Poem Written Yesterday

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There is Sap on the Dog's Ear

It is a debate that has become increasingly common as technology has redefined the notion of what is “urgent.” How soon do people need to get information and respond to it? The believers in the group say the drumbeat of incoming data has created a false sense of urgency that can affect people’s ability to focus.

via NYT

Don't know about you, but I'm fascinated by this stuff. What is all this instant information going to do to our literature, our kids, our brains?

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If you’ve listened to rock music some time in the past 40 years, you’ve likely tapped your toe and bobbed your head to Richie Hayward.

Very sorry to hear about the passing of Richie Hayward, drummer of Little Feat. One of my earliest memories as a child is of receiving the Little Feat live-disc "Late Night Truck Stop"from my nine-fingered NOLA-loving Uncle Todd. Ever since then, it seems, I've loved the band. One of the greatest rock and roll drummers of all time, for certain.

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An interview with Benjamin Percy that broadcast on November 14th, 2007. We talked about gardening at national parks, reworking genre fiction, Oregon, Leinenkugel, and changing concepts of masculinity.

An interesting radio interview with Benjamin Percy, even if I'm almost three years late...

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Talk about a powerhouse cover...

Links Aplenty

During a peak, at least 50–60 meteors can be observed during each hour. Considered the best and brightest meteor show of the year by many...

Camping out on Friday night to watch these...

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The light has changed. I feel like I should say that. The light has yellowed, has slid back equinoxward from the flash-white of June. I considered ordering a fleece-lined sweatshirt this morning. Sometimes I wear long sleeves in the house just to remember what that feels like.

--Another beautiful post from Drew Perry (recently named one of 6 on the shortlist for the Flaherty-Dunnan First Novel Prize)

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After a dispute with a passenger who stood to fetch luggage too soon on a full flight just in from Pittsburgh, Mr. Slater, 38 and a career flight attendant, got on the public-address intercom and let loose a string of invective.

Then, the authorities said, he pulled the lever that activates the emergency-evacuation chute and slid down, making a dramatic exit not only from the plane but, one imagines, also from his airline career.

via NYT

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I've been reading and admiring Alexandra Teague's work from afar since we both showed up in Best New Poets 2008, so I'm thrilled to see she has released her first collection. Have ordered. Look forward to reading...

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I'm very bad at correspondence. I'm working to improve on this.

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Not gonna lie, this made me miss North Carolina...

Good News A Day Early

We’re pleased to announce the fifty final selections for Best New Poets 2010 as made by Claudia Emerson and the series editor. Here they are, with the poet’s name, poem title, and the poet’s state.

Could not be more thrilled to see this. My poem "Remembering the Old Testament While Walking the Dog", which originally appeared in Third Coast last fall, has been selected by Pulitzer Prize winner Claudia Emerson to appear in Best New Poets 2010. Also stoked to see so many good friends/poets on there (Lisa Fay!) as well as other Hollins folks: Meighan Sharp is a current MFA student and I've been told that Matt Williams is an incoming MFAer. This will be my second time showing up in the series and I'm big-time pumped. Celebrate good times, come on.

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Someone told me they didn't like Van Morrison the other day. I wasn't aware there are people in the world who don't like Van Morrison.

Moral Queries

I have good news that I'm not allowed to tell you until Wednesday. I have other good news that I'm not allowed to tell you until September. I've found it's much less fun having good news when you're not allowed to tell people about it. Does this make me a bad person?

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I'm writing three book reviews right now for an editor who asked for some. Two of these books I like very much, one I do not. Should I still review it or should I ask to sub in a different book (one that I would have good things to say about)?

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Read these great paragraphs:

"He made his life up as he went along. Where was his leg? South Africa, Glasnevin, under the sea. She heard enough stories to bury ten legs. War, an infection, the fairies, a train. He invented himself, and reinvented. He left a trail of Henry Smarts before he finally disappeared. A soldier, a sailor, a butler--the first one-legged butler to serve the Queen. He'd killed sixteen Zulus with the freshly severed limb.

