Worthwhile?

Not sure if any of this is worthwhile, but what the heck. No one's reading this, because no one read it in the first place, and then I quit writing in it, and started back without making it well known. So I am probably the only person seeing this. Which I don't mind at all.



So, got some good news (isn't this what poets blog about? I don't know...) the other day--The Denver Quarterly has accepted (at least one of) my poem(s)! I'm really excited. I love them muchly.

Such good readings as of late. I was mostly enchanted by Saturday night's reading at Flying Object. For weeks I had been jumping around excited at the fact that one of my favorite new(ish, it's always ish) poets, Julia Story, was coming to read. Her book, Post Moxie is one of those books that change the way you think about poetry. In the best way possible. Just one more possibility, one more opening for poetry. She's one of those people, like Juliana Leslie and so many others, that I want to see do very very well. But I digress. I went because of Julia Story, and was so happy to see 2 other wonderful poets read as well! Sampson Starkweather and Paige Taggart were phenomenal! And all three of the readers fit in so well with each other. Also we got to see some of Ryan Macdonald's videos, which were amazing in their own right. So so happy. And Julia Story talked about how she is ashamed at how much she likes Sylvia Plath, and read a few of her (out of so many, I think!) poems written either to or for Sylvia. And that just about sealed the deal. Made me so happy.

There's one coming up tomorrow too which I will probably freak out about as well-- Michael Earl Craig and Natalie Lyalin. WOOOT. Natalie's book is also one that changed my life/the way I think about poems, possibilities. And my students are in love with her as well.



Been really interested in pulsars, in space, in possibilities for energy in space--black holes, pulsars, stellar nurseries, dark matter, dark energy...there's so much that we don't know. How did animals become so magical? How did humans start to shed tears for emotional purposes? Or laugh? Or smile? Or create art? How strange it is to be anything at all.

Wrote a poem called about Pulsars. Called Pulsars.



Still writing Anne Frank poems. Put them into blocks of text. Got weird. In love. Her anxieties are my anxieties. By which I mean to say, my anxieties are very slight in comparison to hers.

Another reason I am excited about tomorrow:

BARBRA ON OPRAH. A "The Way We Were" interview with Robert Redford, apparently the first they've ever done together. And Mandy Patinkin and Kris Kristofferson talk about her. Which I am just so pleased to see.

Love love love, so much love.

Did I do this right?