Thursday, August 29, 2013

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

to appear in a SAM ACE poem is a magical thing I have not words for

here is the poem Sam passed along, published in Amsterdam's Versal No. 11:  click here to go to Versal's site & buy the issue

I’m a dirty now
Samuel Ace © 2013

Begin message:

From:  L
Subject:  I'm a dirty now and it feels like a trash heap no the suburbs and the green and the rug the pretty oriental and the blue stairs up the careful wood rail I climb now in the clean heaven-white paint the sit little man in the clear clever air that settles in the drawer and the nubby bedspread too white to hide in the dark where the dirty dirty and dust I’m a dirty now and don't have time to climb any more stairs really there‘s no more time to for this republic this shirt this ear I stare at and want to eat well maybe that's where I should inhabit and should stop waiting to dig under the pachysandra to cry through the coonsie games because it’s time to be here rifled time to be here in body here in the unimagined to sing like the blow on your hearty hair to sing like Shelly’s loamy Georgia earth I'm a dirty now and itching fumes too wary but I will go back undestined and walk into the miles-long forest where the thrush follows and I will find a reed and sit down in the snow next to that little gurgly creek I don't even see but smell so don’t prevent me from going back don’t throw me out rounding first don't feather and curtain the doll with crib death don’t take refusal as a guide say yes I will whisper whisper there's no more time I want to see you held in hunger held in little rent

Date:  July 15 7:51:02 PM MST

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

love to Dutch - legendary writer & coolest man in the room

i had the privilege to dine with Dutch one night.  i sat between he & Jim Harrison at Casa Vicente in Tucson in March of 2010 & i'm still not the same.  your face & your words are forever with me.  i will write that novel since writers can't be poets, or just poets anymore.  i'm sending you & yours peace.  "only the earth endures." 

Sunday, August 18, 2013

thank you, Kathy. I will keep this letter close to my heart always.

one of my favorite students, one of the brightest i've ever had the opportunity to work with (from a Sp 2012 102 lit class), found me here in Nola via the kindest letter.  i am so grateful for your words, Kathy.  this is what keeps me going in this thing called academia i've never felt comfortable in.  that i can make a real difference.  this letter reinforces i am on the right path.  for that & more, i thank you, Kathy.  you have a letter coming your way soon.  xxoo-- 

making of a garden

from Voltaire, Candide, respectfully:

"Neither need you tell me," said Candide, "that we must take care of our garden."

"You are in the right," said Pangloss; "for when man was put into the garden of Eden, it was with an intent to dress it; and this proves that man was not born to be idle."

"Work then without disputing," said Martin; "it is the only way to render life supportable."

The little society, one and all, entered into this laudable design and set themselves to exert their different talents. 
The little piece of ground yielded them a plentiful crop. Cunegund indeed was very ugly, but she became an excellent hand at pastrywork: Pacquette embroidered; the old woman had the care of the linen. There was none, down to Brother Giroflee, but did some service; he was a very good carpenter, and became an honest man. Pangloss used now and then to say to Candide:

"There is a concatenation of all events in the best of possible worlds; for, in short, had you not been kicked out of a fine castle for the love of Miss Cunegund; had you not been put into the Inquisition; had you not traveled over America on foot; had you not run the Baron through the body; and had you not lost all your sheep, which you brought from the good country of El Dorado, you would not have been here to eat preserved citrons and pistachio nuts."
"Excellently observed," answered Candide; "but let us cultivate our garden."



i love chicken and watermelon 

summer soup 

there's Mallory, a friend of mine from my Bklyn days who is from NOLA

real Nawlins! / i look beat from two eight hour days of Loyola orientation





ralph sent the lightning pic from tucson - i bet the ponies were scared // sean munro passed along the frank standford poem below

Dreamt By a Man In a Field

I am thinking of the dead
Who are still with us.
They are not like us, they are
Young and beautiful,
On their way in the rain
To meet their lovers.
On their way with their dark umbrellas,
Always laughing, so quick,
Like limbs flying back
In a boat before night,
So constant,
Like the glass floats
The fisherman use in Japan.
But for them there is no moon,
For us the same news
We do not receive.

-Frank Stanford, orig published in Barataria, 1977

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

it is official - thank you Bruce Covey! - i am very happy Lions goes to Coconut

This is Coconut’s biggest announcement ever!!!! We are beyond beyond-thrilled to announce the following books!!!!

The winners of the Elizabeth P. Braddock Prize for 2013 (to be published spring 2014) are:

Jennifer Tamayo, You Da One &
Shelly Taylor, Lions, Remonstrance

The winners of the Joanna Cargill Prize for 2013 (to be published fall 2014) are:

Alexis Pope, More No Good &
Tyler Gobble, More Wreck More Wreck

Equally exciting & forthcoming from Coconut:

K. Lorraine Graham, Meta Horror (Spring 2015)
Leopoldine Core, And Satisfaction (Spring 2015)
Carina Finn, Invisible Reveille (Fall 2014)
Emily Toder, Backfire (Spring 2014)
Andrea Rexilius, Séance (chapbook; Spring 2014)

Subscriptions for this fall (with titles by prizewinners Steven Karl, Jiyoon Lee, Lauren Ireland, and Alexis Orgera) will be available soon!!!

And Amber Nelson’s book should be out soon too!!!

Many, many, many thanks to everyone who submitted to our open reading period and contests!!! We’re so sorry we can’t publish more great titles!!! Altogether we had over 400 incredible entries!!! Poets who had been finalists and semi-finalists will be notified via email over the next couple of weeks.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

gimme something of my new home / filled with a lightness / everything too hot for, malaise / and your mama's good looking / don't you cry

And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high

Oh, Your daddy's rich
And your mamma's good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry

One of these mornings
You're going to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky

But until that morning
There's a'nothing can harm you
With your daddy and mammy standing by

And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high

Your daddy's rich
And your mamma's good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry

Louis Armstrong & Ella Fitzgerald - Summertime by kamatrikero

Saturday, August 10, 2013


do ho suh does stuff to me.  this is my second time with this piece, "karma," & i just love it.

oldenburg back there / mardi gras beaded oaks

right before a deluge / i got very boy hair again

Friday, August 9, 2013

moving moving goodbye georgia fresh in town nola home

crack of dawn moving day in ga

morning i left ga

team hazmat : backyard had poison oak & sumac

hotel monteleone cocktail hr

good luck nola

uncle thomas made me this bookshelf

new backyard

lovely lovely

view from my office window

genius sesame street, genius.