Miss Miss, that's me.

Dang it all, I have missed everything and everybody lately. How are you? I miss you.

Josh Corey's written a grand report of the PSA festival that I missed last week. And yes I do feel that selfish about it: how dare they continue without me! Ha ha. Still, now I feel almost as if I were there. But I am still sorry to have missed the chance to chat with him again. (Next time!)

Ilya Kaminsky is reading yet again this coming Saturday at the Ear Inn (see Broder's site--linked at right) with Justin Marks (of LIT--you shall be left in fine hands). Hoping to catch that, since I also missed IK at Frequency. But with sister & her boyfriend coming Friday, you can just never tell what will happen.

In other news: I spied daffodil points breaking ground surrounded by snow in the park on the way to work this morning. Come on, spring!

Postcard!

Winnow Press is making these for me to take to AWP. Wowee. Looks great, no?



They're also making a bookmark, with the cover image and their website address. Very nice.

Starting to feel real.

Dream

I dreamed I was a stand-up comedian, playing to a large crowd at some kind of outdoor festival. I was supposed to do two sets, with a short break between them. The first set went really well--even I thought I was funny, and it felt comfortable, everything clicking. But after the break I returned to the stage and the mic squealed and hollered. I couldn't think of a single joke. Afterward, I had to sit through a performance critique, which I didn't take very seriously, choosing to blame the failure of the second set on the technical difficulties. "They've forgotten about my stellar first set!" I kept thinking.

Reading list update

Neglected to post the February reading summary before. It's appended to the last day of the month now.

Balance

Another rejection (on a cold sub to a top tier mag).

But a terrfic new blurb too. (That's three down, three to go!)

Next yikes: the author photo.

Miss Partymisser

That's me. Happy birthdays to Brendan & Seanie.

Your future Ashbery

The Sunday NYTBR will feature a piece on John Ashbery.

Mildly provocative? Wildly scandalous? Vaguely interesting? Nice photo? Summary: Reading Ashbery gives the former editor-in-chief of the NYTBR a headache! And his first book wasn't his first book it was a chapbook--see you can't fool the NYTBR. Except with language poetry; language poetry is truly incomprehensible. John Ashbery is old. And difficult. But he's a genius. And everybody knows it. And so does the NYTBR.

Thanks NYTBR!

Don't get me wrong; I was glad to see him there.

So, oh ok, thanks NYTBR.