This is Eduardo. I'm still in Urbana. I don't leave for MacDowell until mid-March. I asked Diana Marie Delgado to start blogging a month early. Got a problem with that? That's what I thought.
I'm in a funk.
I'm looking forward to AWP. I can't wait to meet a lot of you. Well, not all of you. Should I name names?
You should listen to the My Vocabulary show featuring poets Lara Glenum and Aase Berg.
Gay penguins rule.
This year at AWP I will:
point at poets
refuse to make eye contact with people manning the tables of obscure journals
lick Tony Tost's belt buckle
pout in a bar
walk up to Bob Hicok and ask, "Aren't you SpongeBob?"
shout out brown-nosing is evil!
ask Nick Carbo for a hug
reveal that I'm carrying Christian Wiman's baby
not buy books out of pity for the author
ignore Sabrina Orah Mark
proclaim the death of poetry
pass myself off as Virgil Suárez
slip rejection slips into the pockets of editors
growl at Cole Swenson
kiss a fool
praise Reb Livingston's unibrow
walk up to Ben Lerner and ask, "Are you gay?"
pass myself off as "Latino"