If interested in having me for a reading, class visit, or conference/festival, please contact me at lorcaloca AT aol DOT com

Monday, October 31, 2005


Barbara Jane Reyes will be in NYC this week to give a reading in celebration of her recent good news.

American Poets Awards Ceremony

Thursday, November 3, 2005, 7 p.m.
Lang Auditorium, New School University, 55 West 13th Street, New York, NY


The Academy of American Poets presents the recipients of its seven major awards and prizes: Gerald Stern (Wallace Stevens Award), Claudia Rankine (Academy Fellowship), Mary Rose O'Reilley (Walt Whitman Award), Barbara Jane Reyes, and Ann Snodgrass. Reception to follow.

Sponsored by Academy of American Poets

Info: 212-274-0343

Unconscious Mutterings

  1. Unbreakable:: face
  2. Have mercy:: father
  3. Do it better:: hayden
  4. Settle scores:: father
  5. Comments:: funny
  6. Craziest thing:: spinning pup
  7. Apple:: stick
  8. Halloween:: sleep
  9. Manageable:: time
  10. Trick:: give us something good to eat

go here to try it.


Eucalyptus, a new web zine edited by Josh Hanson, is seeking submissions. Submit. DA Powell submitted. Josh--surprise, surprise--took his work. What? Say that again. What???? Are you telling me you're better than DA Powell? How dare you!

Corn Shake Strikes Again!


Some people have too much time on their hands. Like me. And the beautiful Corn Shake.

How else to explain this video?

I Suck

Listening to: Duran Duran live on AOL radio.
Reading: Geri Doran's Resin.
After all the worrying. After all the mental planning. I overslept and missed Amy's Halloween party.
Speaking of Halloween: I deleted my post about my Halloween costume because a couple of comments suggested that something was wrong with the photograph I uploaded. I uploaded a funny photograph of a man pretending to be a baby being born. And judging from the comments, maybe a picture of a black woman was what my readers were viewing. Strange. Each time I viewed my blog I saw my photograph.
Matthew Shindell was IMing me yesteday, then all of sudden he left. How rude. No goodbye.
Oh yes, Duran Duran is starting into "Union of the Snake."
Did you know Depeche Mode has a new cd out? I've read real good reviews of it online. I might have to buy it.
Am I crazy? Isn't Patrick Fitzgerald hot?
Joy of joys: Duran Duran is singing "I Don't Want Your Love."

Saturday, October 29, 2005

Friday, October 28, 2005

Fall Contests

Zachary Chartkoff has compiled a great list of fall contests. Bookmark it.

You peeps better submit this fall. I won't be. I'm going to send in the spring. So your chances just improved. Ha ha ha.

Julio Galan

Thursday, October 27, 2005


Sulu is gay.

Birds Will Peck You

Richard Siken has a blog. And I have a new crush. He's cute! Very cute.

Monday, October 24, 2005

Rosa Parks

Civil Rights Icon Rosa Parks Dies

You Know You're A Queen When

you buy the complete second season of The Golden Girls on dvd.

Action Books

Action Books are now for sale. The press is offering a web deal: one book for $12, or all three of their first titles for $30.

Who are their authors?

Arielle Greenberg
Lara Glenum
Aase Berg

Saturday, October 22, 2005


I'm going to a Halloween party, but I still have no costume! What or who should I be? A pear? A Sperm? Lampost? Gerald Stern? A Rolled Newspaper? Stop Sign? Cabbage Patch Kid? A Rejection Letter? Tony Tost's nuts? Highlighter Pen? A Mirror? TT Boy? Anne Sexton? An Oven? A Bottle of Pills? A Parrot? A Palm Tree? A Stamp?


Thursday, October 20, 2005

Norman Dubie Loves Jim Behrle

AD is having trouble getting into the work of one of my teachers, Norman Dubie. I'm not even going to pretend to be objective. Dubie allowed me to take graduate level workshops while I was an undergraduate at Arizona State. He was the first poet who told me I was a poet. In our first meeting in his office, after I told him I'd bought a copy of one of his books, he gave me copies of all his books that he had on his shelves. Needless to say, I adore Dubie's work.

As a writer of color I responded to his monologues spoken by "slight" figues in history, like peasants. And I responded to the knowledge on display in his work. Science. Religion. History. Art. Philosophy. His poems made me work! But my favorite thing about Dubie is his amazing figurative language. Only Derek Walcott can match him. I'm often stunned into silence by Dubie's metaphors and similes.

