article about BSG in Rolling Stone citing season 2 as the high-water mark of the show. The New Caprica shows place the members of the colonial fleet as members of an insurgency. In a memorable season 2 scene, a human colonial suicide bomber takes out humans and Cylons alike. Admiral Adama, played quite excellently by Eduard James Olmos, asks whether humans “. . . are worth saving. . . .“ My response, of course, is yes, but the value of BSG as a cultural force is that it beckons complication.


Here’s where I speculate about the upcoming ending:

Gaius Baltar is one of the most intriguing characters in the series for me. He’s a wonderful reimagining of Count Baltar from the original 1978 series. At first, I saw him as pure villain, but now I’m seeing him as something further. Could he be the holder of the master narrative of humanity?

His career in the show is interesting. First, of course, as scientist, he creates the downfall of human civilization. Later, he becomes a politician. Then, he becomes a religious figure. His career changes are so profound to me that it’s hard for me to take him as anything other than a symbolic character. Further, Baltar’s subconscious apparition—Caprica 6. Could she be like the muses from old? Here, I invoke Homer: “Sing, goddess, the anger of Peleus’ son Achilleus/and its devastation . . . “

Will Baltar become the poet/historian for what’s left of humanity? What I know from President Rosalin’s dreams is that Baltar and Caprica are last seen in the vision of the opera house, carrying Hera. Could Baltar, the destroyer of humanity, also be the instrument of its rebirth?

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I've got more speculation about the final episode cooking in my brain, but I'm finding it hard to articulate. Overall, though, I'm just saying BSG is and was a damn good show. I reluctantly watched it at first, having been a fan of the previous incarnation, but this new version is in many ways superior.

I'm sad it's ending, but I'm also glad that there's going to be some sort of conclusion to the series . . . that the acting can and will remain superb and that the writing will not find itself, like so many shows that last too long, tired and out of spark.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

The "Transition Team"

Apparently, I'm the transition team for my parents. For the past week and a half I've been running around doing errands for them and it's cut my writing and grading time to shreds.

Meredith and I have been busily arranging books, DVDs, VHS tapes, and CDs into their newly installed cabinets. What's clear is that they've collected a lot of crap in the 32 years of life in the sticks of Eastern Oregon.

I found all kinds of crap--for example, a Newsweek magazine from 1974 featuring the Patty Hearst story.

Why would you keep that?

Additional head-scratchers--five magnifying glasses, seven dictionaries, five bibles, a plastic bag full of wedding trinkets from other peoples' weddings.

Then there are the hundreds of pictures of me littered here and there, between book pages, in boxes, sprinkled loosely throughout the clutter.

I'm going mad.

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Out of all this, however, I have some how managed to get a nice television.

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Finals week this week. Thank goodness.

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My mini Macbook came yesterday. I couldn't hop onto the internet because I transferred the entire contents of my older desktop to the laptop. That process took 6 hours.

All told, the 13" Macbook is more powerful than my G5 Tower, which is crazy. . .

Love this thing . . . I'm blogging with it right now. The key pad takes some getting used to. There's no click button--you press the keypad itself. Also, you can rotate objects, resize objects, and right click on the same pad, depending on how you move your hand or fingers on the pad. Wild.

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(Geek mode off)

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Haven't written a lick for a couple of months. The big push of the quarter coupled with the parental move has left me with very little time. Priority, of course, goes to L's care. The last official day of transition for my folks will be the 21st of this month. Thank goodness.

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Current spin:

School of Seven Bells. "Half Asleep."

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Waiting for . . .

our new 13" Macbook.

I've had my G4 17" laptop since 2002. Never had any problems, but now it's clearly old. Meredith gave me the blessing to go ahead and buy a new CPU with part of our tax refund.

It'll be here between the 13th and the 19th.

Yay!

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I'm not going to g-cycle the older laptop. Rather, I'm going to leave it at my parents' house so I don't have to use their PC's.

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Finally got the baby to nap. This morning was exciting. He didn't like the yogurt I was feeding him. He kept spitting it out. Then he grabbed it from his mouth and put it in his hair and his clothes.

*sigh*

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Last day of the quarter--tomorrow.

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Current Spin:


Antony and the Johnsons. Cover of Leonard Cohen's "The Guests".

At first, I thought Antony was a woman with a deep voice. I've been trying to decide if I actually liked his stuff . . . then I heard him cover some Cohen songs. My my.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

My old self


My old uniform, originally uploaded by odelapaz.

Yup. My old EMS uniform. Just above it, you can see a Grey's Anatomy book and a Medical dictionary.

Ah, my past life . . .

