Monday, August 31, 2009
Big News Monday
Here's the link: Akron Poetry Prize
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Thanks to all of you for putting up with my poem-a-day marathons in August. 3/4ths of the poems in the manuscript have arisen from this exercise.
August Poem-A-Day: Day 31
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Thank you and goodnight!
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All told, I cheated once. By cheating I mean I posted a revision instead of a new product on one day. Otherwise, all the work I posted was written that same day.
I think I got some good parts of a manuscript or two in there. Nothing new, conceptually for me, just pieces that could work as transitions for manuscript projects I have here and there.
Part way through, it got a little hard to keep writing because of THE BIG NEWS that I was doing a poor job of keeping to myself.
Okay, so that's it for this round of poem-a-days. Thanks all for reading.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
August Poem-A-Day: Day 28
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Yoink!
Submit or Rue: Kundiman Book Prize
We hope to continue this cooperative venture for some time. If you know any Asian American poets, please encourage them to submit their manuscripts.
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Mega Millions lottery jackpot=$333 million dollars.
What would YOU do with $333 million dollars? Me . . . I'd set up an endowment for a few literary journals and presses. I'd definitely assist in the endowment of Kundiman.
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Current Spin:
Mt. St. Helens Vietnam Band.
Burnout
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Watched Inglourious Basterds today with my dad. I'm glad Meredith didn't go because I don't think she'd be into the revenge fantasy part of it, or the heavy violence. As ever, this Tarantino film is about film much more than it is about killing Nazis--though this happens and with great frequency. Mind you, I enjoyed myself immensely because I knew it was going to be a "cartoon," but it's not for everyone.
I'm going to try to watch District 9 sometime. Dunno when. Don't tell me anything.
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You know how I said there was going to be a big announcement here on Friday? I lied. It'll be on Monday.
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Current Spin:
Camera Obscura. I can't believe I heard this in an IGA Grocery Store.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Me, Reading Here
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Last day at the Camano Island Residency for this week. I'll be back one more time. I'm finding that I can only really sustain short spurts without absolutely going loopy and wanting to scrub floors or something (I am, in fact, currently doing laundry). I'm wired like my mother. I have to be constantly moving--constantly busy. Even when I'm writing poems, as I've said previously, I need to be doing something else while writing poems. That's why I listen to music when I write.
Can you imagine me at a meditative retreat? I'd drive everyone mad.
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I'll be looking at a friend's manuscript today as my "book." I've read two books so far. Vijay Sesshadri's THE LONG MEADOW and Sean Singer's DISCOGRAPHY. I'll be reading V. Penelope Pelizzon's NOSTOS before I leave here and then my friend's "book". I've read individual poems from each collection before, but this really was the first time I've sat down and actually read their books from cover to cover. It's interesting to see how each of them have shaped their manuscripts. Vijay has a very long memoir in the middle of THE LONG MEADOW which is interesting, but for me sort of cut the momentum of the book. I loved the poems in the first half of the book, but after the memoir my attention sort of waned. It may be because I picked it up late in the afternoon. I was also surprised by how formal the book was. Lots of perfect rhyming couplets and staggered rhymes throughout the book.
Where Vijay's book was very formal, Sean's book was improvisational. Throughout he's got these wonderful dramatic monologues which remind me of my former teacher Norman Dubie. Lyrically, though, Sean's range seems much more jazzy. Don't get me wrong, Norman's musical, but it's a different kind of music--bluegrass vs. jazz. You know there's a tonal difference just by the simple presence of a banjo. Anyway, Sean has these "Singer" poems scattered here and there throughout the book which serve as an anchor for the structure of the book. I think they're necessary because the disparate monologue voices he has throughout the book could overwhelm a structure, I think.
I don't know much about V. Penelope Pelizzon apart from hearing her read (VERY well) on The Fishouse. And I'm not sure she reads much from NOSTOS on that site. What I do know is that I've had the book on my shelf for some time and had been meaning to get to it but parenting happened.
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Papatya sent me a handful of short stories to read and I'm afraid I've only read one, but what a one it was! I thoroughly enjoyed Anthony Doerr's story "The Shell Collector". And I'm talking about the individual story, not the book. Now I'm going to have to track down that book. He's very list-y, which is right up my alley.
