Line tamer.
Click HERE to read and hear me read “Grafted” in the March/April “Nature in the Cracks” issue of qarrtsiluni. I also love the meaning of qarrtsiluni; it comes from an Iñupiaq word that means “sitting together in the darkness, waiting for something to burst.”
Check out a video of Anne Carson and company performing the beginning of “Possessive Used As Drink (Me): A Lecture on Pronouns in the Form of 15 Sonnets” on the 92nd Street Y Blog. Anne Carson reading “Possessive Used As Drink (Me): A Lecture on Pronouns in the Form of 15 Sonnets”
As I mentioned in a previous post, my friend and coworker Liz Stephens commissioned me to write a poem in response to a short experimental film she recently completed with the composer Matt Sargent. The poem is called “Moving Image #1 [the heart strobed superimposed]” and is the first poem in a series I’ve been Read More …
Last night I went to see my roommate Richard Gallagher in the play Missivesby Garret Jon Groenveld. Richard plays Ben, a gay white man in apartment 102 who starts slipping letters to his neighbor, Lia (played by Shamika Cotton), an African-American woman in apartment 103. The gesture annoys Lia at first, (“what’s the difference between a Read More …
I heart the Canadian poet and classicist Anne Carson. I was introduced to her work during grad school by my friend Suzanne Hancock (also from Canada and also an amazing poet; check out her Another Name for Bridge). I had heard much about Anne’s Autobiography of Red and Suzanne lent me her copy. I read it in Read More …
Just wanted to post some pics from the 2/9 Ear Inn Reading (thanks Maeghan!):
At first the method of repetition turned me off, but I soldiered on and halfway through I began to understand what Kincaid was up to and accept some of the repetition in the following ways: 1. A refrain or chorus that is repeated throughout, such as the repeating of Mr. Potter’s birth and death dates, Read More …
Happy Leap Day. So last night I attended the University of Michigan at Carnegie Hall concert thanks to some tickets from a new friend and colleague, Tom Wisniewski. We were in Box 1 on the first tier, practically part of the orchestra. I mused “this must be what it feels like to be Queen” as Read More …
A conversation started on GoodReads in response to my line “Remind me to destroy my fragments folder before I die” when I was commenting on Elizabeth Bishop’s Edgar Allan Poe & The Juke-Box, the volume of fragments and unpublished poems Alice Quinn put together. It’s funny, some would argue that if a writer really didn’t want Read More …
I heard Michael Palmer read back when I was studying at Michigan. Perhaps I wasn’t ready for him then (that happens, that writers speak to you at different points in your life, even certain books speak to you differently when you read them again at another time, in another space, at another place in your Read More …