I have loved the Cure, from what I can remember, since I was 12. Classmate Dan Ginsberg, in a move of stunning influence, lent me the newly-released Wish during the spring of our 7th grade year, and I was instantly won over. That led to many years of happy listening, and there was a time… Continue reading yes yes yes
I'm stuck in a cold hotel in Philly for the day at a contract launch - acting as smiley HR person, answering questions and eating free food. Not a bad schtick, considering there isn't much actual work to be done. So overall, it's been a fairly productive poetry day: I submitted to two different journals… Continue reading snow days are for babies.
John Updike died today after a battle with lung cancer. He was 76. We are losing our legends.
(or at least in a very long time)me: oh - do you like to go camping?Tapan: i love it. i never did.me: wait. you love it? or you never went camping?Tapan: yaaame: um.Tapan: i saw em in tv's and stuffme: you probably can't love camping if you never did it.Tapan: i always wanted to. trust… Continue reading best. IM. conversation. ever.
So in the shuffle of going away, coming home and then getting sick, the news of a wondrous arrival was lost:My typewriter came!I've been thinking for awhile about how I wanted to try composing on a typewriter - something about the satisfying clack of keys, I think. I've heard other contemporary poets like to do… Continue reading vintage fun
This has been the week of "if it can go wrong, it will."Tuesday morning I woke up with a sore throat at 6 a.m. By 7:30, the time I generally leave for work, I was so dizzy and feverish that I knew driving a half hour wouldn't be an option. By 2 p.m., my fever… Continue reading
Elizabeth Alexander read her inaugural poem. She was only the 4th poet to be included in an inauguration ceremony. Not a half-bad representation of contemporary poetry (transcript via this website, not sure about line breaks):Praise song for the day.Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others’ eyes or not,… Continue reading inauguration: poem