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damn if I can remember

Damn if I can remember who suggested Lucia Perillo’s Inseminating the Elephant, but consider yourself thanked (and take credit if you’d like to). I picked it up at the library today.
Oh! Now I remember! It was on the SF Gate’s list of best poetry books of 2009.
Inseminating the Elephant, by Lucia Perillo (Copper Canyon; 93 [...]

March, O March, oh what shall I read?

Joseph Harker is taking over the Poetry x 12 project.
March — Read a poetry collection written by a poet who has been featured in a movie. This is a challenging one, but there are actually a number of movies about poets. Here is a link to get you started: 5 Favorite Movies Based on Famous [...]

backdating

I’m backdating this post to yesterday. Because while I am occasionally grateful for the shortness of February, sometimes I just need a little more time.
I’ve been reading a lot of poetry lately. And stories. And for February I was to read a recommended chapbook, so chose Pamela Johnson Parker’s A Walk Through the Memory Palace. I [...]

Daylighting the Rabbit Hole

March unfolds a new collaborative project for me. And Jenny Chu. You can find out more at Mutating the Signature.
(Confession: I’m kind of nervous about creating in public.)

wordless Wednesday

wordless Wednesday

confessions

It’s harder to be a dilettante than it looks. One has to be able to dibble dabble endlessly, to be reckless and fickle and give no mind to pundits remarks. To flirt, roll up a skirt, unbutton a blouse. But not go all the way. Don’t get paid for — in small measure (flattering) notice [...]

finding pattern

I’ve always been drawn to drawing, to geometric forms, to finding pattern, observing nature. I’m not saying that’s unusual — it’s human nature to create order, find meaning, look for causal relationships. It’s a way of making sense, it’s an attempt to order and control our world. At its heart it is a way to [...]

Wednesday

slow decay
seeps, still for the lens
wind whips
silver grass froth
rush music: whooosh
a warm sun spins
this tender spot
a chorus master
with deft baton