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Friday, March 31, 2006

Weather in NYC


Mostly sunny. Highs in the upper 60s. Southwest winds 10 to 15 mph with gusts up to 25 mph.


Randomly Chosen

PULP LYRICS

"Common People"

She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge
She studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College, that's where I caught her eye.
She told me that her Dad was loaded
I said in that case I'll have a rum and coke-cola.
She said fine and in thirty seconds time she said, I want to live like common people
I want to do whatever common people do, I want to sleep with common people
I want to sleep with common people like you.
Well what else could I do - I said I'll see what I can do.
I took her to a supermarket
I don't know why but I had to start it somewhere, so it started there.
I said pretend you've got no money, she just laughed and said oh you're so funny.
I said yeah? Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here.
Are you sure you want to live like common people
You want to see whatever common people see
You want to sleep with common people,
you want to sleep with common people like me.
But she didn't understand, she just smiled and held my hand.
Rent a flat above a shop, cut your hair and get a job.
Smoke some fags and play some pool, pretend you never went to school.
But still you'll never get it right
'cos when you're laid in bed at night watching roaches climb the wall
If you call your Dad he could stop it all.
You'll never live like common people
You'll never do what common people do
You'll never fail like common people
You'll never watch your life slide out of view, and dance and drink and screw
Because there's nothing else to do.
Sing along with the common people, sing along and it might just get you thru'
Laugh along with the common people
Laugh along even though they're laughing at you and the stupid things that you do.
Because you think that poor is cool.
I want to live with common people, I want to live with common people [etc..]

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Author Bashing

From the BBC News: Naipaul Attack Literary Giants.

This guy says Henry James is "the worst writer in the world." I like his attitude.

I felt the same way the first time I read Turn of the Screw. I found James' writing style to be annoying and stuck in a bog (get to the point all-ready!) But, I read the book again and found the brother-sister team gone wild/ghost situation, hilario. I especially liked when the sex-starved nanny sees a ghost writing a note (to her lover?) at a desk. Then toss in the factor that you never really know who is telling the truth. How's that for a soap opera?

More on James. But stop reading if you don't know the end of James', Daisy Miller.

For the record, I must speak out against the death of the woman who" inspected her flounces and smoothed her ribbons," La Daisy Miller.

It pained me that lil Miller was killed off with a bout of "Roman Malaria" (I made this up) just because she got her flirt on in Europe (she did die, just not specifially from "Roman Malaria"). James' might as well have said she caught the Immorality Bug, an incurable sickness that kills all girls who try to boy-party before marriage.

I must admit, her character could come off as crass & trite at times, but I did enjoy her not-listening to the elderly has-beens, and random pains in the asses that were hounding her in Rome.

Thus this posting is for Daisy. RIP you hot, uncultivated, American-girl thang!

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Nothing Like My Favorite Neruda Passage To End The Night

Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Depair
-- XIV, Juegos Todos Las Dias

I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains,
bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.


Translated by W.S. Merwin


What I Found on an LA Times Newsboard

Photo by Jennifer Woodward-Maderazo

It's just too many Illegals in america and we need to do something before it gets totally out of control.

These illegals have 3 babies each within the first 6 months they enter america and that severly drains our resources.

Illegals won't stop when they kill you from a car accident the first thing they do is drive off to get away.

We cannot support the overwhelming flood of illegals to come to live on welfare because they can get it here and not in mexico.

These roaming illegal aliens should be deported or america will have bands of illegal aliens criminals desperate to survive and prone to crime for survival.

America is not mexico and should not be treated as if it is mexico by allowing bands of illegals to just illegally jump the fence to act as if they are citizens when we don't know who these people are and where they come from.

Thre freeways are strained from increased traffic, the streets are crammed due to increased mexicans driving many without licenses and the kids od illegals driving now.

The calif population is about to get crazy with this overwhelming population explosion of illegals.

We need real legislation to stop this problem and not allow illegal aliens to no free money or government services with the general population.

For the illegals we have to deal with now there should be a immigrant hospital especially created for them so they can be separate from the general population due to risk of foreign sicknesses or diseases that we cannot contain.

It's a health risk also because many could bring diseases that could not be stopped because we can't control immigration.

It's a problem that needs to be fixed thankfully the government is only 20 years too late and not more.

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These are "Donnell's" thoughts on Immigration in America. At least he's got one thing right, America is not Mexico. American tacos are hella bad compared to the barbacoa tacos I've downed in my family's hometown of Nayarit, Mexico. Chhhow!!!!!!


Monday, March 27, 2006

The Uncanny, Aura & Brugge, Belgium

Last summer, I went to an art show in Brugge, Belgium (BTW: It's true. They do have the best beer in Belgium.) The show focused on risk, sex, freedom, & the body. While there, I could not stop looking at this photo.

