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Thursday, April 30, 2009

University of Wyoming Professor Missing In Japan: NPR

Poet and professor Craig Arnold went missing on a Japanese island three days ago where he had gone to see a local vollcano.

Arnold, a volcano enthusiast and professor at the University of Wyoming in Laramie, has visited many volcanoes around the world and written poems and essays about them.

Professor Peter Parolin, chair of the English Department at the university, says Arnold has always been attracted to extreme places.

"For Craig, poets go and should go where most of the rest of us don't," he says.

The search for Arnold, which went on for three days, has been extended for another three, Parolin says.

A Noun Sentence

A noun sentence, no verb
to it or in it: to the sea the scent of the bed
after making love ... a salty perfume
or a sour one. A noun sentence: my wounded joy
like the sunset at your strange windows.
My flower green like the phoenix. My heart exceeding
my need, hesitant between two doors:
entry a joke, and exit
a labyrinth. Where is my shadow—my guide amid
the crowdedness on the road to judgment day? And I
as an ancient stone of two dark colors in the city wall,
chestnut and black, a protruding insensitivity
toward my visitors and the interpretation of shadows. Wishing
for the present tense a foothold for walking behind me
or ahead of me, barefoot. Where
is my second road to the staircase of expanse? Where
is futility? Where is the road to the road?
And where are we, the marching on the footpath of the present
tense, where are we? Our talk a predicate
and a subject before the sea, and the elusive foam
of speech the dots on the letters,
wishing for the present tense a foothold
on the pavement ...

Mahmoud Darwish, translated by Fady Joudah

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

a brief note to sheryl luna

Sheryl, your latest post is very unfair to Francisco Aragon. You paint him as unprofessional and as some kind of king-maker. He's neither.

I have nothing but respect for Francisco. He's working hard to promote Latino/a poets. And he's not playing favorites. He's been kind to me and my work in the past. He's been kind to the work of many Latino/a poets. Including your work.

But Francisco doesn't wield king-maker powers. He can't break or make a career. And why rely on someone else? Make your own opportunities.

No one is entitled to "success" in the poetry world. One must fight tooth and nail for one's art. Have you fought tooth and nail?

A lot of your posts in the past have been thinly veiled attacks on Francisco. I've held my tongue before, but I can no longer stand by as you drag Francisco's name through the mud.

But what really makes me sad is all the energy you must be spending on dissing Francisco. Spend all that time and energy on your fine work!


Monday, April 27, 2009

boxcar poetry review

the new installment of boxcar poetry review is up.

check out the conversation between ely shipley and ching-in chen. and don't forget to read the interview with amy liann tudor.

Hottie of the week: Sean McGuire


i've been a bad blogger.
i've been writing a lot. i've been working on a crown of sonnets. well, on a group of poems; each with 14 lines. each poem is built around a line from another writer. i'm using lines by ted berrigan, cherríe moraga, robert duncan, ofelia zepeda, maría meléndez. i'm also using corrido lyrics, and snippets from oral histories from women who lived in Califas in the 19th century. i'm envisioning these poems as a new section in my mss.
love love love krod mandoon and the flaming sword of fire.
with the sonnets i'm forcing myself to change my writing habits. i'm giving myself only three days to work on each sonnet. then they're done. no tinkering for months.
the new depeche mode disc sucks. and so far i'm not enjoying neko case's disc. and to top it off, i hate the latest disc by the decemberists.

Thursday, April 09, 2009

my diva

it's a great day for cyndi lauper fans.

first: she signed a book deal with Simon & Schuster to write her autobiography.

second: she'll be joining the cast of bones next fall.

third: she's going to appear in the season finale of 30 rock.

have i told you that i've written an ode for cyndi? i have. i so adore her.

Wednesday, April 08, 2009


We were a river of blessings.
three hours. last sunday leonard cohen rocked my mind for three hours. what an amazing show. i wish i could say it better. but when something touches me deeply, i have a hard time articulating my feelings/ thoughts.
Saskia Hamilton, Joseph Harrison, Terrance Hayes, Lyn Hejinian, Laura Kasischke, Barbara Ras, Lisa Russ Spaar, Larissa Szporluk, and Daniel Tobin have won Guggenheim Fellowships for 2009. Complete list here.
A lot of queer poets write poems that ask, if not, beg for your pity. Coming out stories, incest tales, jerky boyfriends, gay-bashings.
Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
There's a tree where the doves go to die
There's a piece that was torn from the morning
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost


Interview: D.A. Powell

My favorite dedication to a book, ever, was Lucille Clifton’s dedication of a book to her late husband Fred: “See ya later, alligator.” Readers had a difficult time with that one, but it’s a beautifully intimate moment in a very public space.

Thursday, April 02, 2009

Mariposa Club

Rigoberto González, jack of all trades, has just published a YA novel: The Mariposa Club.

from the publisher:

As they embark on their final year of high school, the Fierce Foursome—Maui, Trini, Isaac, and Liberace—decide to do something big, something that will memorialize their friendships for when they all go their separate ways and begin their new “adult” lives.

Already accustomed to the hardships that come with being openly gay in high school (not to mention in their homes), the boys can’t begin to imagine what they will be faced with when they set out to create Caliente Valley High School’s first GLBTQ club.

All four boys are remarkably different, and they have been brought together for the time being by their shared feelings of being on the periphery at school, at home, and in the community. But once the Mariposa Club is formed, they will not only have a place where they belong and that is all their own, but it will be a place for future students who feel as displaced as they do.

Little do they know that when the town is rocked by a tragic homophobic incident, the high school and entire community will turn to the Mariposa Club as a symbol of their grief and fear.

is this thing on?

i'm at the library. so many ugly people reading books.
24 poets name some of their favorite titles
i'm killing my babies. tossed out some of the oldest poems in my mss this week. very painful. poems published in the nation, quarterly west, meridian gone. like i said: painful.
going to hear lenoard cohen this sunday! can't wait.
correction: there are no ugly people in the library. when you read a book you are beautiful.
this library chair is uncomfortable. my ass is falling asleep.
...Sarah Manguso, very generously offered to read my manuscript and give me feedback. I remember being shocked when she mailed back the manuscript with some nice comments, but also with the recommendation that I cut over one-third of its poems. It was a little like cold water in the face...