I really enjoyed reading this clever post from Nada Gordon’s blog. I’ve also been perturbed by “lineated prose” in poetry, mostly because I think it’s boring, more often than not. In my mind it’s the polar opposite of more extreme “out there” experimental poetry – Jackson Mac Lowe, for example. “How is this poetry?” some skeptics may [...]
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Posted in Poetrayyy, tagged eh?, poetry on February 26, 2009 | 4 Comments »
You got the fever and I am your soup!
Posted in It's Muuuuuuuusiiiiiiiiiiiic!, tagged lykke li, sexy swedes tour '09, wildbirds & peacedrums on February 16, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Saw the totally adorable and even more badass Lykke Li at the Hawthorne the other night – definitely one of the better live shows I’ve ever been to. She’s an amazing performer and we danced our asses off.
I was also pleasantly surprised by her opening act Wildbirds & Peacedrums (who we referred to all night as Thundercock because I [...]
This is just to say…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged awp, pity party on February 9, 2009 | 4 Comments »
…I am really sad I’m not going to AWP this year. I just spent the last half hour looking at the scheduled events, masturbating and crying a little (a whole panel on Wallace Stevens?!?!?!? Free booze??!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Waahhhhhhh).
Maybe it’ll be on the west coast next year?
“Art is not sense broken up into line.” – Dorothea Lasky
Posted in book reviews on February 9, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
When someone says the poetry scene today consists of \”a lot of brilliant people with serious boundary issues\”(taken wildly out of context here) the first poet I think of is Dorothea Lasky. The images in her poems melt into one another and re-form, filling the reader with a sense of transformation innate to her writing. [...]
Dear Diary,
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged dear diary, poetry, stupid post, ugh, yet another mention of jack spicer on February 2, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Today I decided that the word “groin” should be eliminated from poetry. Not the English language, just poetry. Groin’s graceless thud has made us cringe with awkwardness long enough, ruining its share of otherwise beautifully resonant poems. Henceforth, it will be my mission to raise awareness about the perverseness of the continued existence of “groin” [...]
