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Monday, November 30, 2009

Domestic Mysticism

In thrice 10,000 seasons, I will come back to this world
In a white cotton dress. Kingdom of After My Own Heart.
Kingdom of Fragile. Kingdom of Dwarves. When I come home,
Teacups will quiver in their Dresden saucers, pentatonic chimes
Will move in wind. A covey of alley cats will swarm on the side
Porch & perch there, portents with quickened heartbeats
You will feel against your ankles as you pass through.

After the first millenium, we were supposed to die out.
You had your face pressed up against the coarse dyed velvet
Of the curtain, always looking out for your own transmigration:
What colors you would wear, what cut of jewel,
What kind of pageantry, if your legs would be tied
Down, if there would be wandering tribes of minstrels
Following with woodwinds in your wake.

This work of mine, the kind of work which takes no arms to do,
Is least noble of all. It's peopled by Wizards, the Forlorn,
The Awkward, the Blinkers, the Spoon-Fingered, Agnostic Lispers,
Stutterers of Prayer, the Flatulent, the Closet Weepers,
The Charlatans. I am one of those. In January, the month the owls
Nest in, I am a witness & a small thing altogether. The Kingdom
Of Ingratitude. Kingdom of Lies. Kingdom of How Dare I.

I go on dropping words like little pink fish eggs, unawares, slightly
Illiterate, often on the mark. Waiting for the clear whoosh
Of fluid to descend & cover them. A train like a silver
Russian love pill for the sick at heart passes by
My bedroom window in the night at the speed of mirage.
In the next millenium, I will be middle aged. I do not do well
In the marrow of things. Kingdom of Trick. Kingdom of Drug.

In a lung-shaped suburb of Virginia, my sister will be childless
Inside the ice storm, forcing the narcissus. We will send
Each other valentines. The radio blowing out
Vaughan Williams on the highway's purple moor.
At nine o'clock, we will put away our sewing to speak
Of lofty things while, in the pantry, little plants will nudge
Their frail tips toward the light we made last century.

When I come home, the dwarves will be long
In their shadows & promiscuous. The alley cats will sneak
Inside, curl about the legs of furniture, close the skins
Inside their eyelids, sleep. Orchids will be intercrossed & sturdy.
The sun will go down as I sit, thin armed, small breasted
In my cotton dress, poked with eyelet stitches, a little lace,
In the queer light left when a room snuffs out.

I draw a bath, enter the water as a god enters water:
Fertile, knowing, kind, surrounded by glass objects
Which could break easily if mishandled or ill-touched.
Everyone knows an unworshipped woman will betray you.
There is always that promise, I like that. Kingdom of Kinesis.
Kingdom of Benevolent. I will betray as a god betrays,
With tenderheartedness. I've got this mystic streak in me.

Lucie Brock-Broido

bits

i worked 8 hours today! my feet are sore.
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currently reading:
tsim tsum: sabrina orah mark
if birds gather your hair for nesting: anna journey
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why do all the crazies talk to me at starbucks?
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the light is blue
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Saturday, November 28, 2009

victoria chang interviews dan beachy-quick

...I think that lyric tradition offers a way in which both language and music may co-exist, opposites that nonetheless do not destroy each other, but continually reduce the other’s dominance as a representative mode. It is work, but a strange kind of work—one that lets the notion of work subside into listening.
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LINES

The lightning struck him and left a scar.
The wind stopped blowing and the wheat stood up.
Self-tensed self, who is this I that says I ?
I had a scar in the shape of  lightning
That split in half when I opened my mouth.
The sun  just a circle of  heat in the sky
Throwing absence in the shape of clouds
Down on the field. Another life placed
In the middle of  the life I called my own.
A lesser god commanded the front: return.
A little god knocked about in the germ.
The third person put me outside my own sphere.
A small god chanting lightning in the synapse.
Wind blows the wheat down. He calls it prayer.

