Poets in Hedge Funds

Just wanted to post a piece that originally appeard in the June 25, 2006 edition of The Observer, called "Arbitragedy: A Hedge-Fund Poet's Bittersweet Ballad" written by my colleague Regan Good: http://www.observer.com/node/39054

Monday, April 30, 2007

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Palinodes at the Ear Inn

Went to hear my friend Hui Hui read at the Ear Inn Saturday afternoon. Hui Hui (Tung-Hui Hu) has two books out, now: Mine just out from Ausable Press; and The Book of Motion which won the Eisner Prize and was published by The University of Georgia Press in 2003. Please buy them. It was a small but fun crowd in the back of the ba--ran into some former University of Michigan MFAs from class years before mine (Kirk Davis and Jennifer Kietzman) and we ended up spending the rest of the day together (yay for red velvet cupcakes!) We also met some new friends of Hui Hui's he made at the MacDowell Colony earlier this year.

The Ear Inn feels like a bar from another century with its old wood beams and ship pictures. I heard my friend Michael Tyrell read there last summer during the World Cup and let’s just say there was less competition for the poets to be heard this time around. The other poet who read, Emily Moore, had some lovely sapphic love poems. And Hui Hui’s new poems, primarily palinodes, were inspiring.

Palinodes are poems of retraction, the most famous of which was written by the Greek poet Stesichorus who was supposedly struck blind after writing a lyric that accused Helen of being the cause of the Trojan War. Upon recanting in his palinode, the veil of blindness was lifted.

The form is traditionally marked by a strophe and antistrophe, a call and response with an AB ode followed by the A’B’ palinode. The A and A’ (and B and B’) form the strophe and antistrophe. But any poem of retraction can be called a palinode these days without following this form. I often find the best poets are those who contradict themselves, but the palinode exercise opens some additional doors in a poet’s body of work, to reference back to former poems, ways and images in which ideas were once posited, and revise or negate them. It fits well with the poetics of negation I seem to be interested in of late.

A photo of Hui Hui, and one of me, Jen and Kirk:






Monday, April 23, 2007

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What I've Been Reading

Not that anyone else is probably interested, but every now and then I like to make a list of books I recently read. So here I go: Bernard Cooper’s A Year of Rhymes; Mark Doty’s Dog Years; Philip Pullman’s His Dark Materials: The Golden Compass; Cynthia Hogue’s Incognito Body; Brenda Shaughnessy's Interior with Sudden Joy; Rick Hilles's Brother Salvage; Aristotle’s Poetics; Kei Miller’s Kingdom of Empty Bellies; Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s Love in the Time of Cholera; Edwidge Danticat’s Krik? Krak! And I just started Patrick Chamoiseau’s Texaco. Expect more Caribbean lit in the weeks to come...I am headed to Jamaica after all.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

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The Cat and the KGB Bar

National Poetry Month has begun. There are already more readings than I can attend as friends send me notes informing me that they'll be reading here, reading there. I'll hit what I can. And save my mixed feelings about this month for another post.

Last night I attended a pre-reading cocktail party at Katy Lederer's in honor of Brenda Hillman and Matt Rohrer who then read at the KGB bar. When I arrived I was greeted by a handsome Siamese Chocolate Point kitty named “Mew” who was coming down the stairs as I was ascending. Mew turned and walked the rest of the way up with me. We had kitty time—head and ear scratching, sniffing, a playful nibble of my palm. But as the apartment filled Mew began hissing at others, and so his mother gave him a time out in the bathroom so he could think about his hissing.

Katy’s apartment is beautiful and she had a fire going on this mild spring evening. I can’t remember the names of every guest, but Brenda and Matt Rohrer were there along with Starr Black, Matthew Zapruder, Joshua Beckman, Tim Liu, Regan Good and a blur of other faces I can’t all place on this Tuesday morning. Brenda was quite friendly and I can see why she is hailed as a generous person and teacher. I love her squeaky voice!

The KGB bar was packed and I fought to focus on the readings, enjoying the red walls and black ceiling and the old photographs and propaganda plastered to the walls. The crowd was a mix of seated middle aged spectacled folk and standing young painfully hip kids from the New School and NYU it seemed. I felt out of place with both.

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

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