So am I the only dork going to the Dodge Festival this weekend?
2004 - 2009
Molly Arden, the girl your mother always warned you about, has a room this week at No Tell Motel.
The first round of poems at Vs. is up -- click on the Debate link to read them. All of the participants are supposed to vote for our favorites. I don't entirely understand the process, but if somebody has an issue with my poem they can challenge me to a fight or duel or smack me in the face with a pair of gloves.
. . . for me at least. As an undergrad in the early 90's the whole women in poetry topic had always been been presented front and center in my education to the point of where I tired of it. By the time I got to grad school in the late 90's I was more interested in catching up on the classics and filling in what I perceived to be major holes in my reading (something I'll probably be doing for the rest of my life. For instance, I've read nothing by this Zukofsky guy). I never felt like women didn't belong or contribute to poetry or that it had much bearing on me or what I could do. The fact that in the past women were shut out seems to be part of history and what can I do about that? Well, I can study and learn from it but I don't necessarily identify with it. I definitely don't feel like it's something I have to break free of and prove myself from.
Chapbooks received today from Allyssa Wolf (No Tell Motel contributor, week of October 11th):
It was bound to happen, No Tell Motel merchandising! Finally gifts for those hard-to-buy-for loved ones. My dad's birthday is tomorrow and I've already ordered him one of everything. Much cooler than a Home Depot gift certificate or getting him a "ridiculously fancy" socket set from Sears that he's going to immediately exchange for a more practical one after my stepmother accidently runs over the package in the driveway.
New issue of MiPOesias. Lots of wonderful poets including E. Ethelbert Miller, Gabe Gudding, Zachary Schomburg, Paul Guest, Tony Tost, Michael Schiavo, Daniel Nester, Diane Wald and many others.
Amy Gerstler brings her tequila and poems to No Tell Motel this week.
I noticed on Dan Nester's blog that he was was giving a reading in D.C. today and I thought it would be fun to attend. Tender Buttons was up for it too and agreed to meet me at the Dupont Circle metro. What should have been a pleasant afternoon and an escape from a second day of painting the living room wasn't quite what I had hoped.
Aimee Nezhukumatathil gets engaged and suddenly I'm on a crush list. How 'bout that? Let this be a lesson, stick around long enough, wait for the dust to clear and eventually somebody will have to notice you.
So Tupelo Press' cash award for this year's Dorset Prize is $10,000. Not that any of my manuscripts have ever fared well over there in the past. I like many of the books they've published, especially Jennifer Michael Hecht's The Next Ancient World and Anna Rabinowitz's Darkling.
See, I always subscribed for the articles.
I just got news from Greg that a mutual friend from CMU is on ABC's new reality show, The Benefactor. Actually I hadn't even heard of the program until I looked it up on my Tivo. I missed tonight's episode, but got a season pass for the rest. Hopefully Spencer didn't get booted off the first episode.
If you had the option to sign up for a brief weekly newsletter announcing the featured poet at No Tell Motel, would you?
Sam finally put his blog back up using an engine powered by chipmunks.
Looks like we're going to be a week or two early for the real changing.
Where did the week go?
We weighed Clyde last night -- Our scale may not be perfect but it confirmed our suspicion that Clyde is indeed losing weight. His peak was 21 pounds a few years ago, 19 pounds last month when the diabetes was diagnosed and last night he clocked in at 17 pounds! Check out this svelte bad boy!
The ceiling is patched. Chris did a good job. We decided to go for the whole shabang and redo everything. In two weeks we're going to paint the living room, dining room and foyer. But there's so many choices out there. Too many choices. Paint colors are unnecessarily complex. Here's what we narrowed it down to:
Is anyone going to Geraldine Dodge first weekend in October?
Chris was close with the first hole, but then he went the wrong way with the next four. I have some pictures of damage. We'll be busy patching this weekend.
Just got the OK from Chris to call a plumber. I left a message with a place his mum recommended that offers same day service. Hopefully someone will get over here in the morning.
Four giant holes in the ceiling and still no clue where the leak is. Fifth hole is about the be cut. Chris is calling them "freedom holes."
We don't have a chair high enough for Chris to get a good look inside the ceiling. He's on his way to his mum's to borrow her step ladder. I don't have a good feeling about this. Keep the faith. Keep the faith.
We were out this evening having dinner with friends only to come home and find water bubbles and stains on our living room ceiling. It's not a leaky toilet or sink, it appears to be a broken pipe. Chris is going to poke a hole in the ceiling and "fix it." I asked him if we should call a plumber, but he says the plumber would just poke a hole in the ceiling and fix it the same way. I'm putting faith in Chris because I read somewhere that's an important component of marriage. I fear by the end of the night our ceiling is going to look like swiss cheese and our carpet will be a swamp.
If your e-mails to me or to No Tell Motel have been bouncing, please leave me a message in the comment box with your e-mail address. A few weeks ago Chris installed spam filtering on all incoming messages into our network and its been blocking a handful of legitimate messages. I don't see what's being blocked and although Chris is supposed to be checking the logs every night, he doesn't exactly have an eagle eye. That's right, I said it.
Recently I received an invitation from Marc Pietrzykowski to participate in his new project, Vs., and online journal of deliberative poetry. What's deliberative poetry? From the About section of Vs.: "Using poetry to argue, debate, and deliberate about issues extra-poetical lost favour in the English speaking world around the time of the Romantics, and we hope to reintroduce the practice. Using poetry to insult, berate, and slander one's fellows also has a long history in the Western scheme of things (and others) . . ."