dan beachy-quick

Monday, November 23, 2009

acknowledgement bits

once again: congrats to luke for winning the caption contest. you all can't see me, but i'm almost smiling.
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last night i spent time working on my acknowledgement page. why? because some contests require you to send in an acknowledgement página along with your ms. the nerve!
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i've been lucky. so many people and institutions have supported my work. it boggles my mind. i've been given many gifts.
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my acknowledgement page is going to be long. how long? levi johnston long! okay, bad pun.
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the easy past was thanking the institutions. Yada yada yaddo. But coming up with individual names was stressing me out. i didn't want to forget anyone, which is crazy considering the ms hasn't been picked up yet, and i have like months and months to revise the acknowledgment page.
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but i found a solution!
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this is how i came up with the names for my acknowledgement page. i gave myself two minutes, and with out really "thinking" about it, i wrote down the names of the people i feel indebted to, people who have opened doors for me, people who have pushed me through doors.
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skyscrapers are scraping together your voice...
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there's the obvious names on the list. teachers. poetry buddies. editors. etc. but there's also the names of a few people who did what i'm sure they consider "small" things for me, but those acts of kindness meant a lot to me. geez, i'm tearing up a little.
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and yes, some bloggers made the cut. some bloggers have been tremendously kind to me and my work.
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oh, my gosh. this amazing hunk just walked by me. give me a few minutes, folks! i need to catch my breath.
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some of you have asked: eduardo, have you sent out your ms this fall? alas, my friends, i have not. but i'm getting closer to letting it go.
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how about i make a deal with you?
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when my ms gets picked up, i will probably have to wait a few days or weeks to tell all of you. but how about this: when you see my acknowledgement page published on my blog that will be your sign that my ms has been picked up.
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look, ma! i can't keep a secret.
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you know what else boggles my mind? the anthologies that have reprinted my work. a lot of these anthologies are taught or will get taught at the college level. i might not have a book, but there some college kids out there being assigned my work. that's so freaking cool and odd, no?
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i'm not bragging. you all know i'm a big ball of self-doubt and hesitation.
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and because keith wants to know: i have a poem in this anthology that comes out in 2010.
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big ball! i called myself a big ball. truer words have never been typed.
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spring book contests, here i come!
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this is the poem that annie finch was kind enough to include in the anthology. i think it's one my best poems. it's the second poem in the ms.
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i'm in love with all of you tonight.
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Today is the FINAL caption showdown: The Caption Off

congrats to luke! i'm not a sore loser. really. i'm not.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

bits

i hate it when bloggers brag about lit journal acceptances. who cares? i don't.
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i can't wait for new moon this friday.
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jordan, jump on the platitude bandwagon!

dark is the night.
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i'm a little bummed. i can't apply to go back to bread loaf until i get a book published. shucks! that might be YEARS from now! ha. i had such a great time there this summer. but you can't apply for a waitership if you've already been there as a scholar. makes sense. too bad. i will be dreaming about you, bread loaf.
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tonight is the finale of project runway and i could care less.
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i have a poem forthcoming in this journal. i'm very happy about this.
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i work in a pumpkin patch.
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song of the moment: "one wing" by wilco.
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One of the biggest challenges for a writer is to risk failure, I think. And in risking failure, you just might write stunning new poems. But chances are, these new poems might not be embraced by the people that embraced your work before. I've been obsessing about these issues for a while now as I try to push myself to overcome stasis in my writing.
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i'm right there with you, victoria.
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

hottie of the week: barbie cyndi lauper doll (coming january 2010)


I gotz to have this!

pity the bitter poets

sometimes there's no difference between indignation and self-promotion.
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community is not a noun; it's a verb.
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haven't we learned anything from chicana poets/ scholars? we can use our intelligence, our creativity to leap over adversity.
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if you don't like what you see going on around you, get up and do something about it. don't just whine and whine.
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i think of community as a mansion with many rooms. find your room. but don't isolate yourself. walk the hallways, knock on other doors, welcome others into your room.
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don't play the victim card again and again.
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if your book didn't get the attention you thought it deserved, then welcome to the club. how many books come out each year? how many get ignored or pushed aside? plenty.
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if people only talk about your tantrums and accusations and not your work, then you are in trouble.
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community is not a noun; it's a verb.
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009