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Okay, I'm through with being literary--time to goof around a bit. I posted this video on FB because I like it so much, so I'll post it for you here. Current spin:
Donora. "I Think I Like You." The hula-hoopster is Lauren. She's not part of the band.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Quick, what's your reaction when you see . . .
Camera 1.doc
Camera 2.doc
Camera 3.doc
Camera 4.doc
Camera 5.doc
Camera 6.doc
Camera 7.doc
Camera 8.doc
Dear Empire [these are your beasts].doc
Dear Empire [these are your canyons].doc
Dear Empire [these are your dead].doc
Dear Empire [these are your evenings].doc
Dear Empire [these are your followers].doc
Dear Empire [these are your goods].doc
Dear Empire [these are your holy places].doc
Dear Empire [these are your meadows].doc
Dear Empire [these are your monuments].doc
Dear Empire [these are your nights].doc
Dear Empire [these are your orders].doc
Dear Empire [these are your pastures].doc
Dear Empire [these are your plains].doc
Dear Empire [these are your processions].doc
Dear Empire [these are your questions].doc
Dear Empire [these are your ramparts].doc
Dear Empire [these are your skies].doc
Dear Empire [these are your structures].doc
Dear Empire [these are your subjects].doc
Dear Empire [these are your volcanoes].doc
Dear Empire [these are your winters].doc
Dear Empire [this is your aftermath].doc
Dear Empire [this is your art].doc
Dear Empire [this is your breeze].doc
Dear Empire [this is your city].doc
Dear Empire [this is your contrition].doc
Dear Empire [this is your photo in the absence of flowers].doc
Dear Empire [this is your product].doc
Dear Empire [this is your purview].doc
Dear Empire [this is your rival].doc
Dear Empire [this is your subject].doc
Dear Empire [this is your tremor].doc
Dear Empire [this is your window].doc
Dear Empire [these are your phantoms].doc
Dear Empire [this is your tomb].doc
Dear Empire [this is your photo].doc
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I've been organizing a computer file-folder filled with these epistolary poems, plus a few newer things that I've been writing. The number of poems in the folder is 44. Each poem is one page, so that's 44 pages of poems. Too short, I know, but it's a draft of something. I also have in mind distributing the "Nocturne" poems I've been writing throughout this draft collection to see what they look like.
And those poems are here:
Nocturne on Good Friday.doc
Nocturne in Red and Blue.doc
Nocturne with a General at His Study.doc
Nocturne with a Glass of Water.doc
Nocturne with an Errant Horse.doc
Nocturne with a Dictator.doc
The "Camera" poems will more than likely be scattered throughout, and will not remain at the front of the manuscript.
Anyway, that's what I've been doing all morning.
Tired Eyes
Me and the boy at the NW WA Fair.
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I too have tired eyes. I've been reading all morning. Good stuff, but like I said, my eyes are tired.
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I think in the next few hours I'll try to put down some pages and try to organize a new manuscript. It's a very different manuscript--allegorical, dystopian. Not a happy feel-good manuscript, but something I've been working on for the past two years, off and on.
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I need to look up some art. Something with orchards or apples.
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Current Spin:
The Gossip.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
In-Laws and the Waning Summer
All of us went to the Northwest Washington Fair which was quite fun, although much of our experience was going through all the animal stables and seeing the various critters. (If you follow me on Facebook, you know I am now obsessed with Pygmy Goats. I want 'em. I want 'em to clear my six acres of brush.
Anyway, L thoroughly enjoyed himself at the fair and that's really all that matters.
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I've been working on two newish manuscripts. I just need time to spread pages across a big table and see what I've got. I'm pretty sure one's almost done and another is about half way there, but I don't have the space to spread out the pages and walk around to see how the connections are made. When the baby's around, anything on the ground is liable to end up trampled, slobbered-on, or eaten.
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Mere's dad heads back out tomorrow, but her mom's staying for a longer spell. We'll all head down for lunch at the Camano Island Residency house and then they'll leave me there for two nights while I work on poems. I'm feeling moderately guilty about leaving them, but I also feel guilty for not utilizing this gift of a house. Such is the life of a papa poet, I suppose.
