Jeannine is the new Poet Laureate of Redmond, Washington a city just a stones throw from Seattle, Washington. Speaking of throwing stones, Jeannine comes from a part of the country that you can't cast a stone without hitting a poet. I think it's especially cool considering how how poetically inclined people in Washington seem to be.
The Washington State Poet Laureate did a blog feature on Jeannine today that can be found here.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Confession Tuesday - Yes, I was Naughty Edition
Well, it's been a week since my last confession. Shall we head to the box?
Dear Reader:
It's been a strange week. Some highs and lows but mostly everything evens out. So that said I will get down to the ntty gritty.
I confess that when I left the office today my desk was in great disarray. My desk reflects far too many projects going on, but my job is crisis driven so that's pretty much what I deal with all the time. Of course I periodically restore some order to it but daily it seems to resist order. I confess it's a constant battle.
I confess that I found a writing fellowship that I felt was perfect for me. That was till I realized how much time I would need to be in the LA area next year. I confess that I scrapped my plans to apply. There may come a time when one such program will be a good fit and all-round and when that happens I hope that I have the ability to apply.
Off and on during this past week I've wondered about the Higgs particles but I must confess having them on my mind has only resulted in mass confusion.
I confess that three times (count them), three times this week I've checked in on Scarlet the rat to make sure she is okay. Scarlet is my daughter's rat and she has been under the weather. I've never been a fan of rats since as a kid growing up in apartment near Hospital Hill I would see rats big as cats when I too the trash out. Still, I confess that Scarlet is kind of cute. In an rat creepy sort of way. Yes, I want her to get well.
I confess I had a rejection letter for three of my poems this week including one I truly believe in. I confess that I'm confident it will find a home.
I confess to drinking Arbor Mist Peach Chardonnay this week. It's not exactly like drinking quality Chardonnay but it feel kind of naughty like drinking semi-frozen Ripple or Boon's Farm Wine as a teenager. Hey, it goes down smooth.
Well there, I guess a naughty confession is a good place to stop. Even if it was a bit peachy as well.
Can I get an Amen!?
Dear Reader:
It's been a strange week. Some highs and lows but mostly everything evens out. So that said I will get down to the ntty gritty.
I confess that when I left the office today my desk was in great disarray. My desk reflects far too many projects going on, but my job is crisis driven so that's pretty much what I deal with all the time. Of course I periodically restore some order to it but daily it seems to resist order. I confess it's a constant battle.
I confess that I found a writing fellowship that I felt was perfect for me. That was till I realized how much time I would need to be in the LA area next year. I confess that I scrapped my plans to apply. There may come a time when one such program will be a good fit and all-round and when that happens I hope that I have the ability to apply.
Off and on during this past week I've wondered about the Higgs particles but I must confess having them on my mind has only resulted in mass confusion.
I confess that three times (count them), three times this week I've checked in on Scarlet the rat to make sure she is okay. Scarlet is my daughter's rat and she has been under the weather. I've never been a fan of rats since as a kid growing up in apartment near Hospital Hill I would see rats big as cats when I too the trash out. Still, I confess that Scarlet is kind of cute. In an rat creepy sort of way. Yes, I want her to get well.
I confess I had a rejection letter for three of my poems this week including one I truly believe in. I confess that I'm confident it will find a home.
I confess to drinking Arbor Mist Peach Chardonnay this week. It's not exactly like drinking quality Chardonnay but it feel kind of naughty like drinking semi-frozen Ripple or Boon's Farm Wine as a teenager. Hey, it goes down smooth.
Well there, I guess a naughty confession is a good place to stop. Even if it was a bit peachy as well.
Can I get an Amen!?
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Love this description of what a word does...
Utility is the dream of every poem, large or small. Does each word carry, embryonically, the intent of the entire poem? Dave Smith, Local Assays, 1995
Picturing a word embryonically carrying intent... how awesome is that!
Picturing a word embryonically carrying intent... how awesome is that!
The Mag: Waiting for the Car
Artwork by Jack Vettriano
Another event-
the compulsory
making an appearance.
When does he dress
for an outing with me;
hang like a doll from my arm?
When do I get to show off
his fake smile?
Michael A. Wells
Friday, July 13, 2012
Poetry Mail Bag
The cover is rather nondescript but I knew from what Kelli relayed about the book it would be something I would likely dig into and enjoy. Transcripts of poet interviews over twenty five years. I'm a sucker for interviews, biographical material collected notes or correspondence from poets. I'm pretty sure this will keep me out of trouble for a few days. Actually the biggest concern is I have a tight schedule of some projects that require my attention. Still, I will make some time to read this book this weekend. After all, I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to or it would not have arrived till Monday! ;)
I'll let you know what I think of it.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
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