I found the photo shocking & interesting & disarming & familiar. The photo reminded me of Freud's essay, The Uncanny. Go **here** if you'd like to read more about The Uncanny. The basics of what Freud says is that The Uncanny is a species of the familiar. What is hidden. What we are afraid of only because we know it.

If you look closely at the photo you can see my reflection in the glass.

A good example of the uncanny in literature is Carlos Fuentes' 2nd person novella, Aura. If you haven't read this book you should. I'd list the reasons but that would take the fun out of you reading the book and coming up with your own reasons.

Indiana Review Latina/o Summer Issue Reading

I'll be reading in Bloomington, Indiana on April 6 at 7:30 to promote Indiana Review's forthcoming Latina/o Issue. I'll post more details once I receive them.

Two of my poems The Sea is Farther Than Thought & In the Romantic Longhand of the Night will appear in this issue.

Excited about heading there. I've never been to Indiana.



Guess Where This Is From

March 9, 2006

Dear Writer,

Thank you so much for your application for a _______ Fellowship. Unfortunately, we are unable to offer you a place in the program. I wanted to let you know that your application was read with great care and appreciation. It is through the vibrancy and commitment of work like yours that the program is able to depend on an applicant pool of immense talent. Every year, after reading the submissions, all of us wish we had more fellowships to offer.

You know the rest.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

A Rush and a Push and The Land is Ours

Oh hello
I am the ghost of Troubled Joe
Hung by his pretty white neck
Some eighteen months ago
I travelled to a mystical time zone
And I missed my bed
And I soon came home

They said :
"There's too much caffeine
In your bloodstream
And a lack of real spice
In your life"


I said :
"Leave me alone
Because I'm alright, dad
Surprised to still
Be on my own..."


Oh, but don't mention love
I'd hate the strain of the pain again
A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours
It has been before
So it shall be again
And people who are uglier than you and I
They take what they need, and just leave


Oh, but don't mention love
I'd hate the pain of the strain all over again
A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours
It has been before
So why can't it be now ?
And people who are weaker than you or I
They take what they want from life


Oh, but don't mention love
No - no, don't mention love !
A rush and a push and the land that
We stand on is ours
Your youth may be gone
But you're still a young man
So phone me, phone me, phone me
So phone me, phone me, phone me


Oh, I think I'm in love
Oh, I think I'm in love
Oh, I think I'm in love (think I'm in love)
Urrgh, I think I'm in lerv
Oh ...

The Smiths

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Everything on Nothing



Listening to Chopin's Nocturne in B minor performed by Horowitz. Chopin brings me a bright pleasure that gets me in the scalp, fingertips, the lids of my eyes. It gets me where it counts.

I won't mention what Mozart's Requiem does to me.

Waiting for Amazon to deliver Bachelard's Psychoanalysis of Fire. I've highlighted just about every passage in The Poetics of Space so I figure there must be diamonds, rubies, and emeralds in this book.

I've given up trying to write a poem and have purchased a special aubergine purple chemistry notebook, narrow lined; soft green numbers floating on the left side of the pages. I write lines and just leave them there. I'm hoping when I do feel capable of stitching, the images, thoughts, & emotions will be there.

The rest of the day I'm devoting to a freewrite for an essay I've been wanting to write since I was born. Has to do with growing up in La Puente, Libraries, & the Little Adventures of Childhood: learning how to skate, picking up tickets at Santa Anita racetrack, and watching my dog have puppies. Does anybody care about this? Don't know. Problem is I have to write what I'm going to write, even if it's just for myself.

Friday, March 24, 2006

Next Month at Acentos: Barbara Jane Reyes

ACENTOS: Featuring Barbara Jane Reyes, author of poeta en san francisco
Tuesday, April 25th @ 7:00pm
plus The Uptown's Best Open Mic

A vital voice in the American canon shares the unrelenting genius of her award winning second book, alongside some brand new work.

ACENTOS @ The Bruckner Bar & Grill
1 Bruckner Boulevard (Corner of 3rd Ave)
6 Train to 138th Street Station
Hosted by Rich Villar
FREE! ($5 Suggested Donation)

Coming from Manhattan: Exit by the last car on the 6. Take the exit to your left, go up the stairs to your right to exit at Lincoln Avenue. Walk down Lincoln about 5 blocks to Bruckner Blvd, turn right on Bruckner past the bike shop, the Bruckner Bar & Grill is on the corner. For more directions, please call 718.665.2001.

** Errata: Originally, I posted that the reading was happening this weekend. When in actuality Barbara will be gracing ACENTOS next month: April 25th.

A Spell for Chameleon




Had a horrible nightmare last night. Luckily, I woke right before the real bad stuff was going to happen but couldn't sleep after that. Spent the rest of the morning watching "Wedding Crashers" which shook a few laughs out of me before I finally fell asleep 'round 5 am.

I'll admit it. I was so scared I even called my mom!