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Current spin:
The Do. "On My Shoulders."
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Je m'excuse!
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I am sorry, but I cannot divulge the secret.
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I am sorry that I ate the plums.
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Franz Ferdinand. "Sorry for the Angel." Serge Gainsbourg revisited.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
August Poem-A-Day: Day 18
The doors of the bear paddock are ajar. Having no bears to house, a door is merely part of the landscape. Therefore the landscape is wide, beyond the margins of the frame. The frame, also, is landscape and therefore no longer banal. Once, there were bears here. They were omnivorous and ate the hard ends of the lettuce thrown into their pen as well as salmon steaks. Once there were spectators on the other side of the lens. They were all beautiful and dull. Banal, despite the frame. The zoo is just a placement of doors without animals. A zoo is a frame with no subject which has the potential to be beautiful.
Oh, the things I have to tell you.
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A little past the mid-point of the poem-a-day exercise with one slight hiccup yesterday. I'm in between projects right now, so I feel a little torn about which "voice" I'm more interested in at the moment. Then again, I think for now it's just good to write because lord knows once the academic year starts up again I won't be writing much.
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Overheard from my mother while talking to my son: "What is that? That's a skank. Skank." she says pointing to a cartoon skunk.
So my son will be calling stinky people skanks from now on.
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Very happy today. :D
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Current Spin:
Chad Vangaalen.
Monday, August 17, 2009
August Poem-a-Day: Day 17
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Yoink!
Back from Vancouver
Basically it was a trip to Stanley Park and all the various establishments around the park--the aquarium, the petting zoo, the sea wall, etc..
I'm definitely getting a Nexus pass because the border wait time coming back sucked.
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The aquarium was L's favorite.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Oh CANADA!
On the to do list:
1) The Aquarium
2) The Zoo
3) Chinatown
4) Granville Island
What's missing? Any suggestions?
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Current Spin:
The Blow.
August Poem-A-Day: Day 14
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Yoink!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
August Poem-A-Day: Day 12
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Working on a new poetic sequence. There will be more camera poems. Bear with me as I fight this demon.
Where I sleep
I didn't make the bed, so I didn't come all the way into the room for a picture. Sorry.
Residency Kitchen & Living Room
It's a mess because I have books, a toner cartridge, and other things here and there, but it's very sunny and pleasant.
My Island Residency
Here's where I've been since Monday. I can only stay for a few days this week. I will be coming back, though. Once Meredith's done with summer classes it'll be much easier to coordinate our schedules, what with the baby and all.
Either way, I've managed to read four books of poetry, write five poems (going to try for more this morning), and I plan on putting together a rough first draft of a new prose poem manuscript. It's been a productive two days. That's what happens when you're working with the proverbial gun to your head.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
August Poem-A-Day: Day 11
Empire" poems I had written in April. I felt I had needed something
to "narrate" the epistolary poems, so here's more of an attempt at
narrating what looks to be a manuscript sequence.
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Yoink!
So, What Are You Up To, Blog?
I'm realizing why I have this blog after having spent the morning looking at a sampling of my poetry. This blog is my break from my poetry. I come here to be distracted because when you write so long about conflict, you want to come to a place of rest. That's more or less why I have musical links towards the bottom right of my right-hand margin.
I'm finding, also, that my prevailing impulse is towards story and a story happens when opposing forces collide. This blog has no story. The main oppositional force to my blog is my not writing in my blog.
The initial impetus that triggered my keeping a blog in the first place is to keep in touch with friends. Thus, the blog is here to ensure me that I am not my poems, though I am also my poems.
The blog, so far, has not interfered with the construction of poems, but rather, has given me the necessary rest I need so I can work on my poems.
The blog is episodic. There is no narrative to the blog.
The blog has a narrative which is the narrative towards disjuncture--to celebrate in that disjuncture.
There are photos of dogs in my blog. There are complaints.
The blog is to show me that I am still me, despite what occurs in lineation.
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I'm here at the residency house for one more day, and then I head back home to help Meredith host company from France. I do have access to the house until mid-September, and I intend to utilize the house, which is very quiet and very very lovely. I promise, pictures soon. For now, though, I have to keep my head down at my writing desk.
