C. Dale lost his copy of B.P. Kelly's To the Place of Trumpets, her first book which won the Yale. I read this book once. Well, I didn't really read it. The campus library at the University of Illinois in C/U had a copy in its special collections. I asked to see it. And since I wasn't a student the lady behind the desk had me read it in an office, with her sitting a few feet away. Needless to say, I couldn't really read the poems with her glaring at me. I just flipped through it and tried to absorb as much as I could. Too bad. But as you can see, copies of this book are rare and expensive!
I'm feeling better. But my ears still hurt. And there's lime-green stuff coming out of my nose.
Jordan, has a stalker? Really? How odd.
Let me take this moment and thank the people who are writing letters of rec for me. Thank you! People always ask me: why don't you have your teachers from Iowa write letters for you? Well, because I didn't really get to know any of my teachers. Except for Marvin Bell. And he's semi-retired. I wouldn't feel comfortable asking the Iowa teachers for letters. I don't think my writing impressed them. And quite frankly, their teaching didn't impress me. Except for Marvin Bell.
My ears just popped!
Should I go to AWP Atanta? I'm still thinking about.
Is the rumor true? Has Fence Books joined the participating list of publishers for the National Poetry Series?
The Cypress Trees are Talking Now: what a cool blog name.