I got rejected when I submitted this list to them...since I spent all of 10 minutes on this, however, I suppose being too morose over this would be unseemly.
Here's the list:
Rejected Names for IKEA Products
Snöttragg
Asswiipe
Kurt Vonnegut
Eatt Myshörtts
Miilk Kratte
Wett Sppötte
Tupac Shakur
Lazee Böyy
Scuuter Libbie
Barka Loungger
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Details
he just walked off the detail, he was a prisoner and not considered violent, but when he walked off the detail he acquired a knife, somewhere between the road, the state park, and the subdivision that borders it, do they grow on trees, broke into a house and raped a woman at knife point, took off, in her car, and now they can’t find him, all this happening in minutes, this man that was not considered a dangerous criminal even though he was in jail and just walked away from the prison guards that took him to the road where he was presumably supposed to pick up trash, and this woman, now, Raped, robbed, she’ll never look at a man or men or her kitchen the same way again, he raped her at knife point after he just walked away from the prison society put him in even though he was not a dangerous criminal. was he or did we make him. what difference does it make. And Plato thought we came out of the cave.
*vented hastily, direct to screen, after hearing the news story, in the middle of a Spanish class I was subbing for, at a school where they lost two kids in a month, and near the school where the girl was hung from a tree in her yard a few weeks back. This was where I came to escape the crime wave. Is that ironic.
*vented hastily, direct to screen, after hearing the news story, in the middle of a Spanish class I was subbing for, at a school where they lost two kids in a month, and near the school where the girl was hung from a tree in her yard a few weeks back. This was where I came to escape the crime wave. Is that ironic.
Monday, November 07, 2005
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Cc Preschool
a four year old boy licked the bottom of my shoe. have you ever seen. rest time. wiggles. no mother. what mother could. junk yard. father who can't read. write his own name. can you do it for me. color my cat. a camel with a camera. the boy. asks. can i please hug you. will you be back. joe licked the bottom of my shoe today.
D an cers
jim is currently asleep outside the library with his head on one fist but maybe not currently
only in a shot but after a fact
now opposed sexes inside each other yet the viewer as both at once
the blinds remain closed
with a number written that no one should remember
and then where to go where to be staying
a group of individuals
a rock in glue
rubrics pouring ice cubes
is chicago is not chicago
the reduction
reduce the us age expanding
distraction from awkward
the first six feet create all sales
aloft goes the beating
what fingers what rods
near far reader red
less home ownership of containers
life
can it say it
tomato soup downside up calling tapeworm
met this girl met this boy met this girl met this
a few leafs through a drawn blind
only in a shot but after a fact
now opposed sexes inside each other yet the viewer as both at once
the blinds remain closed
with a number written that no one should remember
and then where to go where to be staying
a group of individuals
a rock in glue
rubrics pouring ice cubes
is chicago is not chicago
the reduction
reduce the us age expanding
distraction from awkward
the first six feet create all sales
aloft goes the beating
what fingers what rods
near far reader red
less home ownership of containers
life
can it say it
tomato soup downside up calling tapeworm
met this girl met this boy met this girl met this
a few leafs through a drawn blind
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Everyone use
how to live the address
unpublished and lines crease
where the shadow wont form reminding
starting no circle no in the fiber
not seen marked but spaced stutter
these paws rest touch in
brawl hearted stuck ade draw
leveling jung%anger to in meta
or%article lettered strum eats their
motion read votive refreshed oppose%
table encroach spaced vine a%door%rinse
feel a%mend%in%turning closed to in truck%
gated split stall this the student of
this the prairie horizontal city within
on before hand on of the moment on passing
over on all of the it on then bill%yard felled
or look here look here look here look here look here look here look here look here look here look here look here look here look here look here look here look
unpublished and lines crease
where the shadow wont form reminding
starting no circle no in the fiber
not seen marked but spaced stutter
these paws rest touch in
brawl hearted stuck ade draw
leveling jung%anger to in meta
or%article lettered strum eats their
motion read votive refreshed oppose%
table encroach spaced vine a%door%rinse
feel a%mend%in%turning closed to in truck%
gated split stall this the student of
this the prairie horizontal city within
on before hand on of the moment on passing
over on all of the it on then bill%yard felled
or look here look here look here look here look here look here look here look here look here look here look here look here look here look here look here look
Monday, October 24, 2005
Publishing's Not all Its Cracked Up To Be???
