Paradise Motel | Charles Simic
Millions were dead; everybody was innocent. I stayed in my room. The President Spoke of war as of a magic love potion. My eyes were opened in astonishment. In a mirror my face appeared to me Like a twice-canceled postage stamp. I lived well, but life was awful. there were so many soldiers that day, So many refugees crowding the roads. Naturally, they all vanished With a touch of the hand. History...
Addendum to Tara Lynn Post
Interesting that this post has gone like wildfire. Most people are happily supportive of the photo shoot. The only opposition I see are people who assume that because she is overweight, she is somehow less healthy than people who are slim (weight being the only variable). In fact, it has been regularly-noted that she works out (cardio and weights) 5-6x a week, and all of her critical health...
Poets for Living Waters →
poetrynews: Poets for Living Waters is a poetry action in response to the Gulf Oil Disaster of April 20, 2010, one of the most profound man-made ecological catastrophes in history. The first law of ecology states that everything is connected to everything else. An appreciation of this systemic connectivity suggests a wide range of poetry will offer a meaningful response to the current crisis,...
List of Unresolved Philosophical Problems →
Pick your field and solve away, genius Tumblrs: Aesthetics, Epistemology, Ethics, Language, Mathematics, Metaphysics
Fatals Over Breakfast
Him: You don't seem very Southern to me.
Me: What do you mean?
Him: Well, your accent is completely devoid of a Southern drawl except when you choose to turn it on. You're liberal. You have teeth....
Me: Ptttttf. What generalizations you make! I lived all over the world growing up. South America, Central America, Europe, the list goes on. My southern heritage mostly comes out in two arenas: Romanticism and Breakfast.
Him: Let me remind you that, while certainly a romantic, you've, so far, been a serial monogamist, and you're a vegetarian, for fuck's sake. Definitely not the southern way, m'dear.
Me: True, true. But, I've given the southern breakfast a 21st century facelift. It is still eggs (organic and local), biscuits (okay, Ezekial), sausage (Morningstar or Gimme Lean) and cheese grits (organic). And I'll add Hollandaise to ANYTHING.
Him: Okay. I'm completely grossed out. And Romanticism?
Me: Well, I can't help it: I'm holding out for epic. And, I think Mann had it right - Southerners are able to experiment with levels of romanticism that would be fatal in others. And I do.
Him: Shut up and pass me the grits.
“A Supermarket in California” read by Allen...
That Line is Not Real. The Sky Has Already Touched...
There is nothing like night-swimming in an ocean. Naked under a full moon, you are so small and so big, at once, that it seems hilariously-insignificant to be bound by three cubic feet of flesh and bones. My foot, even, bobbing in the dark Gulf, is made of the same thing as the sky. These golden locks, all alabaster sand and boardwalk. My hips bearing waves, mirroring the earth, the full...
Number 8 | Lawrence Ferlinghetti
It was a face which darkness could kill in an instant a face as easily hurt by laughter or light ‘We think differently at night’ she told me once lying back languidly And she would quote Cocteau ‘I feel there is an angel in me’ she’d say ‘whom I am constantly shocking’ Then she would smile and look away light a cigarette for me sigh and rise and stretch her sweet anatomy let fall a stocking (via...
When Everyone Is A Writer, No One Is. →
The fate of publishing and the idea of the writer in standard Keillor fashion. One part doddering old guard; One part truth.
From The Department of...
So. Guess who got an offer for the full-time tenure-track professorship she’s been interviewing for ceaselessly… Yes. Guess who calmly got off the phone with Human Resources this morning and said calmly, quietly, to a friend: Well, that’s good, right? Of course, I was sweetly reminded that my anti-climax is a result of me knowing I can’t just up and run away to Prague or...
First Listen: Ratatat's LP4 →
damndanm: NPR is streaming Ratatat’s new album in its entirety. Why NPR is streaming Ratatat’s new album in its entirety I don’t know. Best not to ask questions like that. Just go give it a listen. It’ll make your ass happy. Probably the rest of you, too. No promises though. Nice. Thx!
Either Tumblr is messed up, or I lost 12 followers by confessing I had never watched Lost. Truth is: If that was your litmus test, it never would have worked out between us anyway. Thanks for cutting my losses. :)
This morning: sunkissed, waveworn, rising. Muscles firing like little popguns. Outside, slantlight morning shoulders in. The mimosa blooms, its pink pom-poms bursting against the blueblue sky. More china than sailor. The mayor of the palms chatters on - squirrels holding court in the cool shade dawn. All action and requirement, a to-do list verbed first with Rise.
irunfrombears: Let’s Go Surfing by The Drums ...
Happy Birthday Little Yella Fella
Still…always kinda felt like he was the digital Sisyphus…
lafix: Say Hey (I Love You) - Michael Franti ...
A Poem and A Reply
This is just to say I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold - William Carlos Williams (via bluevanillapink:spirula) This is Just to Say (for William Carlos Williams) I have just asked you to get out of my apartment even though you never thought I would Forgive me you...
Curvy Women Are Cleverer, Too! →
It was already known that men find curvy women more attractive and that they live longer. Now research suggests that women with an hourglass figure are brighter and have cleverer children, too. (via Mayjah)
Now back to your regularly-scheduled program of poetics and love and sex and art and music.
I’m pretty sure I stole the term “scholar-body” from someone else, though I cannot now remember who or where or when. Therefore, let it enter the cultural lexicon as an understanding that not all people are out of shape because they are lazy… Rather, many of us have had to/decided to focus our limited time, energy and efforts on the cerebral vs. the physical, on mental and...
You have learnt something. That always feels at first as if you had lost something. - George Bernard Shaw
Five Masterpieces Stolen From The Paris MOMA →
Five paintings by Picasso, Matisse and other great artists have been stolen from the Museum of Modern Art in Paris, police sources say. The paintings are estimated to be worth some 500m euros (£431m; $618m). The five missing paintings are said to be Pigeon with Peas by Pablo Picasso, Pastoral by Henri Matisse, Olive Tree near Estaque by Georges Braque, Woman with a Fan by Amedeo Modigliani...
The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place. - George Bernard Shaw
…Writing a poem has shown me how far out a part of me was walking beyond the rest. - Adrienne Rich, from Someone is Writing a Poem
Anyone else inordinately delighted to re-discover that “fist” is part of “pacifist”?
Preface: I am a pacifist/poet, for chrissakes. A non-comedy of small but obnoxious and annoying errors sent me to lace my shoes today after a too-long hiatus of non-running. It just seemed as if everything I touched was going to hell, and I felt an absolute necessity that such GRRRRR! energy come out physically. However, I was beset on all sides by the tyranny of a prankster universe. To wit,...
Your boundaries are your quest. I could explain this, but it will break the glass cover on your heart and there’s no fixing that. ~ Rumi
The Interview That Never Ends
So, yesterday’s “meeting” with the President and Vice President of the College was, in fact, another interview. Final Round. Decision within a week. Gahhhh. Now I’m going for a short run and hitting the beach with Bob Hicok’s latest collection, Words For Empty Words For Full.
Read Emily Dickinson next to other then-famous poets of her time—Tupper, say, or...– Paul Collins, in an amazing essay in The Believer about a remarkable novel written by Viginius Dabney in 1886, which Collins characterizes as “the American South’s great postmodern novel,” just a century too early. I was sent the link by the excellent Matthew Young and was reminded of this...
So. Yesterday the Vice President of the College called me (re: the tenure-track position I interviewed for two weeks ago) and asked me to come today to meet with him, as well as the President of the College. I’m not sure if this is an additional interview or an offer-negotiation meeting. Thoughts?