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Dang! Laredo, TX's last bookstore (a crummy B. Dalton) is closing down! With almost a quarter million population, Laredo will soon become the largest book-less US city.
Check it: http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/jacketcopy/2009/12/bookstore-laredo-texas.html
Now I feel like an asshole for posting what I posted yesterday. I'm like some...Henry VIII, gorging on literary turkey legs, while the less fortunate Texans till the barren soil of the books I own but haven't read.
Was Henry VIII the one that ate turkey legs? Does this metaphor make any fucking sense at all?
Let's see in the comments...
Another year! Jeez...
Hey, what to read this academic intersession? There's so much good stuff!
Wait a minute...isn't break like, 10 days or something? I seem to remember last year's break being long enough to beard up. I want a longer break. For reading! With a beard!
There are many things to read. What are you reading this break? Is there anything I should read? How do you read? I can't figure out what to read. I want to read. I can read.
I mentioned this website to some of you once: http://call-for-papers.sas.upenn.edu/
People put in their calls for papers, and UPenn lists them, conveniently. I poked around on there and there are mentions of creative writing calls and whatnot. It will definitely be of interest to those of you looking to flesh out your Jane Austen/Buffy the Vampire Slayer theses.
I like critical writing. I'm not especially good at it, but it's fun; it seems like my creative writing "borrows" from it, or wears it like some sort of pagan skull-mask. Do you guys dread the academic essay task? Or does it do for you what it does for me-- titillate?!
I really wanted something grand to announce my ascension to blog captain for these next couple of weeks, but grandness doesn't come easy in this day and age.
Nate "Honk If You're Horny for Golf" Barberick and I once briefly discussed how terrible a certain movie about a writer was, though I think both of us only saw the trailer.
I know I only saw the trailer.
A certain passage from this movie that was utilized in the trailer grated on me, burned into my memory and always seemed at the tip of my thoughts. This was in the early days of the Internet, when I was a full five inches taller (don't ask) and the sky was full of kicking horses. I thought about sampling the passage and trying out the baby Internet as delivery system for the ridiculousness that had been branded onto my brain--no explanation, just the passage, looped, on/in/within the Internet, a megaphone of hate.
I was under no illusion that the project would exorcise the passage from my being, but it seemed like it could be the next best thing to rebroadcasting my sleeping dreams, image-by-image-feeling-by-feeling (which I had dreamt about as a child and would still if I wasn't so jaded by the ugly realities of existence.).
So, I thought about doing it for a while. I lived in an apartment building that smelled like dogs because it was full of pit bulls. Most of the other occupants of the building seemed unhinged and/or special. Me? I was a fucking genius. I video taped a falling burning mattress thrown by a firefighter from a 6story window in the building next door to mine, then a man picking his nose near the scene. I ate Morningstar fake chicken every night, ladies!
At some point at my desk at work, I believe it was in the A.M. (as if it matters), I received what was then called an email that contained this link. I then realized a bunch of shit about the world and myself.
D. Rolf (Your Captain, Your Stomach, Your Lotion, for two weeks)
Having been engaged for the most part of the last eight years in a steady 9-5 job, the thirst for a large chunk of time to devote to my own creative work has been searing my edges.
Even though my professional life has been contained in academia where vacation time is relatively generous and my outside creative pursuits are actually valued and encouraged, having precious small amounts of time to devote to personal creative work compacts these times into sun-heavy nuggets in which productivity--actually producing tangible work--seems the only way to extract currency from these moments of personal freedom.
It seems harder and harder to find time for pure exploration, experimentation and play when time is packaged in this way. And even when I do allow myself to use this time for musing (however brief) the whine of escaped time is never far from earshot. The value of musing and playfulness, even when it yields valuable thoughts, feelings, etc., gets lost when projects are stalling and stories are sucking ass-butt on the floor. You feel me? Anyway....
Designer Stefan Sagmeister talks about his practice of closing his studio every seven years for a one year sabbatical and what it has done for his state of mind, his creative work and his design firm.
This talk is thought provoking about process--how we create what we create; inspiring when seeing the work that was created during his sabbatical; and a bit frustrating, because it seems pretty impossible to get the point where you can take a full year off.
Thoughts on process, time, the value of it, the measure of it, etc.?
D.Rolf (Your Mother, Your Axe, Your Ex, for two weeks)
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Ran across this on the internets.
Thought it might provoke your thoughts.
I can't say I get poetry, really, overall, I think.
If you search Christian Bök on the internet, you will find a lot of information on Christian books.
Computers don't know if Christians can spell or not.
I must say that yesterday's intersection of Wichita State University writers and Bathtub was like a spot of warm sunshine on the living room floor.
Thank you to Jodie Liedke, Andrew Bales, and Ruth Moritz for reading their work at DotDotDot.
Thank you to Anna at WSU for helping me organize the exchange.
Thank you to Rebecca for coming along for the ride.
(And now this is sounding much like an acceptance speech...)
Thank you to everyone who came out with food or chairs or just themselves to support Bathtub and our Wichita writer friends. It was a great night, with lots of talk of books, writing, and life as a writer-student.
The exchange continues on Saturday, September 26th, as our very own Nate Barbarick, Ben Cartwright, and Mickey Cesar will give a reading at Watermark Books & Cafe in Wichita.
I just thought I'd re-post the information about the first Aimee's Open Mic Night of the semester here. Much thanks to Sam Bell and Dan McCarthy for hosting it!
Aimee's Open Mic Night
Date: Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Time: 8:00pm - 9:45pm
Location: Aimee's Cafe and Coffeehouse
Street: 1025 Massachusetts Street
Description: Everyone is welcome. Come with something (poetry, fiction, non-fiction, short-shorts, etc.) to read and/or to listen.
I just wanted to congratulate Andy on winning the One Story Twitter contest!
Edit: Fixing post to include a better link
Mid-American Review is hosting it's Winter Wheat Festival on the campus of Bowling Green in November. They are now looking for panel/session proposals from anyone interested in presenting on any writing-related topic. To share your interest or expertise and propose a session topic, write festival coordinator Karen Craigo at firstname.lastname@example.org as soon as you can, or visit the Winter Wheat page of the website:
Just thought someone, somewhere, might have been waiting for this exact moment to come.
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 18 7pm
An Actual Kansas Reading:
Stacy Szymaszek & Megan Kaminski.
At the Wonder Fair (which is under Casbah Market at the corner of 8th and Mass. in Lawrence)
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 19 6:30pm
Wichita State University writers in the MFA program
Ruth Moritz (2009-2010 Poetry Fellow), Andrew Bales (2009-2010 Barr Fellow & first-year fiction writer), and Jodie Liedke (third-year fiction writer).
At DotDotDot ArtSpace (1910 Haskell in Haskell Square in Lawrence).
SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 20 6:00pm
Creative Writers Reading Series
Mark Petterson, Iris Moulton, and Abayo Animashaun
At Jackpot (943 Massachusetts St in Lawrence).
I know I will never forget 10/10/08.
He published three books of poetry: Breckenridge County Suite (1987), Days of Summer Gone (1990), and Last Nostalgia Poems (1987-1990). Last Nostalgia Poems combines the two books, and other unpublished poems.
The Oxford American (southern magazine of good writing) has come out with a list of books that have "knocked [their] socks off" for the month of August. We have a long weekend coming up, and I envision curling up and watching the rain with a blanket, coffee, and a great book. Some of us (ahem) have taken vows to do nothing that resembles lesson planning or teaching. That means more time for fun, and fun can mean reading, and reading can be fun!