I was just asked an interview question about how much the past creeps into my poems. In the previous collections, not so much, but now I'm all about writing about the past.

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I helped my parents move some stuff out of their new office. The cabinet makers are coming tomorrow, so I had to clear out an area in the room. My EMS uniform was draped over a box of my old cartoon books---you know, Peanuts excerpts and Garfield cartoon books. I had a ton of those as a kid and my parents kept 'em.

Anyway, about this EMS uniform. Of course I tried it on. It was . . . painful, to say the least. I've gained quite a bit of weight and bulk since those days.

If you must know, I was an EMT in LA Count for the better part of two years. Not my thing, but it certainly helped me discover my true path.

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I taught my last lecture class of the quarter today. Technically it was a review for the final. Of course, the students didn't ask any questions. Rather, they tried to lawyer me into reducing the length of the exam. I sort of caved, for a portion. I realized, I really didn't want to grade two long essays, so I cut one of 'em. That only means that the one long essay they have to craft is worth a heck of a lot more. Their fault.



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Current Spin:

Arthur & Yu. "Afterglow."

Thin Mint Cookies


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It was only one thin mint cookie. Little did we know that one cookie would make such a mess.

And no, we don't usually feed our child junk food. He saw us eating thin mints and greatly wanted one for himself.

We caved.

We're awful parents.

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Aw crap--Taxes For Writers

Forgot to send my manuscript to this contest. Ah well. I suppose I've been a tad bit distracted these days.

Reminder, Oliver--send the manuscript out this week.

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Big tax break coming our way which makes me glad that we have our accountant. I've been with the dude for the better part of five years and I always get a good return. He's smart and he knows what questions to ask me.

The baby, of course, helped with our returns tremendously.

Meredith and I do intend to spend some of the tax return on insulating the attic of the house (which, by the way, grants another tax credit).

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Every year I blog about taxes because I do think many writers are generally bad about keeping records that will grant them tax returns.

Things that you can count if you file as a writer:

1. Internet--you do use it for internet submissions and now you can actually log and track things that you've submitted online just by printing e-mail correspondence.

2. Computers, Printers, Paper
3. Digital Camera--Depends on if you have a webpage or a blog. You can claim it as part of your publicity.
4. Web Site Host Fees
5. Books--Use your discretion. These generally have to be "writing-related," but YMMV.
6. Paper, Toner, Ink, Office Supplies--Again, use discretion
7. ENTRY FEES FOR BOOK CONTESTS--Yes, you can claim this.
8. Writers Conference fees
9. Membership Dues--e.g. your AWP Membership fee
10. Postage
11. Some Research Trips--You'll need direct and clear evidence that this trip is indeed going towards your next book project.
12. Promotional Expenses--Brochures, Flyers, Press Kits
13. Donations--These can be books given away for promotional purposes, swapped books, or books donated for fund raisers. You might even consider your membership to the Academy of American Poets as a Donation.
14. Dry Cleaning--I laughed when my friend Rigoberto told me he had been claiming his dry cleaning, but by gum, he was right. You can claim dry cleaning.
15. Finally, if you use an accountant like I do, you can write these "professional fees" off.

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To get you in the mood:

I really should be getting back to sleep but . . .

I saw this and laughed.

What does this say about me?

Scary Beards



Bonnie 'Prince' Billy. If I saw Will Oldham strutting down my street, I'd be frightened.

His beard has grown quite scary.

Friday, March 06, 2009

I so wanted it to be good . . .

If I had that power, the 2 hours 40 minutes of Zack Snyder’s grim and grisly excursion into comic-book mythology might not have felt quite so interminable. (“It will never end,” says Dr. Manhattan. “Nothing ever ends.” No indeed.) Also, an enhanced temporal perspective would make it possible to watch “Watchmen” not in 2009 but back in 1985, when the story takes place, and when the movie might have made at least a little more sense.

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I'll probably see it anyway.

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We were going to switch off co-sleeping with the little guy last night. I was to be the second shift. Meredith never came in, but, in anticipation, I was awake from 1:30-3:30AM.

My left eye is twitching. Thank goodness my parents will be here on Saturday.

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Gorgeous weather. Too bad I'm sleepwalking.

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Current spin:

Yeah Yeah Yeahs: "Cheated Hearts." Watch for the Bellingham, WA clip. Shout out to B'ham.

The Soundtrack for a Manuscript

I listen to music.

I listen to a lot of music.

I listen to a lot of music when I write.

Surprising, yes. Lots of folks can't write to music. I've always had some kind of soundtrack going on in the background. I like competing rhythms. Somehow the rhythm and melody of external music sculpts the mess of images that's flashing through my brain.

