Friday, March 31, 2006

Where I'm At

So Meredith and I are looking at houses on Saturday. I'm excited and terrified. We met with a realtor and a mortgage broker yestreday. We had so many numbers thrown at us. Meredith, at one point, nudged me under the table because my eyes were glazing over. . .

1st Mortgage? 2nd Mortgage? Escrow? Huh?

In other news, the new quarter started at Western Washington and I'm very very excited. It's also almost April which means it's almost summer. Yay summer!

Monday, March 13, 2006

AWP Afterglow

I'm so tired. I think the heat contributed to my fatigue but there was also such a rush of good feeling during those four days in Austin.

Anyway, if I didn't get a chance to say goodbye (or hello) for that matter, "Goodbye and Hello." I can't believe how many five-minute conversations I had. I wish the week had been longer but I also know that if it were any longer I'd be deathly ill.

In the end, I had a great time, had some fantastic food, spent moments with old friends, and drank in some wonderful poetry. See you all in Atlanta.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Restraint

I want to buy books at AWP but I need to put a collar on my wallet. It's so hard to show restraint, too. You walk up and down the bookfaire aisles and sitting at the tables are poets showing their wares.

I remember one year at AWP, I actually packed a separate bag in order to carry all the new AWP books I figured I'd be bringing home. Sure enough, the bag got filled.

The worst/best day is when all the journals are reducing their rates or giving away their copies so that they don't have to travel with the weight. It's REALLY hard to restrain myself on those days.

So, I've got to come up with a list of "MUST HAVES" before going. Got your eyes on something you'd like to share?

R142H. Kundiman: Love Songs of Asian American Poets

(Marilyn Chin, Patrick Rosal, Purvi Shah, Mary Chi-Whi Kim, Marlon Esguerra, Sarah Gambito, and Oliver de la Paz)

Kundiman is a nonprofit literary organization dedicated to serving Asian American poets. At the heart of our offerings is the national emerging Asian-American poets' writing and mentorship retreat at the University of Virginia. Retreat participants--faculty, students, and other Kundiman affiliates for a reading to celebrate the organization and reach a broader audience. The event will serve as our national debut.

Monday, February 27, 2006

HURRY!!!

Kundiman Asian American Poetry Retreat
June 21 – 25, 2006
Deadline: Postmark March 1, 2006

In order to help mentor the next generation of Asian-American poets,
Kundiman is sponsoring an annual Poetry Retreat at The University of
Virginia. During the Retreat, nationally renowned Asian American poets
will conduct workshops and provide one-on-one mentorship sessions with
participants. Readings and informal social gatherings will also be
scheduled. Through this Retreat, Kundiman hopes to provide a safe and
instructive environment that identifies and addresses the unique
challenges faced by emerging Asian American poets. This 5-day Retreat
will take place from Wednesday to Sunday. Workshops will be conducted from
Thursday to Saturday. Workshops will not exceed six students.

Faculty

Arthur Sze is a second-generation Chinese American. Educated at the
University of California, Berkeley, Sze is the author of five volumes
of poetry, including most recently The Redshifting Web: Poems 1970-1998
(Copper Canyon Press, 1998), a finalist for the 1999 Lenore Marshall
Poetry Prize. His poems have also appeared in numerous magazines,
including American Poetry Review, The Paris Review, Mother Jones,
Conjunctions, and The Bloomsbury Review. Translations of Sze’s work
have been published in Italy and China. The recipient of a Lannan Literary
Award for Poetry, three Witter Bynner Foundation Poetry Fellowships,
and two Creative Writing Fellowships from the National Endowment for the
Arts, Sze currently directs the Creative Writing Program at the Institute for
American Indian Art in Santa Fe, New Mexico, where he has taught for
more than a decade.

Kazim Ali is the author of The Far Mosque (Alice James Books). His
poems and essays have appeared in such journals as The Iowa Review, Colorado
Review, Hayden’s Ferry Review and Catamaran, and in the anthologies
Writing the Lines of Our Hands and Risen From the East. A graduate of
the Creative Writing Program at New York University, he is the author of a
novel, Quinn’s Passage. He is the publisher of Nightboat Books and
assistant professor of English at Shippensburg University.