"The cancer ate her like horse piss eats deep snow"

"The girl's breasts/are large and moved separately like twins/
handed from one serf to the next/ down to a river for baptism."

"The stars,/violent at their tea,/were the last children to learn the arithmetic/
of memory."

"I wrote much later that the geese/broke from the shadows like handkerchiefs/
out of the sleeves of black dresses/at a burial."

Any poet that can write lines like those is okay in my book.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Monday, October 17, 2005


Check out this wonderful essay by Michael Parker over at mipoesias.
Ron Silliman once again pulls a Harlod Bloom but this time he's praising a poet whose work I actually enjoy: Shanna Compton.
Josh Hanson has started a webzine . Check it out. Submit.

Sunday, October 16, 2005


Iron & Wine and Calexico have collaborated on a seven song disk. Here's an article. There's a link in the article that allows you to hear three of the songs. Great stuff!

Friday, October 14, 2005

amy lingafelter

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Each time I pronounce her name I feel like I'm saying something smutty. I love that!

Too Much

This is the funniest "blog" I've read in a long time.


Zachary Chartkoff has been added to the blogroll.
Reb is taking a poll over at her blog. I already voted. Holla bloggers.
The latest issue of mipoesias is up.

Lip Sync

I've being feeling blue lately. So today I forced myself to be nice to myself. No thinking about poems. No worrying about my collection. No reading.

I put on some of my favorite CDs, and I lip-synced my little heart out. A lot of Cyndi Lauper (especially her live version of Joni Mitchell's Carey.) REM. Juan Gabriel. Sufjan Stevens. Death Cab for Cutie. A-ha. Tori Amos. Coldplay. Tigres Del Norte.

I've always loved lip-syncing. I'm talking about full blown lip-syncing. I stand in the middle of my room and move and shake and dance my body as I "sing." I get a kick out of acting out the emotions tied up in the songs. If it's a sad song I beat my chest, and throw my arms around. If it's a happy song I make these quirky gestures with my hands, and shake what Buddha gave me. It releases the inner Drag Queen in me.

Once, in Iowa City, I left my window blinds up, and as I finished performing a Junga song I noticed a couple of youngish girls staring straight at me through the window! I waved at them, and they just ran off.

I should've charged them a couple of bucks for the show.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

For Matthew

Matthew Shepard was murdered today. Seven years ago. I remember crying and crying when I heard the news. The image of him tied to that fence still breaks my heart.

It could've been me.

His father's statement to the court is an amazing testment of love. Please read it.

This Auden poem is linked in my mind to Matthew.

Musee des Beaux Arts

About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters; how well, they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.

In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.

Alice Fulton

Yesterday, I went to hear Alice Fulton read. I really enjoyed her reading. She writes longish poems so I had to stretch myself to keep up with the turns in her language. One of her major concerns is diction: contemporary and archaic. Her poems contain slang, techno speak, and Romantic-like phrasing. I asked her a question about felt and Joseph Beuys. I'm like that. I bought her selected so I'm looking forward to digging into her work.

After the reading I went out with three MFA students to have some din-din and beers. And to my surprise, I had a good time. I usually dread hanging out with MFA students. The look of desperation in their eyes. The "where did you go to school" questions. During dinner I found out that one of my old Iowa classmates is also living in Urbana! Tis true. Amy Lingafelter is in town! I hope to have a cup of coffee with her soon.



"Where Shall I Wander," by John Ashbery:
"Star Dust: Poems," by Frank Bidart:
"Habitat: New and Selected Poems, 1965-2005," by Brendan Galvin
"Migration: New and Selected Poems," by W. S. Merwin:
"The Moment's Equation," by Vern Rutsala

Postal Service

Do you long for a great song takes its cues from 80s synth pop? Your search is over. The Postal Service's Such Great Heights will give you a sugar rush. I hear early New Order and early Depeche Mode.

Those Winter Sundays

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love's austere and lonely offices?

Robert Hayden

Monday, October 10, 2005

My Beloved Smurfs Get Bombed!

Cartoon characters' village bombed in anti-war TV commercial

Visit Crooks & Liars to view video--scroll down a bit.

Kiss & Tell

I made out with an older man this weekend.

He had strong hands: tense & quick.

His fingers smelled wonderful. When he ran them across my face I inhaled deeply.

Wet earth & vanilla.

He cupped my face the way you cup a flame in wind.

He pronounced my name each time his mouth brushed against my ears. His voice dense & intimate.

The syllables of my name ran down my neck, like sweat.

He smeared his breath across my torso.

I buried my hands in the small of his back.