Anyway, this group is who I primarily listened to when I composed a lot of the poems for Furious Lullaby:



The Rachel's.

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Now, I'm listening to a lot of folk/alt-country stuff. Perhaps I'm mining for narratives. Lately, I've been listening to singer-songwriter types. You know, Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, and some of the more recent folks like Colin Meloy of The Decemberists and Conor Oberst of Bright Eyes.



Conor Oberst.

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Leonard Cohen.

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End of the quarter--I've got a class this Friday, then Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Whew. I'm beat.

What's also been stressful is that the little guy has been waking up almost every two hours. Meredith and I are sleep deprived.

Luckily my parents will be here on Saturday.

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My real current spin is this:

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Kelli n' Me


Kelli n' Me, originally uploaded by odelapaz.

Heron


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Cascadia


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I was giving a poetry talk on Whidbey Island and this is the view from the host's house.

A nice clear shot of the Cascade Mountain Range . . . and grapes.

The Witchhazel Liked The Weather


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It Snowed


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Starshine


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Blogging from the Underground

My WIFI usage is being monitored.

I'm blogging from a high-school cafeteria and Facebook/Youtube are blocked by the various web filters they have running--ruining my fun.

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I've been on Whidbey Island since Friday morning. The weather's been gorgeous and I can see why people live on islands. I also know I'd go a little crazy.

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My birthday was yesterday. Not a whole lot to say about it. I didn't exactly celebrate it and I didn't tell anyone 'cept Kelli Russell Agodon who's also participating in the conference.

Meredith, of course, knows and she wished me a happy birthday as she put the little rugrat on speakerphone.

I've never been overly keen on celebrating birthdays, but to those of you who've sent me well-wishes, thank you very much.

***

Just overheard saying "Word processing is the greatest invention in history." And then the same person started complaining about Microsoft Word.
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New dictate heard spouting from Oliver's mouth: In order to shape a book manuscript, keep in mind three elements: Tone, Balance, and Inertia.

Suddenly I've become my teachers.
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Current Spin:


seventwentysix from Tyler Williams on Vimeo.

J. Tillman

Thursday, February 26, 2009

I'm So Happy I'm Think I'm Going To Be Ill

No news really. Title of the heading faked you out, didn't it? Ha. I'm feeling a little jumpy because I've been cooped up inside all day and it's sunny. The sun's bouncing off the powdery snow and I've got a baby sleeping in the baby sling close to my chest. So maybe I am just a little happy. I'm not teaching classes tomorrow because I'm heading to a writers' conference down on Whidbey Island that I had mentioned yesterday. Not a whole lot to do except pack. So I suppose I'm happily bored. Boredom is a happy state for me.

So yeah . . . I was exaggerating about the illness bit, but I'm happy. Or maybe I should say content.

I'm content.

***

I've been reading everyone else's album memes and realizing how much I've left out.

How could I have forgotten Little Earthquakes by Tori Amos? Or OK Computer by Radiohead? Or even The Joshua Tree by U2?

I've got "B" listers too . . . I spent a whole summer listening to The Sundays:



I had a wee crush on Harriet.

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And if you want a real heavy dose of sugar, here's Camera Obscura:



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Happy! Happy!

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Happy poems? How about sublime poems?

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REAL current spin:

Matt Ward, aka M. Ward. "Hold Time."

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Self-Portraiture Here and There

Firstly, there's this: clicky.

Secondly, I've been seeing lots and lots of self-portrait poems from all stripes of writers. I was reading Sean Nevin's Oblivio Gate and he's got a sequence of Self-Portrait poems towards the end of the collection. Mind you, the poems are from the POV of a persona, but still.

Then there's this poem by Matthew Dickman.

Now, on the same site, there's this poem by Tracy K. Smith.

There are many others on the Fishouse site as well.

John Gallaher, earlier, talked about this collection: Self Portrait with Crayon

Needless to say, all this self-portraiture is making me feel less and less confident about all the self-portraits I've been writing. I've got over twelve poems with "Self-Portrait" in the title and I see them as central to the manuscript. Should I care about what other poets are doing? I shouldn't. It is, after all, a self-portrait of my speaker. I am not and do not inhabit the self-portraits of those other poets. But it makes me wonder if there's a tapping of the collective unconscious going on here--is there a broader gesture that demands an examination of the self?

Ultimately, this brings me to my own problems with this third manuscript. I am and am not the I in my poems. I am and am not the provocateur of the conflicts and the actions that happen in the poem. I too distrust the I. So perhaps I'm writing these self-portraits to pin the I down.

The I makes me self conscious. I profess that I am most comfortable wearing other selves, masks. My first book--mask. My second book--mask, the gaze outward, not inward. And here it is, the third manuscript--I all over the place.