This mini-essay from the New York Times, Publish and Perish, addresses the pitfalls of publishing - and author's unrealistic expectations....
Monday, October 17, 2005
Article to Ponder
Check out this article from the Oct 17th online edition of the New York Times, where they talk about a poet who quit writing for much of his life and has now won an award for writers over fifty publishing their first book... there's some interesting stuff in there, I think, including a thesis about a made up Victorian poet.
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Anyone in California?
Got this from Deborah Meadows, a poet who read in Madrid this past summer. Thought if anyone out there was in the neighborhood you might wanna check it out...
Cal Poly Pomona
Poetry and Jazz
at the W. Keith and Janet Kellogg Art Gallery
Monday, October 17, 2005
5:00–6:30 p.m.
featuring
Ron Escheté Trio, a consummate master of the seven-string guitar as well as a CSULB Music department faculty will play with Todd Johnson on bass and Kendall Kay on drums.
Diane Ward, poet and author of numerous volumes of poetry including On Duke Ellington’s Birthday, Never Without One, and Portraits and Maps [with art by Michael C. McMillen] (Piacenza, Italy: ML&NLF).
Rodrigo Toscano, a poet whose books include To Leveling Swerve and Platform, works in The Labor Institute in NYC, and is a 2005 Fellow in Poetry from the New York Foundation for the Arts.
Cal Poly Pomona
Poetry and Jazz
at the W. Keith and Janet Kellogg Art Gallery
Monday, October 17, 2005
5:00–6:30 p.m.
featuring
Ron Escheté Trio, a consummate master of the seven-string guitar as well as a CSULB Music department faculty will play with Todd Johnson on bass and Kendall Kay on drums.
Diane Ward, poet and author of numerous volumes of poetry including On Duke Ellington’s Birthday, Never Without One, and Portraits and Maps [with art by Michael C. McMillen] (Piacenza, Italy: ML&NLF).
Rodrigo Toscano, a poet whose books include To Leveling Swerve and Platform, works in The Labor Institute in NYC, and is a 2005 Fellow in Poetry from the New York Foundation for the Arts.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
a conference on katrina
for those who enjoy such things:
| ----- Original Message ----- | |
| From | shahin kachwala |
| Date | Wed, 12 Oct 2005 17:38:08 -0400 |
| To | WMST-L@LISTSERV.UMD.EDU |
| Subject | CFP - A Feminist Response to Hurricane Katrina: A Conference |
Please spread the word (see attached flyer).
A Feminist Response to Hurricane Katrina
A Conference
Hosted & Organized
by UAlbany Women's Studies Students
- A Call for Papers -
We especially invite undergraduate and graduate students and non-academics
to submit papers and media (such as film, video, photography, paintings,
etc.) that discuss any of the issues surrounding Hurricane Katrina.
Paper topics may include (but are not limited to) any of the following:
(dis)ability, (access to) technology, age, citizenship, classism,
disbursements of funds, education, environmental factors/issues, gender
violence and other kinds of violence, government policy, identity, media
depictions, migration (unplanned, forced), militarization and
criminalization, poverty, racism, residential segregation.
Abstract Submissions Due: October 28, 2005
Presentations on December 2, 2005
Abstracts must be 200 words and submitted to: wstudent@albany.edu or
jhobson@albany.edu
--
Shahin Kachwala
Department of Women's Studies
University at Albany - SUNY
1400 Washington Ave.
Albany, NY 12222
Monday, October 10, 2005
In need of a long nap
Why, you ask? Here's why:
http://local.lancasteronline.com/4/17635
http://local.lancasteronline.com/4/17664
And then, when the new Bankruptcy law takes effect this Monday and the middle class finds out what this law is about, let the George Bush-led fun really begin.
http://local.lancasteronline.com/4/17635
http://local.lancasteronline.com/4/17664
And then, when the new Bankruptcy law takes effect this Monday and the middle class finds out what this law is about, let the George Bush-led fun really begin.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Alexis's Best Of Piece...
