March 9, 2014 § Leave a comment
Issue 7 of Barn Owl Review is ricockulous. Everyone is in it. I can’t even list them all. (Glen Shaheen! Erika Meitner! Corey Zeller! Tyler Mills! & more!) I have a folio of poems in there that happens to accidentally create a little arc wherein my brain turns into a cave.
I’ve got a lil poem up on the Bushwick Sweethearts Reading Series‘ site, which you can find by clicking on the man in the blue shirt who’s falling with his face away from you. Or you can click here. The poem makes reference to “ice milk,” the existence of which may be corroborated only in a single soft serve machine in Newcomb Dining Hall at UVa.
Some Upcoming Excitements or, Poem-related Activities in Which Some Travel Is Involved, are these:
UC-Boulder MFA Reading
in which I’ll read some poems in Colorado and talk some about being a post-MFA person in the world
Saturday, March 29 @5pm (location details TBA)
But tonight: nachos forthcoming from the oven at precisely 9pm, in front of which we’ll plant ourselves to watch the True Detective finale, which may or may not make reference to this or this. Fingers crossed.
February 24, 2014 § Leave a comment
If you live in Seattle, you’re not me. But I’ll be at that AWP business, reading off-site at a couple of things and trying to see how many rooms I can get into without a lanyard (for the THRILLLLLLS!!). Details in the above flyers, or below, spelled out more orderly-like for you fools:
Birds of a Feather: Barn Owl Review and Thrush
7pm doors; 8pm poetry
THE EVENT: SpringGun, Subito, Timber & Noemi Press
Otherwise, I’ll be like a bird in poetry: all up in it. I’m sure we’ll run into each other.
February 12, 2014 § Leave a comment
On the last day of 2013 and after much talk of collaboration, Paul Erik Lipp (Evening Man) and I did this little thing. Now we’re The Old Year and we’re making songs together. Here’s a preview of our sound. For an early V-Day treat, for the Beatles’ 50th, for your ears. We hope you like it.
January 15, 2014 § Leave a comment
Ever since my amazing week in Korea with Seth, I’ve been jonesing for foods wrapped inside of other foods. You can read about the actual details of my trip on Seth’s blog; all I have for you at the moment are my stateside, homemade attempts at food nostalgia.
It should be noted that these are actually Chinese pork dumplings, not Korean mandu; there’s not even a hint of kimchi in the lot of them. But I made them with dough I had leftover from a Korean noodle dish I’d attempted earlier in the week.
My attempt at recreating the dumpling soup we get in Brooklyn Chinatown. Made with homemade chix stock, and sesame oil that was pressed right in front of me in a market in Seoul.
Tuna kim bap, a Korean breakfast staple and a delicious anytime snack. Though it looks like sushi, it has its own distinct flavor and it’s damn delicious.
I too am disturbed by this post’s lack of irony, but I’m genuinely excited about things these days, food and otherwise. The old year was kind to me on its way out, and the start of the new one’s looking pretty good too.
Happy New Year.
December 12, 2013 § Leave a comment
“There is a knife which I do not forget. But it is a knife which is halfway into dreams, which I keep inside myself, which I do not allow to come to the frontier of the lucid senses. That which belongs to the realm of the image is irreducible by reason and must remain within the image or be annihilated. Nevertheless, there is a reason in images, there are images which are clearer in the world of image-filled vitality. There is in the immediate teeming of the mind a multiform and dazzling insinuation of animals. This insensible and thinking dust is organized according to laws which it derives from within itself, outside the domain of clear reason or of thwarted consciousness or reason.”
—Antonin Artaud, “Manifesto in a Clear Language”
December 10, 2013 § Leave a comment
Not only is this my favorite song at the moment, but it’s pretty good to have on while writing my students’ final, which may or may not have something to do with Anne Sexton.
You can read her poem “Mercy Street” here. Which I’ve been doing. A lot.
I’ll be teaching a poetry workshop at Fordham University in the spring (and then another one the following spring, on surrealism and the imagination). I’ve already started building Peter Gabriel into the syllabus.
If you’re out there, future students, get ready.