Does the I need a foil? A counterbalance? A moment where the I says, "Enough about me. Tell me about yourself?"

***

Come see me at The Whidbey Island Writers Conference where I'll try not to be too self-referential.

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Album Meme:

This is another 20 something meme that I was hit with on Facebook--20 most influential albums.

In no order, here they are:

Paul's Boutique The Beastie Boys
Murmur R.E.M.
Songs to Learn and Sing Echo and the Bunnymen
Speak and Spell Depeche Mode
The Soft Bulletin The Flaming Lips
Nevermind Nirvana
Nebraska Bruce Springsteen
1999 Prince
Trinity Session The Cowboy Junkies
Simon & Garfunkle's Greatist Hits Simon & Garfunkle
Raw Power The Stooges
Zen Arcade Hüsker Dü
The White Album The Beatles
Phrenology The Roots
White Chocolate Space Egg Liz Phair
Blood on the Tracks Bob Dylan
Everybody Knows This is Nowhere Neil Young
Grace Jeff Buckley
Brighten the Corners Pavement
Odelay Beck

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For CDY, my current spin:

Monday, February 23, 2009

Meme: 20 Books of Poetry, etc.

I can't tell you how many times people have linked me for this meme, so here it is. The books are in no order . . . no real hierarchy. They're just the books that have influenced my work up till now:


1. The Book of Nightmares--Galway Kinnell
2. Ariel--Sylvia Plath
3. Winter Stars--Larry Levis
4. The World Doesn't End--Charles Simic
5. Dream of the Unified Field--Jorie Graham
6. Rose--Li-Young Lee
7. Teodora Luna's Two Kisses--Alberto Rios
8. The Groom Falconer--Norman Dubie
9. The Badlands of Desire--Beckian Fritz Goldberg
10. The Collected Poems of Octavio Paz--Octavio Paz
11. Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair--Pablo Neruda
12. The Branch Will Not Break--James Wright
13. The Wasteland--T.S. Eliot
14. What Work Is--Phillip Levine
15. The Redshifting Web--Arthur Sze
16. The Colors of Desire--David Mura
17. Models of the Universe--Ed. Stuart Friebert & David Young
18. The Open Boat--Ed. Garret Hongo
19. El Grupo McDonalds--Nick Carbo
20. For the Union Dead--Robert Lowell

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Again, these are in no hierarchy--just the order I thought of 'em. I added two anthologies 'cause they really did influence me greatly.

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I'll post another list later for the 20 albums--another Facebook meme I was tagged with.

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And right now, my current spin:

Bowerbirds. "In Our Talons."

What is Kundiman?

Lovely profile written by Kundiman Alumnus, Margaret Rhee: AAPW-LA

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Approaching the Finish Line

The end of the quarter is fast approaching. By my count, there's three weeks left.

I feel like I'm sputtering . . . like some kid dumped a bag of sugar into my gas tank.

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I've got a gig over at the Whidbey Island Writers' Conference this Friday and Saturday. If you're in the area, mosey on over.

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No poems in me these days. That's okay. I haven't had any real time to read and I'm usually most productive when I've got some spare time to kick up my feet and crack open a book or two. No such luck these days now that the rugrat is trying to walk. Yes, he's trying to walk. We've been holding him up by one arm and he's been walking along side us. He doesn't take naps like he used to, so I've been on constant alert--sort of explains the not-writing bit.

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More later. Right now I'm trying to quietly click the keys on a very new and very loud PC (gasp). I'm at my parents' house. They just left for O-town and won't be back for another two weeks. When they come back in March, it'll be for good for my mother. She's a bit sad and I feel bad, but I totally understand. And anyway, she'll be closer to the grinning grandbaby.

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Current Spin:

J. Tillman. "Firstborn." Simplest video ever, but lovely.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Playing Catch-Up

Boy, leaving town threw me out of sorts. I had a stack of mid-terms I quickly had to finish grading. I also had to prepare for my week's worth of lessons.

Additionally, while I thought having my parents here would save me time, it's turned out to be quite the opposite. I'm finding myself over at their house fixing this and that. Hours have been spent setting up their computer network and other things. They bought HP's which broke my heart. I couldn't convince them to buy Macintoshes. Lucky for them I can handle both platforms, but still . . . they bought these two Vista OS-using machines and the OS is a little clunky, IMO.

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Nerd mode off.

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I've been having reasonably good fortune with journal publications recently, but my well is running dry. I haven't written a stitch for a couple of weeks. Yes, I'm crafting a long poem, but I haven't had the willpower to go back to it. Long poems--hard to get back into the "flow" of writing.

