March 2012
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Up too early after going to bed too late. I am only half ready to leave for New Jersey today. I still have to save all the junk from my junk car that’s been sitting at the mechanic’s for over two weeks now, get the paperwork that says I junked my last car from the scrap yard, cash my paychecks and immediately hand them to my sister for rent, brush my teeth, finish packing, etc.
On...
Jme tore me open with poems last night at Cantab. He apologized to me while we snuck a cigarette out back, saying that the poems would be rough. But I knew it beforehand and made it a point to be there. I heckled him the whole time from the front row cos he said he wasn’t nervous enough.
And then Alexander Nemser told me I have an excellent laugh.
And there was lots of gin and drizzle...
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Anarcho-Poetics, a bibliography
When making a list of what is worth sharing for Monday, I made it a point not to include anybody more than a generation or two older than the kids I’m reading to, and to focus on poems that tell compelling stories, use bold language, and say something teenagers will either relate to or be hooked by. I also avoided profanity and themes that skewed too adult (minimal cursing and sex tends to...
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Exercises in Anarcho-Poetics
1. Use a marker to black out words on the front page of yesterday’s news. The words left behind are your poem.
2. Write a first line. Pick a partner. Trade papers. Write a second line. Trade back. Write a third line. Trade again. Continue until the paper is covered front and back.
3. Open a book to a random page. Steal the first word that you see. Use it for a title. Write...
I am twenty-two and suddenly the poetry editor of a magazine, a real one that happens in print and holds more than just poems. My boo’s been bragging me up all weekend and all I do is grin and blush and sip my bourbon.
(Send me all your poems, friends.)
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I could be very happy, except that I am broke
grandguffaw:
poetrysince1912:
Dear Harriet Monroe—
Spring is here. —and I could be very happy, except that I am broke. Would you mind paying me now instead of upon publication for those so stunning verses of mine which you have? I am become very, very thin, and have taken to smoking Virginia tobacco.
Wistfully yours,
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“There are good fathers and bad fathers, good sons and bad sons, good husbands...”
– Sarah Manguso, The Guardians (via grandguffaw)
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“Femme is defiance. Femme ignores the male gaze & tells patriarchy to fuck...”
– BOSSY FEMME (via ceedling)
yes, plz
Forgive me, I've been reading my own livejournal...
a post from 6/5/10, in which I am already clearly obsessed with the man I am in the process of moving in with, but not bold enough to say so in certain terms, as well as clearly agog over some third party who I haven’t spoken to since before he left the country months ago, entitled “what the fucks and oh hell yeses”:
1. Denise Jolly (the Cantab’s feature last night) asked...
“Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.”
– T. S. Eliot (via garptwo)
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This time, two years ago.
via the good ol’ LJ
1. They released my father from the hospital today.
2. I am giving myself a mohawk.
3. I ran a workshop with Jeanann Verlee and Cass this afternoon on an office building floor in Manchester.
4. I just bought a new hair dryer. It is leopard print.
5. Hide the gin and the boys who’ve never broken any bones.
6. Someone stop me from shattering across the floor....
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In which I ask for your help teaching the chilluns... →
Follow the link for the story of how poetry snared me, along with an awkward video of teenage me performing a poem. And also a lot of thoughts about the work poems do. But I’m kind of stumped by the largeness of this question: what can you tell a teenager to get them excited about poetry? I know what made me excited about poetry, but what will make them equally as excited? Share your...
monday mornings
poetsthatdontknowit:
I said to my son, in an attempt to get him off to school on time and me to work on time. “We can’t just dance party our lives away.” And I turned off the music. Silly me, it took me deep into my twenties to learn this one. He is only three. He hit the power button, hit the up on the volume. Looked at me and said, “Mom, please move, or else I will just dance all over...
In one of my dreams last night, it was imperative that I retrieve a giant animal skull bigger than my body. According to everyone I spoke to, it was bigger than a whale’s skull. But I never got to see it. Instead, I was part of burlesque revue in protest of some specific thing I can no longer remember and Lady Gaga told me I wasn’t dressed sexy enough and put glitter all over my...
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In which I throw up in mouth over how colleges... →
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“Song For The Fields” Fields
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“We all took turns on the brakeless bike called Legs,
better a name for a...”
– “Sometimes Harmful Never Helpful” by Natalie Shapero, from Dark Sky Magazine