I'll post my poem-a-day poem tonight.
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Current Spin:
The Eulogies: "Two Can Play"
Monday, August 10, 2009
From a house overlooking the bay
August Poem-A-Day: Day 9
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This sucker kicked and bucked. It didn't want to be pinned down. Suffice it to say, I went a wee over the 1-hour time limit.
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Paella Esmeralda
Since many of you on Facebook were asking, here's the recipe as well as directions. I have a grill and a pretty wide paella dish, so I heat this dish up on my outdoor grill.
Ingredients:
4 cups vegetable broth
1 chopped green pepper
1 chopped yellow pepper
8 cloves garlic, chopped
1 large onion, chopped
5 cups chopped spinach
1 tbsp ground cumin
1 tsp turmeric
2 cups rice
1 cup chopped mushrooms
1 cup pimento stuffed green olives, chopped
1 tbsp chopped parsley
1 tbsp chopped basil
pinch of saffron
6 tbsp olive oil
4 tbsp pine nuts
In a separate skillet, simmer the vegetable broth, cumin, turmeric, parsley, and basil and set aside for later.
In a paella pan, add the olive oil and the pine nuts and lightly roast the pine nuts. Then add the garlic, the onions, and the chopped peppers to the paella pan until the vegetables are transparent. After a few minutes, add the chopped spinach and the chopped olives and heat until the spinach is wilted.
After the spinach is wilted, add the vegetable broth mixture along with the mushrooms and the rice to the paella dish. Cook until the rice is soft.
Top the dish with grated manchego cheese and a little dash of paprika for color.
Saturday, August 08, 2009
August Poem-A-Day: Day 8
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This was a "punching-the-clock" poem. I'll try to do better tomorrow. It is Saturday, after all.
Lesser Remembered Songs from John Hughes Film Soundtracks
But there were other songs on his soundtracks. Here are some of my favorite lesser known tracks:
Sigue Sigue Sputnik. "Love Missle F1-11" from Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
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Charlie Sexton "Beat So Lonely." Some Kind of Wonderful.
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Flesh for Lulu. "I Go Crazy." Some Kind of Wonderful
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Kate Bush. "This Woman's Work." From She's Having a Baby
Now, I know this is a pretty well known song and Maxwell is enjoying success covering Kate Bush, but did you know the song was in a John Hughes film? Easy enough to forget.
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OMD. "Tesla Girls." From Weird Science.
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RIP John Hughes.
Friday, August 07, 2009
Persevere
Baby woke up at 6:30 AM and I took care of him until 2:30PM while Meredith worked. After she got back, I mowed the lawn which took 2 hours (we've got a big lawn). Then I cooked, fed the baby, gave the baby a bath.
As I mentioned in my status update for Twitter/Facebook, while Meredith was reading him bedtime stories, I was the one falling asleep.
So, yeah, I had to push myself to stick with the program today. The poem, however, wrote itself after I figured out the first few lines.
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I've got a big stack of poetry books on my desk. Ready, set, go.
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I think we're haunted. In the living room, one of L's toys--a puzzle that emits specific car noises when you place the correct pieces into the slots--keeps going off.
I watch too much cable. Clearly.
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Telekinesis. I! I! I! went to Tokyo! Drumming! Singing! Wee!
Thursday, August 06, 2009
August Poem-A-Day: Day 6
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I was reading National Geographic at the gym and came upon an article about the mummies of Sicily. Here's an image of
Rosalia Lombardo, the mummy that's the topic of the poem. Salafia was her embalmer.
Hotcakes
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Speaking of hotcakes, I want some.
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Gray day. As opposed to a grey day, which is the British spelling. I remember a particular grad school mentor used to berate people for using the British spelling in their poems. I have to admit, "grey" is sexier than "gray."
I've never had an experience with a journal editor who preferred either spelling. Have you?
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Five more days till the Camano Island house.
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Current Spin:
The Russian Futurists. The world is not ready for this band yet.
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Wednesday, August 05, 2009
Summer Wane
This all leads me to say that the poem-a-day venture couldn't be possible without the sacrifices of Meredith. She definitely deserves a shout-out here.