&&&

This is random but as a kid did anyone read Piers Anthony's Xanth Series? I was a fiend for those books. The La Puente Library was stocked with them along with Susan Isaac's latest romance novels (of which I read every raunchy book the librarian would check out to a 10 year old me).

Some of the titles: A Spell for Chameleon, The Source of Magic, Castle Roogna, Centaur Aisle, Ogre Ogre, Night Mare, Dragon on a Pedestal. He wrote lots more but I either grew out of them or the writing just got bad. I think it's the first. I do remember there was all kinds of undercover sex stuff going on in the books.


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The weather is bad again in NYC again. Gloomy, lots of pigeons, a chance of rain. I wish it would just perk up.

&&&

And I didn't mean to offend anyone in my previous posting about girl/boy dream styles. I posted without thinking, which, unfortunately is how I do most things. So my question was to any boy/girl/halfway between/somewhere near--basically a question to anyone whose flown in their dreams. So the question again. Do you ever dream about flying?

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Restaurant Recommendation

Since I bashed Royal Kabob & Curry (Citysearch rejected my review)I thought I'd take the time to give credit when credit is due.

If you are looking for a delicious & affordable vegetarian restaurant go to Ayurveda Cafe. Since someone already wrote a nice review for the place I'll just put the link here if you'd like to read more: Ayurveda Cafe.


Ayurveda Cafe
706 Amsterdam Avenue (at 94th Street)
Tel.: (212) 932-2400
11:30am-11:30pm daily
Prix-fixe lunch ($5.95) and dinner ($9.95)

NYC at Night


I was walking across the Columbia campus a few minutes ago and decided to snap this pic. The night sky is cobalt blue and the clouds a rue of gray & white. It's very rare that it's 8:00 pm and 50 degress in NYC (At least recently!).

Can Girls Fly In Their Dreams?

A friend of mine (a male) is always telling me about how he flies in his dreams. Other guys have mentioned the same thing to me. I really don't have dreams about flying. I mean I've probably had one I just don't remember it. We've talked about this and wondered if it's a gender thing. He says his girlfriend can't fly in her dreams either. Who knows. But if you're a gal have you had a dream of flying?

Just Because This Book Is Amazing

"To read poetry is essentially to daydream."--Gaston Bachelard

The Poetics of Space (1958)

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Last Night’s Dream

Today, while doing random things last night’s dream kept coming back to me.

I was at some sort of lake resort. In the middle of the lake was this huge piece of stone floating in the water. It was big. It was like a small round island. Around the stone was a water platform where a man pushed people standing on the platform around the circular stone. The stone looked like a huge molcajete without the concaveness.

The man pushed through the water with a long stick. Kind of Venetian style. I couldn’t see who the people were, but they wore colorful clothing. I saw this from a window of a room I was looking to rent.

Among other things, a lot of my dreams have to do with water: a rising tide, a flowing river, the surf touching my feet, me floating in a huge tidal wave, a house sinking in water.

Dreams are fascinating. Freud argued that dreams are wish fulfillment. That dreams our are anxieties laid bare. He also said our biggest anxieties play out in our nightmares. Dreams are the unconscious laid bare.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Ichi The Killer

I couldn't get through this. I shut it off after 29 minutes. Maybe I'm not as tough as I think I am when it comes to gore & brutality & characters cutting off pieces of their tongue.

Donate Some Books

The New Orleans Public Library Needs Books

New Orleans Public Library is asking for any and all hardcover and paperback books to restock the shelves after Katrina. The library staff will assess which titles will be designated for the shelves. The rest will be distributed to destitute families or sold for library fundraising. The books can be sent to:

Rica A Trigs, Public Relations
New Orleans Public Library
219 Loyola Avenue
New Orleans, LA 70112

***If you tell the post office that the books are for the library in New Orleans, they will give you the library rate that is less than book rate.

Monday, March 20, 2006

(S)curry In A Hurry

Review: Royal Kabob & Curry

Slow and forgetful service, cheesy music, tacky posters and exorbitant prices-- the food would have to be pretty amazing to make up for it. Instead it only contributed to our feeling that the cesspool of a Las Vegas hotel featuring an all-you-can-eat Indian buffet had somehow backed up onto my plate.

My mango lassi never came. Ditto the additional naan I was connived into ordering by the waiter. They are using a "special" recipe--leftover Chinese rice from the place next door. It wasn't Basmati. I'm not even sure it was rice. And since when is naan Indian Fry Bread? It was non-naan. And has anyone ever eaten cold chicken tandoori? I'd say I have, but given how old & gamey the little leg tasted I think it might have been pigeon.

(Review Cowritten by Diana Marie Delgado & Adam L. Dressler)

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Recommended



Blas Manuel De Luna Interview

Eduardo Corral's interview with Blas Manuel De Luna, whose book Bent To The Earth, was nominated for the 2005 National Book Circle Award is now up at the Boxcar Poetry Review.