Jennifer Chang holds degrees from the University of Chicago and the
University of Virginia. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in
Barrow Street, Gulf Coast, New England Review, Pleiades, Virginia
Quarterly Review, Asian American Poetry: The Next Generation, Best New
Poets 2005, and other publications. The title poem of her manuscript
The History of Anonymity received the 2004 Campbell Corner Poetry prize.
She is the 2005 Van Lier Fellow in Poetry at the Asian American Writers’
Workshop and was awarded the Louis Untermeyer scholarship to the 2005
Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference. She teaches in the creative writing
program at Rutgers University.

Jon Pineda is the author of Birthmark (Southern Illinois University
Press, 2004), winner of the Crab Orchard Award Series in Poetry Open
Competition. A recipient of a Virginia Commission for the Arts Individual Artist
Fellowship, he is a graduate of James Madison University and of the MFA
program in creative writing at Virginia Commonwealth University, where
he received an AWP Intro Award for Poetry. His recent work has appeared in
Prairie Schooner, Sou’wester and various anthologies.

Fees & Financial Aid

Requests for financial aid should be made after acceptance to the
retreat. As Kundiman is a new non-profit, there is a very limited amount of
financial aid available. Awards will be given on a need-based basis.
Average award amount is $100. To keep the cost of the retreat low for
all participants, fees are not charged for workshops or programming. Room
and Board for the retreat is $300.

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 1, 2006

Thursday, February 23, 2006

So . . .

Who's going to AWP? My department money came through. I'll see you there!

Tax Time is upon us again!

Remember, writers, there are a number of things you can declare as tax write-offs.

1. Paper
2. Books . . . and the shelves you recently purchased to hold those books.
3. Computer materials
4. Writing utensils
5. All travel for readings . . .
6. Postage
7. Photocopying expenses
8. Research materials

Anyway, you get the idea. Meredith sat down with our accountant yesterday and got us a modest refund. Happy number crunching, folks!

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Snow Day, Valentines Day

I was surprised when I saw the ground covered in snow after fifty-some days of rain. I'm more surprised by my reaction . . . I was happy for the snow.

Anyway, I was thinking of bad gifts you could get your beloved (Don't worry, Meredith. I didn't get any of these things for you). These are in no particular order:


Vacuum
Cocktail Peanuts
A can of compressed air (for cleaning your computer keyboards)
Hair removal products
Anything having to do with cleaning--sponges, laundry soap, moist towelettes

Friday, February 03, 2006

Friday, Friday, Non-Sequitor

Just polished off a bizarre Thai-Chicken Noodle Salad. I have concerns.

Also, I'm noticing how disorganized my office books are, and it worries me. I can't have that. I'm usually quite organized, but the upheaval from the East Coast to the West Coast has challenged my organization skills. Outside of that . . . interesting things to talk about:

1) I'm going to AWP.

2) I should be getting money from my department.

3) I need to iron.

The later bit concerns me the most. As you can see, I'm full of concern these days. I'm concerned about the weather. I'm concerned about what to cook for dinner tonight. I'm concerned about the state of the world. I'm concerned about my students. I'm concerned about my social life (or lack of a social life). I'm concerned about my ironing. Meredith tells me that the slightly crinkled look is in and I have my doubts.

We have lots of chocolate in our house as well as a lot of bizarre German cookies.

My dad got me a massive hunting knife for my birthday (which isn't for another few weeks). His enclosed letter had lots of American flags on it.

I'm concerned about my family.

Big News

Dear friend and Kundiman co-guru, Joseph O. Legaspi's book, IMAGO, has been accepted for publication!


Huzzah!

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

And now you're cooking . . .

Blissfully productive day today. I think the first full day of sunshine in weeks helped my energy levels. I woke up at 6AM and then started on some household cleaning. The guys from Macy's came with a new dresser and I had moved furniture around the house to accommodate the new piece. Then I had to move all the furniture back. I did the laundry, washed the dishes, vacuumed (the furniture guys had very dirty shoes), took care of the dog (Jake's sick), and then settled in to some grading. I even had time to take Jake to the park and go to the gym for two hours.

Currently, I'm battling a new batch of student poems. They don't title their stuff and it bugs me for some reason.

Friday, January 20, 2006

The flowers on my desk are fake.

Yes. Fake. They're actually Meredith's flowers from our shared office in Utica. The fourth person this year walked by my office and admired my flowers. I always feel compelled to tell people they're not real. I just feel like I need to establish that contract between the viewer and the thing they're viewing. They're always shocked and inevitably, they wind up saying, "Well, they're beautiful anyway."