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Next week I'm going to check out my Camano Island residency house as part of my winning the GAP grant.
I'm fortunate to have two or three projects in hand, and I hope to use the time wisely up there. I've never gone away to write before (never been to a colony or a retreat other than Kundiman--and I work at Kundiman), so I'm worried that I might go a little stir-crazy. But I figure as long as I work at least three hours a day I should get a lot out of the experience.
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What books should I bring with me?
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I've been following the story of the two journalists who were imprisoned in N. Korea very closely. When I had cable TV, I watched a lot of the profiles on Current TV, the television station that Al Gore partially funds. In fact, the other day at my parents house, I had watched an investigative journalism piece by Laura Ling on the Narco War in Mexico. It's my understanding that she and Euna Lee were doing a piece on the trafficking of women across the N. Korea/China border. Gutsy journalists, both of them.
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In many ways, Laura Ling and Euna Lee's story reminds me of Melissa's story.
I've been getting heckled via e-mail from anonymous posters for supporting Melissa because 1) I know her and respect her as an artist and a person and 2) I am in awe of her beliefs and her willingness to fight for those beliefs.
Dear Anonymous, get lost.
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Current Spin:
August Poem-A-Day: Day 4
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As I mentioned earlier, I had an hour time-limit. I definitely went over the time-limit for this poem, though not excessively so. I was chasing an ending and I'm pretty sure I still haven't gotten it.
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Monday, August 03, 2009
Saturday, August 01, 2009
August Poem-A-Day: Day 1
My writing group's given us a 1-hour time limit to compose. I admit I went only slightly over for this particular poem.
I'm working on a new series here for a very different project--it's an allegorical manuscript. Tonally, very dark. Here's a taste:
YOINK!
Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Submit or Rue: Knockout
Monday, July 27, 2009
Post-Baptism Smiles
This past weekend my aunt and uncle came up from Long Beach, CA, to be the godparents of L.
It was really unbearably hot in the church. On top of that, L. didn't want to stay still, thus generating more heat.
The service was a very long hour and fifteen minutes in the heat with a squirmy baby.
Life was hectic for the past 48 hours, but now we're all smiles.
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It's been a muggy 80ish degrees around here. Very uncomfortable working conditions.
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The reason why I'm concerned about the working conditions is that I feel like I'm on the verge of a productive burst. I'm getting ready . . .
I'm not sure how, exactly, I'll be productive, but I feel like I've been playing the waiting game and now I'm getting restless. It's a weird way to work, I know, but that's just my deal. I've tried to retrain my brain, but I wind up resenting the writing desk. So I've fallen into this rhythm which, so far, has kept me writing.
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Current spin:
A.A. Bondy.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Negotiations
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So things have been busy around here. Guests are coming for this momentous occasion. My aunt from Long Beach, CA, will be getting a vacation from her eroding state to visit a northerly eroding state.
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Sorry, cynical and snide today. I'm actually moodier in person. Ask Meredith. She knows.
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I'm going to send bits of my chapbook off to journals later this week. As I was prepping my submissions log for the oncoming Fall rush, I noticed something--a little less than half of the poems that were taken in 2007 to 2009 were taken by online journals. The bulk of my acceptances are with the more traditional print journals, but more and more of my stuff can be found online these days. Just a little something that caught my attention.
My bosses at WWU don't care, either way (or at least that's what they say).
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The reason why it could be a concern is that I go up for tenure this year. I don't foresee any major difficulty . . . I just have to keep doing what I'm doing.
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Current spin:
Julie Peel. More Summery music.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Props to WWU Creative Writing Students
Robyn Bateman - December 1992 from Christian Saxton on Vimeo.
A video written and directed by WWU Creative Writing Students. Wow.
Slightly Overcast, Chance of Reading
The writerly-type weather has returned to the Pacific Northwest . . . at least my part of the Pacific Northwest.
I've got a list of things to do a mile long and still I manage to procrastinate. I suppose it's par for the summer course.
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In other news, I've had some recent journal publication successes. So all's not lost.