2010 Andrés Montoya Poetry Prize

Eligibility

Latino/a poets who have not had a book professionally published. Authors of chapbooks and self-published works are eligible, but the manuscript submitted should not have been published as a whole in any form. Manuscripts may be submitted elsewhere simultaneously, but authors must notify the Institute for Latino Studies immediately if a manuscript becomes committed to another press. It is understood that, in the absence of such notification, the winning author is committed to publishing his/her manuscript with the University of Notre Dame Press. A manuscript committed to another press is not eligible for the Andrés Montoya Poetry Prize. There is no entrance fee. Employees and students of the University of Notre Dame are not eligible.

Final Judge: Silvia Curbelo

Deadline: postmarked no later than January 15, 2010.

Complete guidelines here.

such an amazing book cover!


j. michael martinez: heredities: winner of the 2009 walt whitman award.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

apply! apply! apply!

Philip Roth Residence in Creative Writing, Stadler Center for Poetry, Bucknell University

Named for the Pulitzer Prize-winning Bucknell graduate and initiated in the fall of 1993, the Philip Roth Residence in Creative Writing offers an emerging writer four months of unfettered writing time during Bucknell's fall semester, without formal academic obligations. The Residence is designed to grant the writer time to complete a first or second book. The resident presents a public reading of his or her work and otherwise constitutes a literary presence on campus during the fall. Providing lodging on campus, an office in the Stadler Center for Poetry, and a stipend of $4,000.

To be eligible, an applicant must be more than 21 years of age, must reside in the United States, and must not be enrolled as a student in a college or university. (Persons enrolled in a college or university at the time of application are eligible). Some record of publication is desirable. Please note that the 2010-11 Roth Residence will be awarded to a poet. The term of the Residence is late August through mid-December 2009.

Complete guidelines here.

bits

congrats to bino realuyo for winning the 2009 philippine national book award in poetry.
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do you want to hear some of the 2009 bread loaf readings? well, you're in luck! some of the readings are now on iTunes. click here. you can hear me read as part of the tuition scholar reading. i start reading around 15:34. and yes, i was nervous. and no, i didn't say the f*word.
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susan rich is now blogging.
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two poems: rane arroyo.
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Call for Submissions: Packing House Reviews


Deadline is this Saturday, November 21st. But don't worry, you have time to submit via email.

Complete guidelines here.

now available


They Speak of Fruit by Gary L. McDowell
29 pages

The first title from CooperDillon containing poems which originally appeared in such wonderful journals as New England Review, Anti-, Copper Nickel, Bat City Review and others.

You can buy it here.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

hottie of the week: the thought-fox


The Thought-Fox

I imagine this midnight moment's forest:
Something else is alive
Besides the clock's loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.

Through the window I see no star:
Something more near
Though deeper within darkness
Is entering the loneliness:

Cold, delicately as the dark snow,
A fox's nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now

Sets neat prints into the snow
Between trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come

Across clearings, an eye,
A widening deepening greenness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
Coming about its own business

Till, with sudden sharp hot stink of fox
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed.

Ted Hughes

bits

my bits bring all the boys to the yard...
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i'm wreck. i'm not cut out for contests. i can't do it. no way, jose.
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victoria has some poetry book suggetions here and here
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i'm getting old. each time i eat pizza i get heartburn.
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very cool cover!
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i'm going to miss two more book contest deadlines this week.
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rigoberto loves chapbooks.
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another cool cover!
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voyage, voyage.
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recent Google searches that led to my blog

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Nuestra Señora de las Iguanas
Forrest Gander
a creative couplet with 50 lines
Kapoor la fiesta columbia
are most Eduardos tops?

good news!

Emmy Pérez wins 2009 Alfredo Cisneros Del Moral Foundation Award

The Alfredo Cisneros Del Moral (ACDM) Foundation is pleased to announce the winner of the 2009 ACDM Award: poet Emmy Pérez (McAllen, TX). This year’s award totals, $8,912.