X by Jean Valentine

I have decorated this banner to honor my brother.
Our parents did not want his name used publicly
-- from an unnamed child's banner in the AIDS Memorial Quilt.

The boatpond, broken off, looks back at the sky.
I remember looking at you, X, this way,
taking in your red hair, your eyes' light, and I miss you
so. I know,
you are you, and real, standing there in the doorway,
whether dead or whether living, real. -- Then Y
said, "who will remember me three years after I die?
What is there for my eye
to read then?"
The lamb should not have given
his wool.
He was so small. At the end, X, you were so small.
Playing with a stone
on your bedspread at the edge of the ocean.

Jean Valentine

Why I Do What I Do

I realize my postings have been: food comments, complaints, movie reviews, and pontifications on all things vapid.

Thus this as an explanation, excuse, virtual disclaimer about the state of my internet persona.

I do read. I do discuss cultural issues. I do contemplate line breaks. I do, I do, I do other things than what I say I do on the blog. Does that make sense?

Probably not. And I guess after a few more postings this note to the world will dissapear in the March archive (I'm a cynic). And no one will know why I do what I do.

Thought I'd write this to make myself (me) feel better, which according to the laws of Solopsism is the only thing that really matters.

My Favorite Bad Thing To Eat

Ten Don: Shrimp & vegetable tempura on rice & drizzled in teriyaki sauce.

This dish has a ridiculous texture. And I just read the flash fry method maintains the veggies original nutrients.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Who Got Lucky At AWP?




Inquiring minds want to know who I kissed & which poet picked his/her nose. Unfortunately that was E. who posted this, not me.

Since I'm semi on the subject of kissing. Let's talk about this.

To do so I'll have to reference the poet David Welch. He & his friends found a note at the AWP that said:

awp, where unfortunate looking people get laid for their grammar skills.


HILARIOUS, right? The problem is my grammar skills suck & my pronunciation is even worse (at times). Is this the reason why my play was nil to nada at the AWP?

Did you lock lips with anyone? I would love to hear & I'm sure others would love a good read. You could totally post anononymously. I like to live vicariously through others (it's a problem). And I know this is like 5 weeks after the AWP in NY time but humor me.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

At War With Brisket Baby

Yo, this photo is for anonymous. Otherwise known as "Brisket Baby."

I wish I could say it's the photo. But I look really short in the pic. Problem is most days I feel like I'm 5 feet with a 10.

On another note. Today is my grandmother's 93rd B-day! I'd like to give a shout out to a woman who was born in the 1900's and is still rocking her La Puente house & local senior center in lipstick & a full head of hair. Way to go Onecima! I tried to scan a pic of her at 17 (she was a hot Momma but my scanner contraption is way rickety).

I'd like to harass Brisket Baby a little more If you'll grant me the pleasure. I fought with him in Austin because this eatery served me a burrito with beef marinated in liquid smoke & bbq sauce. Gross! Brisket Baby then insisted that that the smoky protein mishap was exactly what"Brisket"was. I insisted it was a designation for a cut of beef, and not a designation for beef swimming in bbq salsa. I still think I'm right. Actually I know I'm right. Check this out: Brisket.

If anyone knows me to be incorrect, other than Anonymous, do set me straight. I enjoy being correct versus right.

Look Below 4 Newest Posting

I messed up the posting order. Thus the newest posting is after E's postings about AWP. Sorry peoples.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Off I Go

I'm leaving for MacDowell. I'll be there for five weeks. Won't you send me a note or a glittery rock?

Eduardo C. Corral
c/o The MacDowell Colony
100 High Street
Peterborough, New Hampshire 03458

AWP Bits (for Aaron Smith)