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With July ending, a part of me feels my summer break's just melting away. But then almost in the same moment, I remember I teach on the quarter system, so I've got until the end of September.
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I am trying to teach myself how to play the guitar and the ukulele . . . so there's that.
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Current Spin:
Zee Avi. Ukulele player and inspiration.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Shutting Up. Keeping My Head Down.
This, I believe, is the natural ebb and flow for a writer. I know I need to get sick of hearing myself complain about non-productivity. When you're in the presence of a nag, the initial effect of the nag is nullified (YMMV). I know, at least, when my folks nagged me as a teen, I didn't get anything that they had wanted done until after they stopped nagging me. So, I'm still giving myself the finger and doing my own thing--watching The Wire. Eating potato chips. Surfing the web. I do feel myself getting bored of my leisure.
Soon, I predict, I'll get off my ass and start to work on some new materials.
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So, what's on my plate--well, there's this matter of reading 32 books. Again, I put that number out there arbitrarily. I felt it was a goal that I could achieve during my summer break. Alas, I've not been reading as much as I have in the past for a number of reasons. Not all of the excuses are good excuses, so I'll spare you from hearing them.
I've also got three writing projects. I worked on one of them in June--my little chapbook. I'm going to work on converting that into a book-length collection. It needs an interruption, I feel. It's too much of one particular tone and there's not enough movement to keep a reader interested for anything longer than a chapbook.
There's also the poems I wrote to take a break from some of the newish fatherhood poems I had been writing. I've got about fifteen rhetorical poems (they're in couplets) that I think would be an interesting collection.
Finally I've got a project I started about five years ago that I've stopped, focusing on migrant Filipino workers in the middle part of last century (weird to say last century).
So you see, I could be really really busy right now, but I'm choosing not to be.
I feel like I'm biding my time before I head over to the Camano Island house.
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I am, however, discovering lots of good new music:
Rural Alberta Advantage. Seems like a lot of the stuff I like these days is from Canada. What does that say about me? Maybe it has something to do with my proximity to the US/Canada border . . .
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Focus! Focus!
I really shouldn't use my son as an excuse for my not writing or reading much this summer, but it's true. He's quite a big reason for my lack of productivity.
There is hope, though. August is just around the corner and I plan on writing a poem a day as I do every August with my usual online writing group.
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I've got a stack of beautiful books on my desk. Just received Jonathan Thirkield's The Waker's Corridor from The Academy. I've also got Myung Mi Kim's Penury and Michael S. Harper's Use Trouble. I've also got The Complete Stories by Flannery O'Connor.
Maybe being in their proximity will urge me to write.
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I am, however, currently commenting on a friend's manuscript, so I'm doing something poetry related.
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Manuscript 3 is out of my house.
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My house is hot.
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Current Spin:
We Were Promised Jetpacks.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Is getting guilty
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Now, I've been sucked into the internet vortex. Clearly I need to get off my ass and start creating art, but I've never been one of those artists who could sit for hours on end in front of a pad, typewriter, computer screen and grind. I'm not a grinder.
I like this one story I heard about Dylan Thomas the other day . . . Apparently after an all-night bender, he woke up the next morning and went to his writing shed, as per his ritual. He sat there for several hours writing nothing. Finally, he wrote "Oh!" as in the poetic "Oh!" Thus, fulfilling his writing obligations for that morning.
So . . . this blog is, in a way, fulfilling my "Oh!" quota.
Oh!
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It's too damn hot to sit still, though now there's a very pleasant breeze which is bringing along with it some very unpleasant pine pollen.
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My 160 GB iPod is almost full. How ya like me now, Best Buy jerk?.
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Speaking of audio, I've been recording MP3's of myself. Anyone know how to attach 'em to a blog? I'm assuming I need to go to a third party site like Youtube or something.
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Children next door . . . screaming.
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Current Spin:
Vetiver. I like how it's Karaoke-ready.
Recent Obsessions
1. The Wire
2. Wagons
3. Bears
4. Garageband
5. Lawnmowers
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Not much to say. It's the dog days of summer. I'm not feeling much motivation to do anything at all.
I did just polish up a chapbook which I'm going to chop up a wee bit. But after that, not much writing. I'm good with that. I did write a poem a day for a week in June. I'll pick it up once again in August.