Emmy Pérez is the author of a poetry collection, Solstice (Swan Scythe Press, 2003). She holds degrees from Columbia University and the University of Southern California. Her work has appeared in Prairie Schooner, North American Review, Notre Dame Review, New York Quarterly, Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, Indiana Review, Crab Orchard Review, and the anthologies The Wind Shifts: New Latino Poetry and The Weight of Addition: an anthology of Texas Poetry. She is a contributing editor for The Writer's Chronicle, Latino Poetry Review, and Texas Books in Review. Currently, she is an Assistant Professor and teaches in the MFA program at the University of Texas-Pan American in the Rio Grande Valley.

The Alfredo Cisneros Del Moral Foundation was created in 2000 to honor the memory of Sandra Cisneros' father, an upholsterer. "My father lived his life as an example of generosity and honest labor," Cisneros has written; "Even as he warned us to save our centavitos, he was always giving away his own. A meticulous craftsman, he would sooner rip the seams of a cushion apart and do it over than put his name on an item that wasn't up to his high standards. I especially wanted to honor his memory by an award showcasing writers who are equally proud of their own craft."

Monday, November 09, 2009

the WILLA list

Women in Letters and Literary Arts started The WILLA List to note great books by women that Publishers Weekly missed in their all-male top ten "Best Books of 2009" (they included just 29 women authors on their extended list of 100!). The wiki format allows anyone to create or edit an entry, so we can all work together to chronicle our favorite books by women in 2009. Please add your favorites in alphabetical order in the correct category, but please be sure the book was first published in 2009. We will do our best to verify each new listing.

click here to read & to add to The WILLA list

Sunday, November 08, 2009

robert vasquez on mad men

I've viewed AMC's Mad Men for at least a few episodes (partly because of the success the show had at the latest Emmy's), and I think I've ascertained the series appeal: Like many 1950s fare, people of color aren't visible or viable as equals, and homosexuality exists elsewhere.
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bits

sunday bloody sunday.
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i took a pre-employment urine teat the other day. i hope i pass. just kidding!
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donald justice poetry prize: deadline extended to december 1st.
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did i just write "teat" instead of "test?" what a typo!
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correction: i took a pre-employment urine test the other day.
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The worlds of poetry and pro hockey rarely intersect...
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gawd, there is a hot guy here at starbucks. his shirt reads: give me a beer. should i walk up to him and say: how about a queer?
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pool is now an online journal.
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Call for Submissions: ReBound Series

Submissions are now being accepted for our second annual ReBound Series. Please read

The ReBound Series expands the mission of Seven Kitchens Press to bring new and/or underappreciated writers to a broader audience by reprinting out-of-print chapbooks in select new editions. Each title in the series will feature an introductory foreword by a nominating writer (who will be given the opportunity to edit the introduction); self-nominations will not be accepted. As with all our titles, the authors (if available) will work closely with the editor in the production process; each chapbook will feature a full-color cover and ISBN, and will be printed in an initial set of 125 copies.

Complete info here.

Kazim Ali: Write Something on My Wall: Body, Identity and Poetry

Here in a camp where young Jewish children were given music lessons, dance lessons, art lessons, then ushered quickly to their deaths, even the imaginary holds real menace: “He drew a German shepherd inside a cage/and blacked the cage with a crayon//It was sealed shut/but he could hear the dog barking at night.”

Saturday, November 07, 2009

Full Moon and Little Frieda

A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket -
And you listening.
A spider's web, tense for the dew's touch.
A pail lifted, still and brimming - mirror
To tempt a first star to a tremor.

Cows are going home in the lane there, looping the hedges with their warm
wreaths of breath -
A dark river of blood, many boulders,
Balancing unspilled milk.
'Moon!' you cry suddenly, 'Moon! Moon!'

The moon has stepped back like an artist gazing amazed at a work
That points at him amazed.