When I was twelve years old, the Malheur County Fair rolled through Ontario, right around early August. Naturally it was the thing to go see in a town with one bowling alley, a roller skating rink, a decaying mall, and one McDonalds franchise on the outskirts. Among all the midway games like the coin toss and the ring-on-the-bottle, was the freak tent. Really, no joking. The freak tent. Anyway, it was a quarter admission to get into the freak tent and for the day, the "Freak of the Week" was the snake girl. So my friends and I ponied up the quarters we would otherwise have spent on playing space invaders and entered the tent.

At the center of the tent was a raised, square platform. At each of the sides of the plantform were small wooden stairs. Solid wooden doors nailed together and on their sides rose up from the center of the platform, concealing the view of those who were in line, waiting to see the snake girl. The carnie in charge of the tent was quite aggressive about having only four people surrounding the stage. He smelled like a campfire and one of his boots had a hole at the ankle. He was losing his hair and part of what remained, he brushed over to the side in a slender, greasy comma.

When it was my turn to see the snake girl, I walked up the stairs and peered over the edge of the upright doors. At the center of the arena was sawdust. . . plenty of sawdust pilled up into a mound at the center. From the center of the mound, coiled the green body of a snake, maybe a boa constricter. However, from the center of that mound of sawdust, you could see the blinking eyes, hair, and forehead of a 20ish woman. The disturbing part of this was that her mouth was concealed by both the sawdust and the coil of the snake body. Even more disturbing was the knowledge that I had blown my quarter on a hoax.

So if you're walking by my office and you happen to see the flowers on my desk, before you begin to speak . . . let me tell you, they're fake.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

A Break From the Rain

Yesterday was sunny.

Here's the weather symbol I'm looking at for the rest of the week:



Friday, January 13, 2006

Alive and Well

For those of you who are concerned about my well-being, I'm alive. It's just very wet out here (it's been raining for 26 straight days), and I've been thinking a lot about my commute as well as a new quarter of classes.

If you're curious, I'm teaching another introduction to poetry class as well as an advanced seminar on poetry for undergrads. So I've been very busy on a MWF teaching schedule and when I'm home, I do a lot of school prep and a heck of a lot of vegetating and a lot of dog-running (sloshing?).

I've got some tenure-track paper work I need to be getting on shortly, and I've got some grant applications I'm preparing. Meanwhile I'm still sending poems out, so I've not entirely fallen off the face of the poetry planet.

I'm currently reading a book called Guns, Germs, and Steel: The Fates of Human Societies , by Jared Diamond, and it's absolutely fascinating.

For poetry and for the classes I'm teaching, I'm reading Leadbelly, by Tyehimba Jess, Here, Bullet, by Brian Turner, Lampblack & Ash by Simone Muench, Eat Quite Everything You See by Leslie Adrienne Miller, Voluntary Servitude by Mark Wunderlich, and Quipo by Arthur Sze.

So my plate is full. If you don't hear much from me, don't take it personally. I'm here and I'm still checking out your blogs and all that you do because I care. :D

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Car Windows and Reverie

My car's windshield got dinged by a pebble some time ago. It started as a small crack on the passenger side. Daily, I think, it's grown a millimeter or two since the incident. Today it had a growth spurt--I think the cold outside air and the warm inside defrosting air pushed the windshield to the brink. Now the car has a crack across the entire width of the windshield. It was somewhat embarassing to be driving around Bellingham with a shoddy-looking car. And the sad thing is, it's fairly new! Luckily my insurance is taking care of some of it. But the gradual growth of the crack gave me something to obsess over.

Somehow, this all made me think of poetry. I really have no explanation as to how my mind works these days. My writing's been really episodic of late. I'll write a bit, then move on. Write a bit, move on, etc.. I do believe that it's been hard for me to buckle down with my writing because of this commuter lifestyle I'm leading at the moment. Here's the thing . . . I tend to think of myself as a "project" writer. When I have a project in mind, I hang on to that project. Some may call that writing from obsession. . . I suppose I do obsess.

But when I'm commuting every other day through traffic, much of my non-travel days are spent thinking of travel, gearing up for travel, preparing my classes which I travel to . . . Additionally, it's not easy traffic (though Meredith's got it worse). There are lots of nutso drivers traveling the strip of I-5 we negotiate. On top of that, the weather's far from ideal for driving in the dark. And yes, it's dark when I leave my house and it's dark when I get home.