Was he just a liar? No, I don't think so. He was a survivor; his stories kept him going. Stories were the only things the poor owned. A poor man, he gave himself a life. He filled the hole with many lives. He was the son of a Sligo peasant who'd been eaten by his neighbours; they'd started on my father before he got away. He hopped down the boreen, the life gushing out of his stump, hurling rocks back at the hungry neighbours, and kept hopping till he reached Dublin. He was a pedlar, a gambler, a hoor's bully. He sat on a ditch beside my mother and invented himself."

--from Roddy Doyle's "A Star Called Henry"

(Penguin Books, 1999)

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This show knocked my socks off. At 3:45: hello.

Down with August

So when publishing people look at the lineup of testimonials on the back of a new hardcover, they don't see hints as to what the book they're holding might be like. Instead, they see evidence of who the author knows, the influence of his or her agent, and which MFA program in creative writing he or she attended. In other words, blurbs are a product of all the stuff people claim to hate about publishing: its cliquishness and insularity.

Having just sent out an early galley to some folks for my own blurbs, this seemed pertinent to me. For whatever it's worth, I didn't send to anyone who was a teacher of mine for an extended period of time. I sent to two folks who I've never studied under (one was on the faculty at my grad school, though I never took a class with him), one writer who I worked with for 2 weeks at a summer conference, and one who I took a semester-long course with at Hollins (she was a writer-in-residence). Surely, I feel as though I have some connection to these people, otherwise I don't know why I'd expect them to do me the favor of reading the manuscript. I did make a conscious effort to send to writers who had not seen the book as a whole, who had not seen more than a handful of poems of mine (two of them had never seen any, unless they sought them out on their own...), and lastly and perhaps most obviously: writers whose work I admire. I wanted them to discover the book in the same way that any other reader would. Thoughts on this, blurbists and blurbees of the blogosphere?

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"I came here to work in a nationally recognized creative writing program, with a national magazine, a visiting writer's series and Rick Barthelme," she told the Mississippi paper. "I didn't come here to work in an English department with a little sideshow for its creative writing students."

-Julia Johnson on the recent shake-up at the University of Southern Mississippi, a school I was considering applying to for a Creative Writing PhD (still not certain I'm applying at all...), but now will definitely not be...

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We should rage, rage against the dying of the light. The United States desperately needs August Reform. Purists will insist that we shouldn't tinker with the months, that August should be left alone because it has done workmanlike service for 2,000 years. That's nonsense. Calendars are always fluxing.

via Slate

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Fifteen is Not the Same as Thirty

As you might have noticed, I haven't posted any new poems recently. That's because I haven't been writing them as I had planned. So, it seems the 30-poems-in-30-days challenge is dead. But, I have 15 poems, 12 of which I think are pretty good. A nice place to start. I can see the seeds of something bigger (let's not call it a project, but a germ of an idea for a project), which is exciting.

Got to see an early galley of my book yesterday. Today, sent it off to potential blurbers to scope out. Let's hope some of them say yes, otherwise, I'll just ask family members to say nice things about me and throw those on the back of the book...

It's looking like I'll be on a panel at AWP , a cross-genre reading with some super august company. More on that soon...stoked about DC already...

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Jeanne Larsen has a new collection coming out this Fall! Excited to read it...

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Killer first line of the moment:

"All the preachers claimed it was Satan."

from Rodney Jones' "TV"

(Salvation Blues: One Hundred Poems, 1985-2005, Mariner Books, 2006)

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One sentence with eight commas in it that mentions one or more animals. He bought most of the zoo animals for their meat — the zebra, the hippo, the tapir, that bird that looked like a peacock but was not a peacock, the regular lemur, the reticulated wood nymph lemur, the goat from the petting zoo, but the giraffe was not for eating, the giraffe was for riding into battle!

-10 Sentences with John Jodizo. Nifty interview from over at HTMLGIANT. I'm pretty sure this is my new favorite interviewing format...

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Diggin' this song, though you sort of have to suffer through that first Damian Marley verse...