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Come out, this Saturday, to Sparky & Clark’s in York to hear me read at Poetry Brew:
Saturday, November 11th, 7:30pm
Sparky & Clark’s
284 West Market Street
York, PA 17401
I’m currently working on a collection of new poetry for my senior project at McDaniel, which means most of what I’ll be reading is brand new.
Even better than checking my blog for non-existent new posts!
I had hoped to post something witty and insightful tonight. Instead, I spent several hours finishing up an assignment for my senior project. Well, kind of. The assignment was an annotated bibliography to provide the foundation for the 25-30 page paper that comprises the bulk of the senior capstone project. Except that I’m doing a different sort of project, a collection of original poetry. What does an annotated bibliography have to do with the creation of a collection of original poetry, you ask? Good question. I’m still not sure.
(However, Dr. K, on the chance that you happen to see this, I would like to add that it wasn’t completely useless, and it did inspire me to do a lot of reading and thinking about my own theories of poetics.)
Anyway, where I’m really going with this is that I just wanted to tell you that I’ll be reading in York, at the Market St Sparky & Clark’s, on November 11th. That’s a Saturday; 7:30pm sharp! Kind of sharp. Okay, probably not really all that sharp, but it’s not a huge place, so if you want a seat, you should get there earlier than 7:30.
I think it’ll be good, although I’m getting increasingly nervous. The good comes from the fact that I hope to have the bulk of my senior project done by then, so I should have a lot of new stuff to read; the nervous comes from the fact that I’ve so far spent the first almost-half of the semester on stuff like this annotated bibliography — stuff that doesn’t directly contribute to the writing of the best poems you’ve ever heard.
No, no, I’m not quite that narcissistic.
This week is HACC’s Wildwood Writers’ Festival. They do not have stellar public relations skills. But! On your behalf I have contact Dr. Geri Gutwein and begged from her a schedule for the event. It follows:
Thursday, March 30th
9:30 Opening Remarks, Geri Gutwein
9:45-10:45 Shouhua Qi, fiction
11:00-12:00 Vivian Shipley, poetry
12:30-1:45 A presentation of Black Boy
2:00-3:00 Open Reading
Friday, March 31
8:45 Opening Remarks
9:00 Terry Wallace, poetry
10:00 Bev Eddy, biography
Julie Moffit, The Art of Lyric Writing
(concurrent session)
11:00 Geri Gutwein, poetry
12:00 Vivian Shipley, poetry
1:00 Panel discussion on journalism
2:00 Adrienne Su, poetry
3:00 Marty Esworthy, poetry
Everything’s free, open to the public, etc., and does not require any kind of registration. It all takes place in the C. Ted Lick Wildwood Conference Center.
Be there or be square.
It’s spring break, finally. My body chose to take advantage of the time off by succumbing to the sickness that’s been percolating in the back of my throat for the past few weeks. I woke up this morning feeling better than I have in days, though, so I plan to be back to normal soon.
In the meantime, most of my time since Thursday has been spent sleeping, listening to audiobooks, and surfing the internet. And then sleeping some more.
I haven’t really looked at the news in weeks, so while I’m sure there are a hundred things going on that I could be blogging about, I don’t know what they are. But I will tell you about this poet Amazon recommended to me.
Her name’s Julia Copus (so I was predisposed to like her). She’s posted a few poems: my favorite is “Hymn to All the Men I’ll Never Love” (you have to scroll down a bit).
She’s no Louise Glück (whose new book I just ordered), but then, who is?
Google’s quote of the day today:
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it’s the exact opposite.
– Paul Dirac
As requested, I’ve posted the new poem “Most Days†in the poetry section.
The title stands only until I can come up with a better one, so if you have an idea, you know, let me know. Just don’t be offended if I don’t use it.
I’ve been meaning to blog this for weeks now, and I’m finally sick of seeing the business card on my desk.
Fish On! Restaurant in Lewes, Delaware is the bomb. The atmosphere is classy but relaxed, the service is friendly and gorgeous, and the food…Oh! the food!
I had the medium rare spice crusted grilled tuna with green beans, tomatoes, and smoked bacon. It was heavenly. The fish was sushi-fresh, the flavors complimented each other perfectly, and even the green beans, which I don’t usually like, were amazing.
My fellow diners were kind enough to share samples of their entrees as well, and they were equally fabulous. Just don’t ask me what they were.
So if you find yourself anywhere near it, I highly recommend stopping in.
***UPDATE***
http://www.fishon.bz/staffpoems.htm
I love these people.
Given my recent posting habits, there’s probably no point in posting these AFK messages, since I could easily go an equally long (or longer) time even I were in town, but…
I’m off in a few minutes to spend some time with a great uncle in Tennessee. I may or may not have internet access there, and I may or may not be back in time for the Slam on Saturday.
But that reminds me, you should go to the Slam.
I’m off to Virginia Beach for the weekend to visit family and THE OCEAN. Mmm, the ocean.
I’ll miss Gene Hosey at Poetry Thursday as a result, but if you haven’t seen Gene I highly recommend going to hear him. I’ve heard him described as a lion, and I can’t come up with a better way to put it.
Anyway, peace out, stay cool, all that.