The tip of his tongue skipped down the length of my body like a stone over water.

I threw back my head.

He plucked black petals from my open mouth.

UPDATE: I don't consider this a poem. These are lines that I wrote in my head while I made out with an older man this weekend. But thanks for the nice feedback via comment box and email. And his name was Saul.

Friday, October 07, 2005


Ivy's first book has just been picked up for publication! Yeah! Double yeah!

Congrats Ivy!

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Bacon Bit

Today I met someone who works on a hog farm. Hog farm! Welcome to the Midwest.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005


Listen HERE.


2 arrests in attacks on Ga. immigrant workers

44 ?s

Stolen from La Lorna:

1. Alias First name?

2. Were you named after anyone?
My paternal grandfather.

3. Do you wish on stars?

4. When did you last cry?
October 1, 2005 during my sister's wedding.

5. What is your favorite lunchmeat?
Ronald Palmer.

6. What is your birth date?
02/25/Something, something.

7. What’s your most embarrassing CD?
Where to start! The Best of Debbie Gibson?

8. If you were another person, would you be friends with you?
Of course, but I wouldn't date me.

9. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Yes. Sarcasm is the new black.

10. What are your nicknames?
Lalo. Eddie. Beware: never call me Eddie.

11. Would you bungee jump?
No. I'm afraid of heights.

12. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
No. I just slip them off. I'm one lazy bitch.

13. Do you think that you are strong?
Not really. But I'm sure I could kick James Shea's ass.

14. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?
Butter Pecan. And I wonder why I have weight issues.

15. Shoe Size?
Wow. Who wrote this quiz? A size queen? I wear size 11.5 or 12 shoes.

16. Red or pink?
Pink. It reminds me of roast beef and where I came from. Okay, did I just type that?

17. What is your least favorite thing about yourself?

18. Who do you miss most?
My family since I'm no longer living close to them.

19. What color pants and shoes are you wearing?
No pants or shoes. Right now, I'm wearing cranberry boxer briefs and a black t-shirt.

20. What are you listening to right now?
"Chicago"--Sufjan Stevens.

21. What did you eat for breakfast?
I had a late late breakfast: a ham sandwich with diet Ginger Ale.

22.If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
Hmm. Blue. I'm boy.

23. What is the weather like right now?
A little overcast, and humid.

24. Last person you talked to on the phone?
My mother.

25. The first things you notice about the same-sex?
Eyes. Lips. Hands. Legs. Shoulders.

26. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
Nobody sent it to me, but I do like Lorna, the person I stole it from.

27. Favorite Drink?
Sweet tea.

28. Hair Color?

29. Do you wear contacts?
Yes. I broke my left contact lense last Friday. I'm walking around with a pirate patch on. Fun times.

30. Favorite Food?
Seafood dishes.

31. Last Movie You Watched?
The Corpse Bride.

32. Favorite Day Of The Year?

33. Scary Movies Or Happy Endings?
Scary movies.

34. Summer Or Winter?

35. Hugs or Kisses?

36. What Is Your Favorite Dessert?
Tres leches cake.

37.Living Arrangements?
I live with R.

38. What Books Are You Reading?
leadbelly by tyehimba jess and natasha and other stories by david bezmozgis.

39. What’s On Your Mouse Pad?
I've got an Iowa Hawkeyes mouse pad.

40. What Did You Watch Last Night on TV?

41. Favorite Smells?
Armpits. Clean armpits. Not working out all day armpits.

42. Favorite junk food?
Anything fried.

43. Rolling Stones or Beatles?

44. What’s the farthest you’ve been from home?
Ocho Rios, Jamaica.

Con Tinta

CON TINTA is a coalition of cultural activists (Chicano/Latino poets and writers) who believe in affirming a positive and pro-active presence in American literature. We come together in the spirit of intellectual exchange, of creating dialogue with our communities and beyond, of recognizing our literary and social histories, and of establishing alliances with other cultural and political organizations. Our mission is to create awareness through the cultivation of emerging talent, through the promotion and presentation of artistic expression, and through the collective voice of support to our members, our communities, and our allies.

In March 8-11 of 2006, Con Tinta members will participate at the Association of Writers and Writing Programs Annual Conference in Austin to engage in a series of necessary discussions about politics, culture, activism and art. As part of its community outreach efforts, Con Tinta will host a celebration through an event outside of the conference grounds. Programming at a local venue will include a dedication to two beloved veteranos of Chicano letters, Rolando Hinojosa-Smith and raulsalinas; a reading by renowned authors and emerging talent; a communal meal; and a baile.