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Monday, July 27, 2009

lesbian bits

current favorite track: "this tornado loves you" by neko case.
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attention lesbian writers! arktoi books, an imprint of red hen press, is reading poetry manuscripts. complete guidelines here.
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got a handwritten rejection note from beloit poetry journal today. they really liked two poems but the identity of the speaker in one poem was a bit unclear to them. they said something about the other poem but unfortunately i couldn't make heads or tails of the sentence.
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currently reading: into the beautiful north by luis alberto urrea.
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i like tennis.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

hottie of the week: eddie mcclintock


from warehouse 13

Rigoberto González: 2 Poems

over at la fovea

and take a look at my poem

cool blog

Saeed Jones's for southern boys who consider poetry

Richard Rodriguez Interview

I'm constantly depressed by the Mexican gang members I meet in East L.A. who essentially live their lives inside five or six blocks. They are caught in some tiny ghetto of the mind that limits them to these five blocks because, they say, "I'm Mexican. I live here." And I say, "What do you mean you live here — five blocks? Your granny, your abualita, walked two thousand miles to get here. She violated borders, moved from one language to another, moved from a sixteenth-century village to a twenty-first-century city, and you live within five blocks?

I know Mr. Rodriguez is referencing the mindset of gang members, but his words also apply to many Chicano/a poets of my generation. Including myself. Lately, I've been struggling with my poems because I feel they're too safe, too limited. My poems only roam through five or six blocks. I want my poems to be like the abuelita in Rodriguez's interview: I want them to violate borders, to move from one language to another.

Sigh. Time to tear my poems down again. Time to rebuild.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

The Lexi Rudnitsky First Book Prize

The Lexi Rudnitsky First Book Prize (formerly the Lexi Rudnitsky Poetry Prize) is a collaboration between Persea Books and The Lexi Rudnitsky Poetry Project. It sponsors the annual publication of a poetry collection by an American woman poet who has yet to publish a full-length book of poems. The winner receives an advance of $1,000.00 and publication of her collection by Persea.

In addition, beginning this year, the winner receives the option of an all-expenses-paid residency at the Civitella Ranieri Center, a renowned artists retreat housed in a fifteenth-century castle in Umbertide, Italy.

Complete guidelines HERE

The 2010 Julia Peterkin Award

The 2010 Julia Peterkin Award is open to all poets writing original works in English. Previously published works are eligible for inclusion in the submission.

The winner will receive $1000 and travel expenses for a reading at Converse
College. Winner must be willing to read in the Fall 2010 Visiting Writers
Series.

Complete guidelines HERE

Friday, July 24, 2009

getingt to know you meme: suzanne tagged me on facebook

1. What time did you get up this morning? 9:30AM

2. How do you like your steak? I rarely eat steak. But when I do I like it medium rare

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? The new Harry Potter.

4. What is your favorite TV show? Right now? Hmm. I don't have favorite shows. I have favorite channels like HGTV, Bravo, MSNBC.

5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? France. Or Norway. Or China.

6. What did you have for breakfast? Nothing

7. What is your favorite cuisine? Does Wendy's count as cuisine?

8. What foods do you dislike? Hmm. I don't like sweet sauces.

9. Favorite Place to Eat? Wendy's. Indian joints. Chinese joints. Geez! No wonder I'm overweight!

10. Favorite dressing? His tongue.

11.What kind of vehicle do you drive? Saturn SUV

12. What are your favorite clothes? All my favorite clothes are items I've stolen from my brother-in-law. A blue-striped shirt. A corduroy jacket. And my Colgate t-shirt.

13. Where would you visit if you had the chance? Spain. England. Chile.

14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full? I see no cup.

15. Where would you want to retire? Pacific northwest. I love rain.

16. Favorite time of day? Late night.

17. Where were you born? Casa Grande, Arizona. Take that, Minutemen!

18. What is your favorite sport to watch? Baseball. I like the sport, and baseball players turn me on like crazy.

19. Who do you think will not tag you back? The Muse.

20. Person you expect to tag you back first? Well, I'm not tagging so why would I get tagged?

21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this? Cyndi Lauper.

22. Bird watcher? Only if they're in an oven.

23. Are you a morning person or a night person? Night. Didn't I answer this already? Pay attention!

24. Do you have any pets? No. My nephews and niece have pets. Two dogs, two cats and a fish.

25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share? I'm left-handed.