Ted Hughes

Wednesday, November 04, 2009

interview: justin marks

...I had started a new manuscript, but I hadn’t given up on A Million in Prizes. I had, however, given up on contests, for basically all the reasons you mention. My intention was to focus on small presses. I was convinced I could find someone to believe in the book and publish it. I was also seriously thinking about publishing it myself. I think the whole idea of “vanity publishing,” at least among many contemporary poets, is being given the lie; that is, really great poets are starting small presses and publishing their own books

Call for Submissions

Witness seeks manuscripts for a special portfolio titled "Blurring Borders." In addition to general submissions, we invite work that addresses border crossing (both literal and figurative), immigration, and diaspora communities.

complete guidelines here

Women In Letters And Literary Arts

For Immediate Release November 2, 2009

Why Weren’t Any Women Invited To Publishers Weekly’s Weenie Roast?

Publishers Weekly recently announced their Best Books Of 2009 list. In their top ten, chosen by editorial staff, no books written by women were included. Quoted in The Huffington Post, PW confidently admitted that they're “not the most politically correct" choices. This statement comes in a year in which new books appeared by writers such as Lorrie Moore, Margaret Atwood, Alice Munro, Mavis Gallant, Rita Dove, Heather McHugh and Alicia Ostriker.


“The absence made me nearly speechless.” said writer Cate Marvin, cofounder of the newly launched national literary organization WILLA (Women In Letters And Literary Arts), which, since August, has attracted close to 5400 members on their Facebook web page, including many major and emerging women writers. “It continues to surprise me that literary editors are so comfortable with their bias toward male writing, despite the great and obvious contributions that women authors make to our contemporary literary culture.”


WILLA’s other cofounder, Erin Belieu, Director Of The Creative Writing Program at Florida State University, asked, “So is the flipside here that including women authors on the list would just have been an empty, politically correct gesture? When PW’s editors tell us they’re not worried about ‘political correctness,’ that’s code for ‘your concerns as a feminist aren’t legitimate.’ They know they’re being blatantly sexist, but it looks like they feel good about that. I, on the other hand, have heard from a whole lot of people—writers and readers--who don’t feel good about it at all.”

PW also did a Top 100 list and, of the authors included, only 29 were women. The WILLA Advisory Board is in the process of putting together a list titled “Great Books Published By Women In 2009.” This will be posted to the organization’s Facebook page and website. Press release to follow.

WILLA was founded to bring increased attention to women’s literary accomplishments and to question the American literary establishment’s historical slow-footedness in recognizing and rewarding women writers’ achievements. WILLA is about to launch their website and is in the process of planning their first national conference to be held next year.

(Note: until recently, WILLA went under the acronym WILA, with one “L.” If you’re interested in the organization, please Google WILA with one “L” to see background on how this group was originally formed.)

For more information contact:

Erin Belieu
ebelieu@fsu.edu

Cate Marvin
catemarvin@gmail.com

Sunday, November 01, 2009

hottie of the week: chef nate appleman

the numbers

victoria chang breaks it down:

Since 1985, the Whiting has given out 69 awards to poets (this includes poets/nonfiction, and poets/other genres too).

*61% were male, 39% were female

*11% were awarded to African American poets

*3% were awarded to Asian American poets

*1% were awarded to Native American poets

bits

had a job interview with home depot today. for seasonal work. it went well.
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Peonies may indeed be the sluttiest of flowers…
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i had a good halloween night. i took the kids trick-or-treating. my nephews dressed up as a werewolf and a knight. my niece was a witch. afterwards, i "charged" each of them a fee of four candy pieces. they were not happy.
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so i didn't send to two contests. this is old news to my facebook buddies. i froze with fear with just the thought of slipping my ms into a large, padded envelope. paging, dr. freud! though i am making progress: before i couldn't even print out my ms.
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o robert hayden!
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aren't you tired of this contest drama? i sure am.
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review of oscar casares' amigoland

... "Amigoland" reads fluidly. It is clear and easy to read, but it requires plenty of patience.