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Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Winter Bits

12 degrees, people!
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I need to buy something to cover my ears. A scarf wrapped around my ears isn't cutting it.
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Columbia University = beautiful campus. I enjoyed walking around after I finished teaching yesterday.
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My new joy? Hot coffee.
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It's a shame there's no snow on the ground.
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I want to build a poet snowman. Instead of coal, I would use small turds for the eyes. Ha.
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Saturday, January 19, 2013

Rigoberto González interview

"I will tell you what matters: demonstrating our importance and visibility to our young people who don’t like to read or who don’t know that members of their own community write books. I will use as an example my own brother, who for the longest time bragged that he had only read one book in high school, J. D. Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye. But when he read in the local newspaper that the school district had banned Arturo Islas’ The Rain God, he asked me to get him a copy."

Read the interview here.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Did this really happen?


Salon asked writers to list their favorite books of 2012. Junot Díaz picked Slow Lightning. Here's what he said:

Best book of the year is without question Eduardo C. Corral’s Yale Younger Prize winning collection “Slow Lightning.” I carried this book with me across the country and back and it’s here with me in this high cold place I’ve found myself. The border, the agonies of the migrant, how love vanishes before it can even begin its extraordinary life, the New America that is unfolding at the edges of our cities, a young man’s awakening dreams — they’re all here, cast in magnificent subtleties. The collection’s title is both understatement and a promise — Corral’s genius moves through like a force that is part wave, part current. Irresistible.

Here's the complete list.

back bits

I'm back in NYC. Today was cloudy and rainy. My kind of day.
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Have you heard? Richard Blanco is the Inaugural Poet! I can't stop smiling.
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I start teaching next week. I bought school supplies this evening: pens, folders, paper, a new printer. And a Smurf backpack. Just kidding. Maybe.
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Booked three nights at a hotel in Dublin. I'm staying in the Temple Bar area, which is party central. Don't worry, dear readers, I won't go crazy in Ireland. Trust me. I don't like to get drunk. Heck, I don't even like the taste of beer. Yucky stuff.
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I almost booked a room at a castle! But the castle was too far from downtown Dublin. I want to be in the middle of everything.
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I'm so behind. My to-do list keeps growing. But here I am blogging. Sigh.
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Rain
Rain
Rain
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Am I the only person not watching Downtown Abbey? I think I might be. I have no interest in watching it. What's wrong with me?

Monday, January 14, 2013

Bits

Last night in Arizona. I will be back in NYC in 48 hours.
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I must apologize to folks I planned to have coffee with. A family emergency derailed my plans.
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Hi, Phyllis!
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I'm coming back in September. I will be reading at the Poetry Center at the University of Arizona. Go Sun Devils! Ha.
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I've also added a reading in Fresno, California to my schedule. I will post my updated schedule soon.
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Hi, Manuel!
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Bought new sweaters yesterday. I really hope NYC gets some snow. I love winter. Come on, weather gods.
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Not writing.
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I dig the revamped blogger app. Now I can save drafts, post pics quickly from my smart phone.
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My phone is smart, y'all!
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Friday, January 11, 2013

Wonderful poem!!

First Smile

for Oliver

More beautiful because without intent
and seldom. Little spits of rain we are—
little dazzlers. Ghostherds from cottonwood
speed through the air, gazillions of seeds
in the fluff, the teeming soft of it, mobs
of birds pulsing skyward through their fog,
monogamous to death—as beautiful as this:

your small smile without intent. As everything first
seen and recognized is most beautiful—
sudden hummingbird, without agenda
or wariness. What we bear—the dust,
the dead blown by the dead—briefly lifts
before that bright infinity.

Alessandra Lynch

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Monday, January 07, 2013

I miss NYC















My new muse!



Early morning bits

I should be asleep.
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I'm not reading or writing. Oh no. I'm watching a crappy movie on SyFy.
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Many thanks to Marilyn Kallet for picking "To Tim Dlugos (Cento) ["An afternoon of steady light..."]" for inclusion in the 2012 Best of the Net anthology. The poem first appeared in Lambda Literary Review.
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I'm doing a series of centos. Thrilling, no?
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The last year has been overwhelming. I moved to NYC. Traveled to Europe for the first time. Published my first book.
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I still can't believe I have a book out! Each time I find a copy in a store, I want to do a little happy dance.
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FYI: I can't dance.
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I'm so thankful the book is finding readers. I'm so thankful the book is being taught.
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Centos for everyone!
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I'm traveling to Ireland in February. I'm reading and teaching a workshop at the Cork Spring Poetry Festival.
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I'm flying into Dublin. I will spend a few days in Dublin, then head off to Cork.
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This movie is bloody. Why am I watching it?
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