By the way, I hate that word, "flow." My workshop students use it so often. "The poem flows well" or "I like the flow from the first line to the next." I tell them that whenever they use that kind of language, I think of urination or diarrhea.

Sorry, I'm digressing. We're talking about me, right?

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Pushcart nomination time. Thanks to all those who nominated me. I feel like such a tremendous disappointment to you. I get nominated every year and I come up short every year. Maybe this time, eh?

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I bought quite a few books at AWP this year. I can't tell you how many 'cause Meredith sometimes reads this blog and I may get into trouble. The number of purchases I've made, however, has been dropping since I first started going (AWP Portland in 97 I believe). I just don't want to haul all those books in my suitcases, now that I'm traveling primarily with just carry-on luggage. When checking bags was free, oh boy, I took full advantage.

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Current Spin:

Grizzly Bear. "Knife." Funny the type of life this particular track has lived. It's been covered by tons of people and if you glance at the other Youtube videos, you'll see quite a variety of styles. There's even a video of Zach from Beirut covering the song.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

A Tale of Two Panels at AWP

Well, actually three. The one I moderated--Kundiman Kindles the Flame--was good. Of course it was!

Really, though, I want to talk about the two I participated in as a panelist.

The first was called "Where Yearning Meets Epiphany." It was . . . a bit erratic.

First off, there are a myriad of things that I'd like to say about the junction between short-shorts and prose poems. Personally, I don't think the distinctions are as strictly defined as one of my cohorts suggested. Of course, I really didn't have time to defend any position on the matter because . . . well, I really shouldn't say out of my own politeness. Let's just say some people like to talk.

Now, here's what I would've said if given the proper forum:

I wrote Names Above Houses originally as a long poem broken into verse. I had prescribed to it the traits of what could traditionally be found in an Epic poem: a hero, a quest, and peril. What I ended up writing was 48 pages of didactic poetry where the only interesting artifact was the name of the protagonist--Fidelito.

I scrapped the verse incarnation and wrote many many pages in the prose poem form because I wanted to do the opposite of what I had done in the verse piece. So I wrote the first prose poem which lead to the second and third. They all had the character, Fidelito, from the previous draft, but something had changed in the tone of the piece. It was easier for me to write in a magical realist style--perhaps that's because of the trajectory a prose paragraph takes the reader. Rather than having a line break which forces a pause, the lines in a prose poem take a winding descent down the page. Such movement could enforce the unity of sense-making so that the improbable makes perfect sense in a prose paragraph. In the verse form, such properties may collapse due to the line break--the abrupt discontinuity from a line or sense-making unit to the next line/sense-making unit.

Here's section 2 of the first prose poem from Names Above Houses

The macaws found the tooth first. It could have been worse. His tooth might have been found by ants. Fidelito would have grown antennae and that would have presented the problem of appearances. At least you could hide wings under a shirt.

Medium clause, period. Medium clause, period. Medium clause, period. Long clause, period. Medium clause, period.

I intentionally created a movement there that would be similar to someone explaining, very matter-of-factly, a cause and effect relationship.

Now, if I were to break it into lines, here's how I would do it:

The macaws found the tooth
first. It could have been worse.
His tooth might have been
found by ants. Fidelito
would have grown antennae
and that would have prsented
the problem of appearances.
At least you could hide
wings under a shirt.

The pace is far too halting. The line break slows the sense-making down so that by the time the poem ends, for me, the inertia of the improbable first line fades.

Mind you, I understand that my line-breaks here are personal decisions and that you may choose to break the lines differently. Regardless, the line breaks and perhaps the enjambment forces, for this reader, too much of a stutter in this particular case.

Anyway, after I had written the manuscript in the prose poem form, Alberto Rios suggested that I switch the whole thing back into verse. What ended up happening is that I would up condensing the lines even further, taking out articles and short prepositions. But as I mentioned above, something was tonally off. The pop of the playful prose poems was gone. I switched the whole thing back to prose poems and there it stayed.

Ultimately what does this tell me about the form? Nothing except that the work found its way into the form. There's nothing exceptional or earth shattering that I can reveal about prose poems here because, to some extent, I don't believe in such labels. A piece will find the shape it's meant to. More or less, this is what Ron Carlson said and I agreed with him and would've defended his position against the rebuttal that ensued but . . . as I mentioned, some people like to talk.

Additionally, another point by *cough* a particular panelist was made about Ron Carlson's prose poem (yes I'm calling it a prose poem) about doors. I think that the idea that character and the yearning of a character is what creates the distinction between a prose poem and a short-short is a bit dismissive. What about music? What about rhythm? Meh.