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Saw the new Harry Potter movie. Definitely scary and not for the youngish like the other movies were. I do like the raging hormones part of the story. Great fun.
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What've you been up to?
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Current Spin:
The Starlight Mints.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Recovery
It does take a lot out of me traveling cross country . . . more so than it had in the past. And for this 6th annual retreat, I stayed up till 3AM for almost every night.
As you can see by the pictures below, much fun was had, as well as much writing. My enthusiasm for writing is recharged, but physically I need to recover.
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I've got a stack of books here staring at me, wondering if I'm going to fulfill my 32 book obligation for the summer. I'm wondering that myself.
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Ha . . . iTunes is currently playing
Talk about flashbacks. I remember I drove all the way to Salt Lake City Utah to see DM way back during the Violator tour. They were going to play in an outdoor stadium but a major storm caused all kinds of problems, so they had to postpone the concert and move it into the big indoor auditorium. But the funniest part about going to see DM was all the goth boys and girls with dripping black makeup and mud as they slid down the grassy/muddy banks trying to leave the outdoor stadium. Ha.
So my friends and I wound up staying one extra day to see DM. We drove home immediately after the concert (home was 6 hours away). We cranked the AC to keep us awake. I'll never do that again.
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The real current spin:
Lightning Dust.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Kundiman 2009
I'm writing to you from the fabulous Alderman Library.
The coffee machine is humming behind me and there's lots of writing going on.
I'm glad I'm here.
Travel was hell.
I woke up early Tuesday morning so that Meredith could take me to the airport. My flight was scheduled to depart at 7:30AM. Anyway, no hitches until the plane got on the runway, when it was discovered one of the engines wasn't working. So the took the plane back to the gate and had all of the passengers deplane. The pilot said that the delay could be anywhere from 2-3 hours. It was, of course, longer.
I wound up getting rebooked to a later afternoon flight. I originally would've gotten in to C-ville at 7PM, but instead got in at 11PM. At least I made it.
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Anyway, the Kundiman Retreat is in full swing. The fellows are, as I mentioned, writing. Workshops will kick off this afternoon and boy am I impressed by this group. Some of the folks have already published a couple of books.
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Current Spin:
Bowerbirds.
Monday, July 06, 2009
A Kiss Before I Go
This year's faculty includes Myung Mi Kim, Rick Barot, and Staceyann Chin.
Should be quite fantastic and quite hot.
I'm also bringing a small karaoke machine. . .
I'll try to blog on site with pictures, of course.
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Also, I'd be remiss if I didn't plug an upcoming reading of mine as well as a bunch of readings for the PAWA Arkipelago Reading Series. Check the info here:
pawainc.blogspot.com.
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Have to say that I love the layout of Cue. Makes me want to update my own website.
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So, how's the summer reading going? Slowly. I did just finish Joel Brouwer's Exactly What Happened.
Still trying to finish Almanac of the Dead. My mistake was to take this "project" on starting with a very dense and epic novel. So, I might put it down for now and keep on going through my stacks of poetry books and thinner novels.
Ultimately, what I'm finding is I'm distracted by parenting, The Wire, and deadlines.
Enough excuse making. On to the next book--I'm looking at Laura Walker's rimertown.
I'm intrigued by her atlas poems, and the delving into the memory of her small rural town.
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Current Spins (Songs that remind me of Summer):
Icicle Works, and
The Dream Academy, and
The Kinks.
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Stuff online
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For those of you who are interested in my recent radio bit, I've been told the show won't air in Bellingham until Friday and that the podcast will likely be available around the same time. If you're really curious, you can check back with the Chuckanut Radio Hour's Website.
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I've been a busy bee indeed. Parenting, reading, writing, building garages . . .
I'm only three weeks into my summer and already I feel it sleeping away from all these projects.
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I need to buckle down and finish reading stuff. Not enough hours in the day, people. What I wouldn't do for a 25th or 26th hour. To think of all the things I'd get done.
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Nothing beats a good cover. Try this:
And compare it to the original:






































