Facebook is addictive.
Yeah! I get to borrow a Bucknell car today. What will I do? Eat lunch at a nice place. Buy groceries. And...I can't think of anything else to do.
Mr. Mirror Box will now be reading my blog. About time. He mentioned on his blog (which I like and read) that he only reads the blogs of Steven S., Matthew Thorburn, and Gary McDowell. I was like: WTF? What about me? What about the glory of my blog? I want my props!
I had a good meal tonight. Prime rib. Mashed potatoes. Broccoli. Geez, broccoli is a funny looking word. It's those two Cs bookended by Os.
Listening to: Echo & The Bunnymen.
My wife made a list of the six top poetry competitions in the country, and Wick was one of the top six. Really? I hate to be a bitch (I really do!) but I don't think so. Are we talking book contests and other poetry competitions? Or just book contests? Either way: I wouldn't put Wick on a list of the top poetry competitions. Any list is going be subjective and meaningless. Hey, I've got time to kill! I'm going to make a list right now. But I don't think I could narrow my list down to six. I'm just going to list the ten book contests which I think are the most prestigious. Here goes nothing.
National Poetry Series
Pitt (the one named after a drag queen)
VQR Series (yes, I know this really isn't a contest, but the series rocks)
Wow, that is subjective. This list tells me two things. First, as a poet of color I place a high value on contests that publish books by writers of color. Second, I like big shiny contests. Kinda of depressing.