Needless to say, I haven't found a place of reverie that I enjoyed the years when I was living closer to my place of employment. My preoccupations have been consumed by gas prices, 60 mile drives, the cars around me.

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In other news, I have been writing, though not as spontaneously as I once have. It'll come. It'll expand. It'll crack.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Halloween's Coming!





I was trying to remember the last time I ever went "Trick-or-Treating." I think it was sometime around seventh or eighth grade. I can't recall what costume I wore for that last spin around the neighborhoods. It was probably something cheap, homemade, definitely not one of those glossy, plastic, store-bought costumes. I do remember that I didn't go as far into the neighborhoods as I had in my younger days. The whole idea of wandering in the sharp evening air left me with many doubts about the efficacy of "Trick-or-Treating" as a means of achieving a sick candy buzz.

I suspect I stopped dressing up for Halloween because I was tired of pretending. It all probably had a lot to do with going through puberty . . . I was in a hurry to be somebody, but I wasn't sure who that somebody was just yet.

Anyway, kids will be swarming the streets this Monday. We live in the suburbs, flanked by homes with children. Meredith's filling our candy cache. I did a little decorating around the house, stuffing a garbage bag witch with newspaper. The witch is a cheap 99 cent decoration, but she has her charms. There are also rubber bats, plastic spider webs, and jack-o-lanterns set here and there. Meredith has also bought me a costume. . . It's a felt Devil's mask. I suppose I'll carry my Halloween demons with me when I answer the door to the tune of sappy Halloween sounds (a disc Meredith also bought). Mere, of course, has a Frankenstein felt mask. The dog shall remain unmasked, though we do have a pink wig he likes to wear. He's pretty certain he's a dog. He likes being a dog.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Back in the swing of things; talking about the weather.

October is always one of my favorite months. In New York, the early part of October is when all the foliage starts to really turn colors. Here in Washington, some of that is happening too. Folks are no longer wearing shorts (I hate wearing shorts, by the way), and the scarves, hats, and winter gear are getting taken out of their boxes and placed in the high-use drawers. Personally, I always enjoyed dressing for Fall. The mornings are crisp and cold, but in the afternoons it might be warm enough to wear a light jacket.

Also, school seems to be running full tilt. I know now I don't feel as wound-up about prepping for classes. A routine has settled in and that always seems good for both my teaching and my writing.

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Dipping Back In

. . . to the Prose Poem all because of a graduate course I'm teaching this quarter. You know it's psychologically difficult to switch from "lineated verse" to "non-lineated verse." Quotes are up because the class is in the midst of grappling with the issues of genre.

If you're curious, here's the reading list:

Models of the Universe. Ed. Stuart Friebert and David Young. Oberlin: Oberlin College Press. 1995.
Edson, Russell. The Tunnel: Selected Poems. Oberlin: Oberlin College Press. 1994.
Volkman, Karen. Spar. Iowa City: University of Iowa Press. 2002.
Simic, Charles. The World Doesn't End. San Diego: Harcourt Brace. 1989.
Tost, Tony. Invisible Bride. Baton Rouge: Louisiana State University Press. 2004.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

You'll want to strap on those dancing shoes for . . .

TAKES 3 To TANGO: A Dance Party Extravaganza!!!!


The even is co-sponsored by Cave Canem and Bloom Magazine.

TAKES 3 TO TANGO: A DanceParty Extravaganza


Ever want to dance true tango style? Rose in your teeth? Love in the air? Well, cariño, your time has arrived. Takes 3 to Tango features tango lessons, free flowing wine, glittering poetry and dancing to your favorite hip hop and funk beats! Come on out and shake your groove-thing for a fabulous cause. All proceeds will benefit programs for LGBT, African American, and Asian American writers. A portion of the proceeds will also be donated to The Red Cross Katrina Disaster Relief Fund.

• Free Tango Lessons from 8:30 – 9pm
• Open Wine Bar from 9 – 10pm
• Free Gold Roses given out (for dancin’ and romancin’ of course!)

Your Illustrious Host Committee:

Minnie Bruce Pratt, Mark Doty, Regie Cabico, Father Francis Gargani, Bishop Alfred Johnson, Walter Mosley, Vijay Seshadri, Patricia Smith & John Yau

The 411:

Saturday, September 24, 2005
The LGBT Community Center
208 West 13th Street (between 7th and 8th Avenues)
8:00 p.m – Midnite

$20 Advance Tickets