Tuesday, June 13, 2006
I don't really live in a town called Tumbleweed. Geez.
I'm still reeling from the Cyndi Lauper/Alan Cummings performance on the Tonys this past Sunday. I love that woman! I often close my eyes while she's singing and I can see her voice rising from my speakers, like curls of foil.
Emmy Pérez has a blog. Rejoice.
Is this blog gay enough?
Other bloggers have been dissing Tupelo Press's $35 reading fee. I don't think it's too much. Here's why:
One: I don't mind supporting the production of other books. Tupelo Press publishes some of the most beautiful books in the business. Plus, I like their commitment to diversity.
Two: the promised short critique is very inviting. Poets are hungry for any kind of attention. Any! Though I'm curious how "short" these critiques will be? A paragraph? Two sentences? A smiley face?
Three: I'm a newbie! I've never sent my full-length collection out before. My soul is free of bitterness! I wonder how long that will last? I haven't experienced the pain of writing check after check for first book contests. I haven't experienced the pain of being a finalist time after time. Oh boy, this is going to be fun!