Month: November 2011
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Just what I needed
This is an amazing interview with Billy Collins from 2006. “there’s this pet phrase about writing that is bandied around particularly in workshops about ‘finding your own voice as a poet’, which I suppose means that you come out from under the direct influence of other poets and have perhaps found a way to combine…
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This is insanely hard!
When you graduate from young poet to intermediate poet to adept poet to grand poet, is there a medal or sign or celebration with confetti and hats and noise blowers? A trophy with your name on it saying “take off your headgear and smile!” I feel like one of those people who thought they were…
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11-11-11
I’m feeling sunk today and like I’m bobbing in my little tea cup at sea. There’s no land and I’ve lost my oar, having to use my shoe instead and now my foot is cold. So it is. At least it’s Friday and my coffee is warm.
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Rejecting rejections
This one hurt a little. They’d been looking at them since the end of July and I had hoped that meant they wanted them around and maybe they did, maybe these poems got farther than others, but rejections seem to come in waves. Nothing for months and then two in one week. Damn. Oh well.…
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Night trips
I slept against the moon’s womb. Curled in sweat and backbone. There’s no winter, just rain freezing in the sky as if to ward some nameless spirit away, I jingle my keys like an outstretched lantern. Leave the blind to their sticks – I’ll take the light and the way you look at me in…
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Subway Sessions – Pearl and the Beard
I know I’m going a little crazy with Pearl and the Beard right now, but this is pretty damn cool – these Subway Sessions.
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Pearl And The Beard, "The Lament of Coronado Brown"
We all attempt rediscovery at the ocean. Some of us dig longer.
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By morning, Fall is dead
I’m one carriage of many. You’re not alone in neurosis, standing in the shower looking back, embarrassed. Red skin – it’s hot water’s fault. Exhale and two pulses pump against my neck. Why when we’re full do we feel nothing of our bodies? Empty and bones rake against flesh. Frost is a wheeling virus, the…
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You had me at "Insert face up"
Warming up my soup for lunch I had this really strange desire to hug the Pepsi machine. I don’t even like Pepsi, but I saw myself wrapping my arms awkwardly around the big blue refrigerator, my wrists wrenched at the sides, cheek flushed with the logo and fake refreshing dew drops. Ice cold. But I…