Feeling better. The kids always get me sick when I get back to Arizona.
A big THANK YOU to the Arizona Commission on the Arts for a modest but vital professional development grant. The grant will cover my airfare and my taxi fare to and from the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts. Thanks, Arizona!
I finished a poem on December 31. And I love it. Love it. Feels good to love my poems again.
I don't know why but I've been stressing about "connections" to contest judges these past few months. Why? Because I'm submitting my collection to contests. Duh. Anyway, I was going overboard with my self-imposed diligence. I cut out one contest because I chatted with a judge briefly at an AWP party. And I cut out another contest because I had a poem published in a journal guest-edited by a judge. (She was kind enough to send a personal acceptance note. That was cool because I adore her work.) But these aren't "foetry-like" connections. I haven't studied or interacted in any meaningful way with these judges. Never been a student or even a casual acquaintance. Don't worry, Dear Reader, I've come to my senses. I've put the two contests back onto my list. Let sanity rule.
Currently listening to: Steve Reich.
Here's a list of the poets I've studied with or poets that I've had some meaningful interaction with. If any of these poets were judging a contest I wouldn't submit:
Beckian Fritz Goldberg
I'm not listing some obvious names. Like anyone on my blogroll. And a lot of poets from my generation.