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Now, the other panel, "More Than a Collection," was great. Not much to say about it except we all spoke the appropriate amount. We all were prepared and passionate about what we had to talk about.

It was quite interesting to hear the manuscript-making processes of the other panelists and it was good to see that my own methodologies weren't so strange.

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Glad to be back home.

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We're transitioning L. from co-sleeping to the crib. Brutal.

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Current Spin:

Clem Snide. "Find Love."

Monday, February 16, 2009

Meta Moment w/ John Gallaher


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John Gallaher and all his flair, takes a photo of me taking a photo of him.

G-burg people past and present


G-burg people past and present, originally uploaded by odelapaz.

Mike Mejia, Mindy Wilson, Kathy Whitcomb, & Mark Drew--"Peeps" from my days at Gettysburg College

Snow sculptures in the park


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There were butterflies in the wintery night.

Post Dinner High Jinks


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L to R: Aimee, Sarah, Sally Mao, Helene Achanazar, & Janine Joseph

Sisterhood


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Aimee Nezhukumatathil & Hosannah Asuncion at the Kundi dinner

Kundi Dinner at the Pavillion


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Every year our tribe wanders around the conference area, looking for a place that can accommodate a whole bunch of us. This year we stayed local.

Chicago is weird


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A photo of stuffed animals getting drunk in someone's yard.

Steppenwolf Theater


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Blurry photo of the Steppenwolf Theater. Papatya, Sue, and myself left the conference on Friday to watch The Seafarer. I needed to get away from the Hilton.

Po Bloggers


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Reb Livingston & Sandra Beasley

Plug


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Me plugging Timothy Yu's new book.

More Kundi Love


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Sarah G. & Cynthia Arrieu-King

ASU Alums


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Sean Nevin & Jorn Ake

Kundi's at the Book Fair II


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Moi, Matthew Olzmann, and Vikas Menon

Kundi's at the Book Fair


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Sarah Gambito, Vikas Menon, and Soham Patel

Fishouse Guru


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Matt O'Donnell wearing all his glorious From the Fishouse swag.

Ate Evelina


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My big sis in letters, Evelina Galang. I hardly saw her at the conference, which is unusual for me.

Mary Bid!


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Me n' Mary Biddinger. I stopped by the Barn Owl table while they were setting up.

ASU Buds & Roommates


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Sue Allspaw & Papatya Bucak at breakfast.

Sneaking up on Rigo


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Sarah G, incognito


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The first time we went for deep dish pizza. There would be a second time. And of course, later, I would eat leftover deep dish pizza, so I had deep dish pizza three times during the conference.

Sarah doesn't want to be recognized here, but I spotted her.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

AWP Photo Scavenger Hunt

To Play:

1. You need a digital camera
2. A blog
3. No shame

Goals:

Find and take a photo of the following:

1. Very old but famous poet dirty dancing with younger poet.

2. An unsolicited manuscript proposal at a press booth.

3. Grad students wandering the bookfair aimlessly with more free journals than they know what to do with.

4. Badge switching.

5. A poet playing a fiddle in the middle of the bookfair.

6. Unattended book signing event (come find me on Thursday)

7. A poet wandering the bookfair eating a Chicago-Style hot dog.

8. Graduate student with an unnatural hair tint.

9. A poetry reading panel where one of the panelists goes over his/her allotted time by 10 minutes.

10. The best free swag item.

11. A writer subscribing to a literary journal.

12. Writers working out in the hotel gym.

13. A writer wearing a bolo tie.

I'll think of more, but that's a lot of snapshots so far. I've got my digital camera . . .

To all you teachers of verse

Kundiman Asian American Poets’ Retreat

July 8 - 12, 2009
University of Virginia, Charlottesville

In order to help mentor the next generation of Asian American poets, Kundiman, a non-profit organization dedicated to serving Asian American poets, is sponsoring its 6th annual poetry retreat where nationally renowned Asian American poets will conduct workshops and provide one-on-one mentorship sessions with participants. Kundiman hopes to provide a safe and instructive environment that identifies and addresses the unique challenges faced by emerging Asian American poets.

Faculty
* Myung Mi Kim (author of Commons, DURA and Under Flag)
* Rick Barot (author of The Darker Fall and Want)
* Staceyann Chin (author of The Other Side of Paradise and pioneering spoken word artist)

To keep the cost of the retreat low, participants are not charged fees for workshops. Room and Board for the retreat is $325.

Application Process
Send five to seven (5-7) paginated, stapled pages of poetry, with your name included on each page. Include a cover letter with your name, address, phone number, e-mail address and a brief paragraph describing what you would like to accomplish at the Kundiman Asian American Poets’ Retreat. Include a SAS postcard if you want an application receipt. Manuscripts will not be returned. No electronic submissions, please.