26. What did you want to be when you were little? A tutu. Nuff said.

27. What is your best childhood memory? Hmm. Too many to list.

28. Are you a cat or dog person? Cat.

29. Are you married? No. I'm a bachelor for life. Like the wind.

30. Always wear your seat belt? Yes!

31. Been in a car accident? Yep.

32. Any pet peeves? I hate backstabbers. And climbers. And I dislike it when bloggers claim every book and poet is brilliant. Bullshit.

33. Favorite Pizza Toppings? Eucharist. Okay, I'm really going to hell now.

34. Favorite Flower? C. Dale Young.

35. Favorite ice cream? Strawberry.

36. Favorite fast food restaurant? Wendy's!

37. How many times did you fail your driver's test? Passed on first try.

38. From whom did you get your last email? Peter Balakian.

39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? A bookstore or a music shop or a home decor shop. Or Wendy's!

40. Do anything spontaneous lately? Does this meme count?

41. Like your job? Err..I need to find one first. Ha.

42. Broccoli? I rather kiss the sky.

43. What was your favorite vacation? Anytime I visit NYC.

44. Last person you went out to dinner with? My mom. She paid.

45. What are you listening to right now? A-ha's new album: Foot on the Mountain.

46. What is your favorite color? Green.

47. How many tattoos do you have? None.

48. How many are you tagging for this quiz? None. I'm not cruel.

49. What time did you finish this quiz? 11:28AM

50. Coffee Drinker? Yes.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

my heart is broken

Yo Quiero No More: Taco Bell Spokes-Chihuahua Dies at 15

hottie of the week: forrest gander

residencies for women writers: soapstone

from the website:

Located in Oregon’s Coast Range, nine miles from the ocean, the retreat stands on twenty-two acres of densely forested land along the banks of Soapstone Creek and is home to much wildlife. The writers in residence enjoy a unique opportunity to learn about the natural world and join us in conscious stewardship of the land.

Is Soapstone for you?

Soapstone will be accepting applications this summer for residencies from November, 2009 to November 2010.

Applications must be postmarked no earlier than July 1 and no later than August 1.

a few of sappho's fragments translated by anne carson

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Fragment 52

I would not think to touch the sky with two arms


Fragment 56

not one girl I think
who looks on the light of the sun
will ever
have wisdom
like this


Fragment 147

someone will remember us
I say
even in another time


Fragment 162

with what eyes?



from If Not, Winter

ploughshares edited by jean valentine

Winter by Ashley Capps
Late Night Talks with Men I Think I Trust by Diana Marie Delgado
Deja Vu by Carmen Gimenez Smith
XXIII by Alessandra Lynch
Schoolgirl by Fady Joudah
from Holy Ghost People by Joshua Kryah
Los Sofocos by Denise Duhamel
Temper by Beth Bachmann
Caballero by Eduardo C. Corral

Sunday, July 19, 2009

The Rose

a labyrinth,
as if at its center,
god would be there—
but at the center, only rose,
where rose came from,
where rose grows—
& us, inside of the lips & lips:
the likenesses, the eyes, & the hair,
we are born of,
fed by, & marry with,
only flesh itself, only its passage
—out of where? to where?

Then god the mother said to Jim, in a dream,
Never mind you, Jim,
come rest again on the country porch of my knees.

Jean Valentine

Best of the Net Nominees 2009

I'm happy to announce my nominees for the Best of the Net 2009:

"This Isn't a Pushcart But I'm a Desperate for Any Kind of Recognition," by Collin Shelby
"Yaddo Here I Come!" by Walter Sampson
"This is the Last Time I Sleep with the Editor of an Online Journal," by Juan Torres
"B.A.P. This, Bitches," by Charlie Jackson
"Can You Believe Fence Magazine Passed on This Best-of-the Net Nominated Poem?" by Ashlee Smith

Friday, July 17, 2009

art that rocks my world


Magazine Toloache Boy: Oil on Canvas: Julio Galán: 1998

3 bits

i spent last night importing cds to my itunes library. what a chore! there were some albums that i imported completely. like the decemberists' her majesty, the pet shop boy's discography and death cab for cutie's plans. but mostly, i spent the time importing cuts from cds i rarely listen to anymore. like three tracks off duran duran's notorious and two tracks off a lisa lisa and cult jam album.
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bread loaf is fast approaching. they sent me a packet earlier this week. it contained some basic information: what to pack, daily schedules, planned activities. also included in the packet was a sign-up sheet for group/ one-on-one meetings with magazine and literary press editors. i opted to meet with a literary press editor in a group setting. i already have my questions for the editor ready: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?
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the most embarrassing but oh-so-good song that i imported last night? "love don't cost a thing" by jennifer lopez. i still love that jam. i'm listening to it right now.
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Mary Kasimor reviews Craig Santos Perez

The type font and the arrangement of the words in this collection work well together. The words on the page are arranged as though they were links of silver, or links of words to ideas that have been carefully preserved.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

good news

Congrats to Bradley Paul for winning the 2009 Donald Hall Prize in Poetry!