*
I'm in the middle of packing for MacDowell so I don't have time to post about AWP. Sad, I know. I really enjoyed meeting all the bloggers. And catching up with new and old friends. And kissing...I can say no more.
*
I had dinner with Suji Kwock Kim and Monique Truong. Eat YOUR heart out.
*
I saw a famous writer pick his nose.
*
Tony Tost has a reddish beard. Does that mean his pubic hair is reddish? If that's true then Tost has a clown in his pants!
*
Ali Stine, Rich Y., James Hall, Jericho Brown, C. Dale Young, Peter P. and Dean, Reb Livingston, Tony Robinson, John Espinoza, Charles, Corn Shake, Laurel, Victoria Chang and Todd, Julie Dill, Jeannine Hall Gailey, S. Luna, Emmy Perez, and some many others: thanks for making AWP so memorable this year.
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I have a big ol' crush on Patrick Phillips. He's so nerdy and yummy. I would love to "tuft" and "discover" him in bed. Ha! I'm so funny!
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I saw a lot of babies. Are poets having sex now? Who knew? Someone send me the memo. But don't send it to Josh Corey.
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Happy belated B-day to Zachary Chartkoff!
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Some lame-ass MFA student asked for my autograph. LOL. Poor thing.
*
Tony Robinson's voice doesn't match his face. Know what I mean? He's very nice and cute.
*
Jason Schneiderman was so friendly. I wanted to kidnap him.
*
I saw a famous poet piss in a potted fern.
*
Peter Covino should be forced to walk around AWP conferences shirtless. Would you sign that petition?
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I'm proud to say I only acted like a groupie once. Just once. I walked up to Andrew Feld and told him how much I adored his first book Citizen. He was sweet. I told him I recognized him from his author photo. Yes, I gagged on my words as I spoke them. But hey, the life of a groupie is tough.
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Kisses and hugs for Scott Hightower and Jose!
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Randall Mann, are you reading my blog?
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Can I say this in public? No, I can't. Sorry.
*
I finally found some ASU MFA students that I like. Hard to believe, no? Hi, Diana and Eva!
*
Michelle Martinez is so dirty. I like that.
*
Corn Shake, what happened to our drink! And by the way, your husband is hot. I'm all about the letter "D" now.
*
I saw Nick Flynn's boxers. Correction: the whole bar saw Nick Flynn's boxers. Judging from his underwear his favorite store is Target. Did I say that?
*
I so wish I could tell you something. But I can't.
*
Bin Ramke was wearing a Foetry t-shirt.
*
I saw Adam Clay in person. I recant my previous statement. He's not ugly. He's just so thin and small. He might break in half if I touched him. I've eaten watermelons that weigh more than him. Adam, eat something.
*
I was turned on by the I-Pod Pickle. Is that strange?
*
I *heart* Aaron Smith. I love his voice. And he's got a nice smile.
*
Highlight: getting a hug from Lorna.
*

Things Bought

I didn't buy many books this year. I was on a budget! How cool! How lame! But here's the list of my goodies:

Maria Melendez: How Long She'll Last in This World
Ana Bozicevic-Bowling: Morning News
Thomas Heise: Horror Vacui
Karla Kelsey: Knowledge, Forms, the Aviary
Anthony Robinson & Andy Mister: Here's to You
Gina Franco: The Keepsake Storm
Josh Corey: Selah
Juan Felipe Herrera: Thunderweavers/Tejedoras de Rayos
Susan B.A. Somers-Willet: Roam
No Tell Motel Anthology

I also bought/was given several journals.

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

There's Something About a Brown Face


Me and Sheryl Luna. Sheryl, it was a blast meeting you. I loved your Bratz notebook.

Rigoberto introducing Chicano legends: Alicia Gaspar de Alba, Benjamin Alire Saenz, Lorna Dee Cervantes, and Helena Maria Viramontes.

Liana Lopez, some chunky-but-still-cute guy, Francisco Aragon, and Manuel Muñoz.

Rich Yañez, Carolina Monsivaís, and Rigoberto.

Paul Martínez Pompa

Diana Marie Delgado

Thanks to Emmy Pérez for taking the photographs.

AWP: Mucho To Tell


Okay. I think this pic says it all. Raul Salinas & I. So much to tell but here is an attempt at some highlights.

Touching Joy Harjo's awesome tattooed hand Hugging Lorna Dee Cervantes at the Wings Press Table (she is my all-time inspiration & the reason why I even started writing)

Watching a muskrat pose beneath a picnic table while my friend Amanda and I screamed (compliments of the Hi-Hostel in Austin) Drinking cabernet with Rigoberto Gonzalez Forgetting my credit card at Raul Salinas' bookstore: Resistencia Forgeting my ATM pin code (!) Wearing cowboy boots & a hat to Dagoberto Gilb's Party Meeting up with the poet David Welch for free drinks at the Embassy Suites Arguing with the journalist Russel Contreras about "brisket" (I ordered a brisket burrito and realized a Tejas brisket burrito has liquid smoke in it Reading for Con Tinta at Dona Emilia's and being urged by Raul Salinas to cuss out the crowd because they weren't paying attention to me Meeting other MFA students during my panel (along with Tony Diaz, Amanda Pennelly & Russell Contreras about getting more students of color into MFA Programs) Meeting Tony Diaz & his beautiful wife and chatting about how Nuestra Palabra's movement is now institutionalizated at Columbia University's MFA Program OUR WORD Talking with Sandra Cisneros & other Macondistas Meeting Liana Lopez & Brian Parra of Nuestra Palabra

Thanks Con Tinta for inviting me to read! I can't wait for next year's fiesta. See ya'll in Atlanta.