Mail application to:
Kundiman
245 Eighth Avenue #151
New York, NY 10011
Submissions must be postmarked by March 2, 2009

We'll be at the book fair sharing a booth with Bloom. Come find us at AWP or check out our website: www.kundiman.org.

Monday, February 09, 2009

Alright, that's it.

I'm sending the damn thing out tomorrow. . . I need to clear the air and, as Jesse Lee K. told me, I need to take the manuscript out for a walk. So it's going out. That's it.

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Don't think I'll be reading at an off-site venue for AWP which is just as well since I'm doing so much on-site. I'll be free to wander and snap photos of you guys reading.

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Re-post.

Looks like I'm freeish on Thursday after my book signing. I'm going to try to go to a couple of panels. Any suggestions? Anyway, here's my AWP schedule:

Wednesday, Feb. 11:

Arrive at Chicago O'Hare--2:30 PM. Check-in--Chicago Hilton.

Thursday, Feb. 12:

Book Signing--SIU Press/Crab Orchard Review Booth--1:00-2:00PM

Friday, Feb. 13:

Pinch-hit moderator for panel, Kundiman Kindles the Flame. Lake Ontario, 8th FL. 12:00-1:15PM.

Go see play: The Seafarer at 7:30PM.

Saturday, Feb. 14:

Present at Panel: Where Yearning Meets Epiphany. Continental A, Lobby Level. 10:30-11:45AM.

Lunch w/AWP Officials. 12PM-?

Present at Panel: More Than a Collection. Juliet 3rd FL. 1:30-2:45PM.

Sunday, Feb. 15:

Depart for Home: Chicago O'Hare--8:30AM

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Going to see Juana Molina tonight! She'll be playing at the Nightlight Lounge. Doors open at 8PM.

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Current Spin:



Juana Molina. "La Verdad.""

Two More Long Poem Sections and a Song

Just hammered these down. They'll live here for a little bit and then go poof.

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poof!
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Thinking about getting rid of the numbers. There's no real order or hierarchy. The sections are pretty self-contained, I think.

My immediate goal is to work this into the first section which is the shortest section of the manuscript. I need a foregrounding poem for what comes later in the manuscript, I believe.

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Priscilla Ahn. "Dream."

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Pre-AWP To Do List

Firstly, I have to get Manuscript #3 ready to go. I've got 68 pages. Lots of contests seem to prefer page sizes between 48-65. It could certainly use some whittling down, but I think those are interesting size parameters. 48 Just seems so short to me.

My own personal goal is to have it sent out by Tuesday--Sending out to this. What the heck, eh?

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Secondly, I need to get my classes in order. Mind you, I'm not saying that my teaching's a secondary thing . . .

I've got to prep the notes for my substitute and post a few things on Blackboard. Not a whole lot to be done here, but enough to keep me occupied.

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Thirdly, I need to pack. I need to find out what the weather's going to be like and I need to prepare. Also, I need to print out all my hotel junk, ticket stuff, etc..

And should I bring copies of my books since SIU Press'll be there?

I suppose a handful of copies is a good thing for trades. . .

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My laptop is heavy. :-( I want a new one. I'm currently using an 17" Apple G4 Powerbook. It's 1st gen . . . one of the first ones at that size. It's seen better days. I could, of course, buy more physical RAM, but why? I don't plan on using it for much longer. I've been restraining myself from buying one of these: Clicky. So cute.

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Current Spin:

Beirut. "Nantes."

Friday, February 06, 2009

WTH moment while grading

So I totally should be scanning and commenting on triolets, but instead I've been watching YouTube videos and came upon this WHACKED out video with Will Oldham (who's awesome) and Scout Niblett:

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Desk


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I've got a Apple G5 Tower and my noise canceling headphones are on straddled across the top of the cpu. To the right is my 1Tb external hard drive. I always back up my stuff.

To the right is a moleskin notebook which I occasionally scribble notes in, but never poems. Underneath that is my "cool lines" notebook where I write down lines that come to me or that I read.

The dog painting is a gift from my sister-in-law, Suzanne, who is a groovy metalsmith/jeweler and artist.

My lovely life partner and wife surprised me with the impressive office make-over last summer when I was away at Kundiman.

My Office


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Because Collin wants to see where the "magic" happens.


The books are mostly poetry in alphabetical order ('cause that's how I roll). The bottom two shelves are reference and books I'm using for the teaching quarter.

Little Foxes

There are foxes on television. L. is obsessed with dogs. He laughs whenever he sees them. Poor Jake is miserable because L. follows him around all day.