Monday, July 13, 2009

monday bits


Congrats to Brandon Som for winning the Tupelo Press Snowbound Chapbook Award. The judge was Corn Shake! Brandon was one of the first poets I met at Arizona State. We talked about poetry; read each other's work. He's a sweet and bright man. I'm very happy for you, Brandon!
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I finished a new poem last night. What to know the title? Okay! "Dishwasher Wanted."
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I'm blogging from a Starbucks.
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A review of Robert Krut's The Spider Sermons.
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Listening to Neutral Milk Hotel's In the Aeroplane Over the Sea a lot these days. One of my favorite albums.
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Where are all the handsome men? Usually this Starbucks is crawling with hot men but they're MIA today.
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I love the photograph above. It was taken on the day of my niece's baptism. About three weeks ago. I just noticed that some white stuff is coating my tongue. Ha. It must be cake. The cake was so good, but I should know better: shut your mouth when someone is taking a photograph.

Friday, July 10, 2009

ha

David Keeling rated his literary magazine rejections.

Thursday, July 09, 2009

bits

how hot was it today? 108 degrees! and they say a heat wave is coming this weekend.
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bruce smith: devotion: al green.
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ever get the feeling you've unintentionally cribbed a line from another writer? i have two lines that are bugging me because i think i've seen them somewhere before. i hate that feeling! will you help me? read these two lines and tell me if you've seen them before in a poem, novel, craigslist ad, etc.

in his hands a saxophone is nothing like an ampersand

salt lick, slick asphalt: his sweat-rinsed & flickering skin


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bruce smith: devotion: red roof in.
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i really like taylor swift's "you belong to me" single. i can't help it.
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Sunday, July 05, 2009

Where to begin????

Mexican midget wrestlers killed in hooker romp

Rigoberto González reviews Helena Mesa

Though fire and water dominate the imagery, neither can exist without oxygen -- that is, without breath or pause. And in Mesa's poetics, each of these moments opens up into a world of making sense of "what is, what was" and what can be: "leaves raise their silver hems / to walk though puddles not yet formed."

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Mechanics of Early Autumn

Migrant workers pick late tomatoes,
the rows half-tidy, the last before the men
pack and move on, leaving beehives
half-fallen from a tractor, combs empty.
Lilac fails yellowing grass. Steeples finger
the hammocked sky, insignificant rebellions
you would say, simple details like cracks in a mug
cast as sadness. Glaze cracks, china chips,
the day is not unraveling. And still
on the drive, leaves raise their silver hems
to walk through puddles not yet formed.

Helena Mesa

hottie of the week: zachary quinto

Cerise Press: A Journal of Literature, Arts, and Culture

Never heard of this online journal, but this installment is packed with good stuff.

Beginning on a Line by Tomas Tranströmer by David Welch.

Choreography of Hidden Parts II by Karen An-Hwei Lee. Love the line: iron prose turns the body.

Death's Door by Laura Kasischke.

And many more poems! Check it out. And don't forget to read the interviews.

Thomas Lux:
Was it Paul Valéry who said, “Ah, the avant garde, the only thing that never changes.”? That said: People should write whatever the hell they want, however they want. All kinds of poetry. Room for all kinds. What’s good will stick around for a while, what’s not will dry up and blow away.

chris o. cook: interview

I was trying to do this kind of Frank O’Hara thing where I just plainly stated who was there and what happened, but when I did it, it didn’t work like it did for O’Hara, because I didn’t have all his little subtleties yet (and still don’t). It was just flat. So I wanted to figure out how to do something that was musical and trippy and tightly-packed like the Romantics, but sounded more arch and contemporary, and without any of that academic nonsense that no-one likes unless you’ve been to school for it. Sylvia Plath, for example, pulled off what I just described, but confessionalism and that much explicit narrative self right up front, it just seemed… well, over. I wanted something very personal but without actually telling stories about myself. And the final piece in the puzzle at that point was realizing that this was how Kurt Cobain...