AWP Bits: Part One

AWP Bits? Too generic of a heading for AWP Austin. How about:

AWP: Hell No! I Don't Want to Send to Your Crappy Journal.
Or
AWP Revelations: I No Longer Want to Give Adam Clay Head.
Or
AWP: Aaron Smith Told Me He Reads My Blog And That Made Me Wet.
Or
AWP: I'm Only Buying Your Book Because I Know No One Else Will.
Or
AWP Sluts: James Hall Thinks I'm a Swoon-Inducing Kisser.
Or
AWP: OMG! Did You See Joshua Clover? No, That Was PumpkinHead. Err. What's the difference?
Or
AWP Revelations: Bloggers Are Nice People.
Or
AWP: Randall Mann Is So Hot And Talented I've Decided to Rename My Penis After Him.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

O to Live in NYC!

Cyndi Lauper's Broadway debut is coming up late this month. She plays a whore and she looks amazing!

I love you, Cyndi!

And Rufus Wainwright is performing the entire classic 1961 Judy Garland concert with an orchestra at Carnegie Hall on June 14 & 15, 2006.

Be still my beatin' heart!

I freaking love Judy's 1961 CD. I have spent many afternoons lip synching those songs! Does that make me a queen?

Monday, March 06, 2006

Action Books/Tin Fish Press Reading at the AWP!

featuring Lara Glenum, Arielle Greenberg, Don Mee Choi,
Johannes Goransson and Susan Schultz.

WHEN: Friday, March 10 at 7:30
WHERE: Austin Museum of Art, Downtown
823 Congress Ave (Congress between 8th and 9th)

HOW TO GET THERE:
From the Hilton: Walk west four blocks on 4th street till you get to
Congress.

Walk north four blocks till you get to the museum.

From the Convention Center:
Walk one block north on Trinity St to e 2nd street
Walk three blocks west to Congress
Walk 6 blocks north on Congress to the museum.

ABSOLUTELY FREE!

Is Blas Blue Or ????

National Book Critics Circle Award finalist Blas Manuel De Luna is taking a poll to gauge his post-ceremony mood. His book lost out to Jack Gilbert’s Refusing Heaven. Is he blue? Neither here or there. Generally Bemused. Or is it time to hide the knives?

Vote! I voted twice!

Sunday, March 05, 2006

Responses to Comments Left to My AWP Hussies Unite Post


Gary: Please come up and introduce yourself. It will be a pleasure to shake your hand. Wait, you're not coming. Next time?

C. Dale: You might be the blogger I most want to meet. Or it might the other gay doctor. Or it could be...

Charles: Yes, I'm full of it.

Collin: Too bad you're not coming. We'd get along famously.
You: Pam Grier. Me: a Colt .45

Corn Shake: pink squirrels, fuzzy navels, beer, street run-off--I don't care what we drink as long as we toast together. I'm so mushy on Sundays!

Diana: I'm so over myself. If you only knew...

David: People who take my blog posts seriously need to check their heads. I like BWR. In fact, BWR published one of my best poems. BWR is dead, long live BWR!

Lorna: I can't wait to break bread with you. Are you bringing your infamous bird rattle?

Mary: I'm so there. Hardly no MFA students? Sounds like heaven.

Anonymous: Snobby? Me? How can I be snobby dressed from head-to-toe in Old Navy? Do tell. And I don't recall being a snob as an MFA student. I was too stunned by disappointment to function.

Simmons: Yes, you're going to be pretty lonely at your table not because you suck but because people at AWP are only interested in the big names. Ass kissers! I'll try to drop by and say hi. Though I hope I'm wrong and you're mobbed by groupies.

And apparently, I am the only one who wants to give Adam Clay head.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

Lambda Literary Awards: Children's/Young Adult


Rigoberto Gonzalez's book Antonio's Card /La tarjeta de Antonio is up for a Lambda Literary Award.

Yeah!

The other finalists are:

Totally Joe
by James Howe (Simon & Schuster)
And Tango Makes Three by Peter Parnell & Justin Richardson (Simon & Schuster)
Rainbow Road by Alex Sanchez (Simon & Schuster)
Swimming in the Monsoon Sea by Shyam Selvadurai (Tundra Books)

If You Want To Say Hello At AWP

This is what I look like:

Friday, March 03, 2006

Let's Pretend We're Bunny Rabbits

I'm listening to the Magnetic Fields and dancing around my apartment.

Let's Pretend We're Bunny Rabbits

If you knew how I long
For you now that you're gone
You'd grow wings and fly
Home to me
Home tonight
And in the morning sun

Let's pretend we're bunny rabbits
Let's do it all day long
Let abbots, Babbitts and Cabots
Say Mother Nature's wrong
And when we've had a couple'a'beers
We'll put on bunny suits
I long to nibble your ears
And do as bunnies do

Let's pretend we're bunny rabbits
Let's do it all day long
Rapidly becoming rabid
Singing little rabbit songs
I can keep it up all night
I can keep it up all day
Let's pretend we're bunny rabbits
Until we pass away

Let's pretend we're bunny rabbits
Until we pass away

I can't believe this happened! UCI Psychiatrist Bilked by Nigerian E-Mails. Just the other day I was talking with a friend about these scandalous & totally hilarious emails. Has anyone received them? Some of them are spin-offs, but all varieties sound like a bad draft of a James Bond movie: A wealthy foreigner who needs help moving millions of dollars from his homeland promises a hefty percentage of this fortune as a reward for assisting him.