L. is laughing at foxes.

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Mid point of the Winter quarter. I realize my compatriots in those schools with semestral systems are just getting started. I feel like I'm in the home stretch for this quarter.

I gave a quiz to my non-reading class and I was pleased that 3/4ths of them seem to have heeded my warnings about their inattentiveness. The scores weren't as bad as I had expected.

Anyway, I think we're in the mid-quarter doldrums right now. Students are wearing down . . . getting colds. There was actually one case of mumps on campus.

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I've been trying to get some time with the manuscript, but now that L. is crawling, I've been ever-vigilant. My parents still haven't moved to the area, so I'm the morning and early evening shift. Unfortunately, I have the most energy for desk-work in the mornings, so I feel a bit harried when it comes to all things paper-oriented. At least I'm keeping up with my grading.

Ideally, I've got to get the manuscript in shape to send it to NPS at the very least. . .

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Somewhat excited about AWP. Not fully excited, just somewhat excited.

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Current Spin:



The Dodos. "Fools." Check out the insane drummer. . . My forearms are tired.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Squeeze

Feeling a bit under pressure these days. My current teaching and parenting schedule leaves me no time in the mornings (when I'm usually at my most productive). I'm thinking about waking up at 5AM to get things done. I know a lot of other poet/parents do this. I might give it a try tomorrow.

I feel a bit pressured to finish this third manuscript, but I know it's not done. I suppose I'm feeling the pressure because of uncertainty--I'm not sure if/when it'll find a home. These concerns, I know, are a bit goofy and unfounded, considering I still consider myself in the early stages of what I hope will be a lifetime of practicing art.

Still, I'm anxious and when I get anxious about writing, I write. My brain is telling me to get off of my can.

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I'm excited about Juana Molina because she's an artist who's reinvented herself, moving from comedy to pretty serious music. Her transition wasn't a gradual one . . . it was somewhat abrupt. One day she's doing comedy and the next thing she's playing before small audiences.

If you don't know her stuff, she's giving a free MP3 of "Un Dia" on her website: www.juanamolina.com.

I suppose it's important to remake yourself as an artist to keep yourself interested (interesting?). I for one couldn't possibly write the same manuscript over and over again. And looking at the projects that I have on my plate, they're all so different from one another.

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I'm excited about AWP's conference next week. I am, however, telling myself to slow down--I know, I know. I'm doing a gazillion things next week, but I also know that I'll be seeing friends I don't see that often and that I need to really "see" them. So I'm telling myself that I must chill out, have lunches, coffee, breakfast, etc., with my friends. I'm telling myself to listen and be present.

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Current Spin:

The Kooks. "Ooh La."

Funny because they suddenly happen upon a French all-girls school or something.

Monday, February 02, 2009

Juana Molina! In Bellingham?!

It's true: scroll down for calendar.

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Juana Molina. "Zamba Corta."

Messing with Code

Yes, I've been messing with code in an attempt to re-post some oldies on this new Blogger template and I've been messing up. Ah well. I suppose I should be more "stream-lined" in this new era of political change.

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My students don't follow directions.

I, of course, am being very general. There are some who follow directions very well, but a large number of them do not.

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My parents, thank goodness, are coming this Friday. They'll be staying in town to help Meredith out with the little guy while I'm away at AWP. I can't wait until they're here full time. But I understand the delay. Mom's giving up a professional medical practice she's held since 1977. There are lots of things that need to be settled.

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Not a current spin, but I saw this video on CurrentTV and I just had to share:



The Arcade Fire. "Neon Bible" in an elevator.

Current spin: DJ Babu with a "sick juggle." I watched Scratch on Friday and I've been revisiting the turntablists of my youth.

Change . . . but with casualties

I've updated my template, so as you can see, things are a little different around here.

Now, in my haste to switch templates, I fear I've lost some of your blog URL's. If you're missing, let me know and I'll put you back on my blogroll.

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Disappointed that the Redbirds lost the Superbowl. Still, the last half was fabulous. What a heartbreaking way to lose and what heroics by Holmes. Couldn't believe he kept both feet in bounds.

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Springsteen was okay. Prince from Superbowl 41 was WAY better.

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Current Spin:

Blind Pilot. "Go On Say It."

Sunday, February 01, 2009

More of You, Long Poem

Long Poem in progress--here's the first two section with a teaser 3rd section. I posted the first section earlier. I just wrote section two . . . like 10 minutes ago . . . and I've started on section three.

As always, this poem in its current state, will live here for a day before it goes poof.




Poof!

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Yes, they're both 14 lines long. No, that wasn't intentional . . . but now it may be.

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Stuck in my head:


Emily Jane White. "Liza."