The below is for those of you who were thinking of helping out your Nigerian amigo:

REQUEST FOR URGENT BUSINESS RELATIONSHIP

FIRST, I MUST SOLICIT YOUR STRICTEST CONFIDENCE IN THIS TRANSACTION. THIS IS BY VIRTUE OF ITS NATURE AS BEING UTTERLY CONFIDENTIAL AND 'TOP SECRET'. I AM SURE AND HAVE CONFIDENCE OF YOUR ABILITY AND RELIABILITY TO PROSECUTE A TRANSACTION OF THIS GREAT MAGNITUDE INVOLVING A PENDING TRANSACTION REQUIRING MAXIIMUM CONFIDENCE.

WE ARE TOP OFFICIAL OF THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT CONTRACT REVIEW PANEL WHO ARE INTERESTED IN IMPORATION OF GOODS INTO OUR COUNTRY WITH FUNDS WHICH ARE PRESENTLY TRAPPED IN NIGERIA. IN ORDER TO COMMENCE THIS BUSINESS WE SOLICIT YOUR ASSISTANCE TO ENABLE US TRANSFER INTO YOUR ACCOUNT THE SAID TRAPPED FUNDS.

THE SOURCE OF THIS FUND IS AS FOLLOWS; DURING THE LAST MILITARY REGIME HERE IN NIGERIA, THE GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS SET UP COMPANIES AND AWARDED THEMSELVES CONTRACTS WHICH WERE GROSSLY OVER-INVOICED IN VARIOUS MINISTRIES. THE PRESENT CIVILIAN GOVERNMENT SET UP A CONTRACT REVIEW PANEL AND WE HAVE IDENTIFIED A LOT OF INFLATED CONTRACT FUNDS WHICH ARE PRESENTLY FLOATING IN THE CENTRAL BANK OF NIGERIA READY FOR PAYMENT.

HOWEVER, BY VIRTUE OF OUR POSITION AS CIVIL SERVANTS AND MEMBERS OF THIS PANEL, WE CANNOT ACQUIRE THIS MONEY IN OUR NAMES. I HAVE THEREFORE, BEEN DELEGATED AS A MATTER OF TRUST BY MY COLLEAGUES OF THE PANEL TO LOOK FOR AN OVERSEAS PARTNER INTO WHOSE ACCOUNT WE WOULD TRANSFER THE SUM OF US$21,320,000.00(TWENTY ONE MILLION, THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THOUSAND U.S DOLLARS). HENCE WE ARE WRITING YOU THIS LETTER. WE HAVE AGREED TO SHARE THE MONEY THUS; 1. 20% FOR THE ACCOUNT OWNER 2. 70% FOR US (THE OFFICIALS) 3. 10% TO BE USED IN SETTLING TAXATION AND ALL LOCAL AND FOREIGN EXPENSES. IT IS FROM THE 70% THAT WE WISH TO COMMENCE THE IMPORTATION BUSINESS.

PLEASE,NOTE THAT THIS TRANSACTION IS 100% SAFE AND WE HOPE TO COMMENCE THE TRANSFER LATEST SEVEN (7) BANKING DAYS FROM THE DATE OF THE RECEIPT OF THE FOLLOWING INFORMATIOM BY TEL/FAX; 234-1-7740449, YOUR COMPANY'S SIGNED, AND STAMPED LETTERHEAD PAPER THE ABOVE INFORMATION WILL ENABLE US WRITE LETTERS OF CLAIM AND JOB DESCRIPTION RESPECTIVELY. THIS WAY WE WILL USE YOUR COMPANY'S NAME TO APPLY FOR PAYMENT AND RE-AWARD THE CONTRACT IN YOUR COMPANY'S NAME.

WE ARE LOOKING FORWARD TO DOING THIS BUSINESS WITH YOU AND SOLICIT YOUR CONFIDENTIALITY IN THIS TRANSATION. PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE THE RECEIPT OF THIS LETTER USING THE ABOVE TEL/FAX NUMBERS. I WILL SEND YOU DETAILED INFORMATION OF THIS PENDING PROJECT WHEN I HAVE HEARD FROM YOU.

YOURS FAITHFULLY,

DR CLEMENT OKON

NOTE; PLEASE QUOTE THIS REFERENCE NUMBER (VE/S/09/99) IN ALL YOUR RESPONSES.

Notebook Page


C. Dale is inviting bloggers to share a page of their notebooks. Never say no to a doctor. Here's the latest page of my current notebook. It's a draft of a poem I'm working on titled "To a Jornalero."

What's a "jornalero?" A day laborer. Some years ago I was driving past a house and I noticed a jornalero was cleaning out the garage. I slowed down enough to watch him take out a few things. The last thing I saw him take out was a French horn. A simile came to me: a man holding a French horn in his arms like a butcher in El Dorado holding the golden entrails of cattle.

Click on page to enlarge it.

AWP Hussies Unite!


AWP is next week. I'm going. I know a lot of bloggers will be attending. C. Dale, Charles, Peter, Josh C., Corn Shake, Reb, Tony, Zach, Adam C., Gina, and Woody. Who else?

Is Paul Guest coming? He owes me a drink.

I'm worried I won't have enough money to buy all the books I want!

I'm going to stock up on extra copies of Black Warrior Review. To use as toilet paper.

I'm still going to ignore Sabrina Orah Mark.

I hear Bob Hicok will NOT be attending this year. Too bad. But the Pitt table will be selling panties with tiny Hicok faces printed on them.

I don't want to play favorites but there's one blogger I just can't wait to meet.

I'm thinking of tinkering with my name badge so it spells out: Eduardo C. Corral, editor of New England Review. Think of the free drinks!

Corn Shake! You must have a drink with me!

I promise not to dance.

I'm going to keep a list of biggest ass kissers. I expect one or two bloggers to be on it.

I'm staying at the Hilton. Come find me.

The worst thing about AWP? All those MFA students.

The second worst thing about AWP? All those MFA students.

I'm going to walk up to the Mid-American Review table and shout out,
You should be ashamed!

Am I the only one who wants to give Adam Clay head?

I'm in Love with Scott Hightower

Poems Here

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Chicago Bits

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The Museum of Contemporary Art was a blast.

My favorite piece was "Him" by Maurizio Cattelan. You walk through several empty rooms (which is unexpected) until you reach a room where you find a diminutive figure kneeling on the floor. The figure has its back to you. You walk up to it thinking this is a child, or a young man dressed in his Sunday best. You stand before the figure and this is the face you see.
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The clouds in Chicago are barge-like.
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Sisyphus Walking is going to give away a hardcover book of poems on his blog. Check it out.
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I didn't apply to Bread Loaf this year. Last year I got in but I had to turn down their offer. I wasn't feeling Bread Loaf this year. I hope you get in.
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I, of course, had a big fat hot dog. Yummy. May I have another?
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I bought a postcard of Joseph Beuys' "Felt Suit." His work makes me giddy.
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On Monday I attended the Action Books reading at Columbia College. Lara Glenum is a fantastic reader. Just enough intro to each poem. A strong and interesting reading voice. And poems that just fucking rock. She comes from a family of preachers. Well, that explains a lot. Her book The Hounds of No is one of my recent faves. Buy it!

Johannes Goransson read his translations of Aase Berg's poems. Her work is not my cup of tea but I just sat back and enjoyed the jagged music of Johannes' translations. And like Johannes pointed out, her latter work does come off as lullaby-like.

Arielle Greenberg also read. I didn't like her reading style or her reading presence at all. Her reading voice is weak. And she just stands there. I don't expect poets to do jumping-jacks but use your body to claim the space you're in. Her intros to her poems were too long and filled with too much information. Let the audience figure out some things for themselves! I think she read the longest. Well, it felt like she read the longest. I almost went to sleep. But the people behind me kept me awake with the nasty things they were saying about her work. I turned around once and gave them a dirty look. You don't talk trash about a poet while she/he is reading. That's just rude. Foul! I was very disappointed. She's a fine poet. In fact, I copied her poem "Pastoral" into one of my notebooks.
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Thanks to J.M. Sanchez for hosting me for four days in Chicago.
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I will be manning the No Tell Motel table at AWP on Thursday from noon to 2PM. Drop by and say hi. I was promised a seat right next to Tony Robinson. Tony, wear your nicest cologne!
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Err...Wasn't this post supposed to be about Chicago? I ate a hot dog. Did I already mention that?
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At the Action Books reading I ran into a lot of my Iowa classmates: Keith D., Bridgett Bates, James Shea, Parker Smathers, and, of course, Joyelle and
Johannes.
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If You Are Out Of The Loop

Like me. Watch Oldboy. Don't read the reviews or the plot summary. Just rent it.

Like any movie it's got flaws. And like any person you're going to have some complaints.

I found out about this movie a week ago and placed it at the top of my Netflix cue (I'm giving Netflix another try after they were delaying my movies on purpose because I watch 3 movies a day) and was totally blown away. It was released in 2003 (The States Release Date) and given lots of hype at Sundance. Apparently lots of people know about it (minus me). My friend Espy, even told me that by now the movie is "passe."

As a warning, the first 20 minutes is kind of snoozy but it's engrossing from there.

If you are turned off or agitated by violence don't rent this movie & don't say I didn't warn you. I'm more of drama movie watcher. But a thriller/mystery/action movie is awesome when it's well done.