Check out this piece from Alexis Wiggins, fiction student and expat writer living in Madrid, which was chosen by Fresh Yarn, and then picked for one of their Best Of editions... Its pretty damn good!
Sunday, October 02, 2005
News from Stan West...
This morning, (Sunday, Oct. 2, 6:30 a.m. to 7 a.m. Chicago time), I featured Prof. Peter Thompson, who taught UNO's translation course this summer, on my WNUA 95.5 FM Chicago radio show "City Voices," a weekly show streaming live that inquires into literature and cinema from the Third World. Today's show focused on the literary, cultural movement of "Negritude," and a the work by Veronique Tadjo, a poet from the Ivory Coast now living in Paris, whose book Thompson translated.
(I believe her new book with Prof. Thompson's translation will hit bookstores this month).
(I believe her new book with Prof. Thompson's translation will hit bookstores this month).
Saturday, October 01, 2005
PS - Susan's New Book
Check out Susan's new book! Its titled A Poetics of Impasse in Modern and Contemporary American Poetry. Let's support each other!
Good News from Susan Schultz
Just found something interesting on the Tinfish website -
a Tinfish poet, Barbara Jane Reyes, has just won the Academy of American Poets Prize... congrats to Ms. Reyes and Tinfish! Go to the website and read all about it...
a Tinfish poet, Barbara Jane Reyes, has just won the Academy of American Poets Prize... congrats to Ms. Reyes and Tinfish! Go to the website and read all about it...
Friday, September 30, 2005
Poet Envy
So, while looking up the other titles of friend to the program Michael Winter, I discovered that he has a blog, just chock full of interesting tidbits from his travels and life that are prose masquerading as poetry... I thought some of you might want to check it out at The Big Why -
and now I want to see more work out there from all of you!
and now I want to see more work out there from all of you!
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Letter to First Lady
Someone sent me the link to this article on Common Dreams... thought it might be worth talking about.
Published on Monday, September 20, 2005 by The Nation (October 10, 2005 Issue)
No Place for a Poet at a Banquet of Shame
by Sharon Olds
For reasons spelled out below, the poet Sharon Olds has declined to attend the National Book Festival in Washington, which, coincidentally or not, takes place September 24, the day of an antiwar mobilization in the capital. Olds, winner of a National Book Critics Circle Award and professor of creative writing at New York University, was invited along with a number of other writers by First Lady Laura Bush to read from their works. Three years ago artist Jules Feiffer declined to attend the festival's White House breakfast as a protest against the Iraq War ("Mr. Feiffer Regrets," November 11, 2002). We suggest that invitees to this year's event consider following their example.
--The Editors
Laura Bush
First Lady
The White House
Dear Mrs. Bush,
I am writing to let you know why I am not able to accept your kind invitation to give a presentation at the National Book Festival on September 24, or to attend your dinner at the Library of Congress or the breakfast at the White House.
In one way, it's a very appealing invitation. The idea of speaking at a festival attended by 85,000 people is inspiring! The possibility of finding new readers is exciting for a poet in personal terms, and in terms of the desire that poetry serve its constituents--all of us who need the pleasure, and the inner and outer news, it delivers.
And the concept of a community of readers and writers has long been dear to my heart. As a professor of creative writing in the graduate school of a major university, I have had the chance to be a part of some magnificent outreach writing workshops in which our students have become teachers. Over the years, they have taught in a variety of settings: a women's prison, several New York City public high schools, an oncology ward for children. Our initial program, at a 900-bed state hospital for the severely physically challenged, has been running now for twenty years, creating along the way lasting friendships between young MFA candidates and their students--long-term residents at the hospital who, in their humor, courage and wisdom, become our teachers.
When you have witnessed someone nonspeaking and almost nonmoving spell out, with a toe, on a big plastic alphabet chart, letter by letter, his new poem, you have experienced, close up, the passion and essentialness of writing. When you have held up a small cardboard alphabet card for a writer who is completely nonspeaking and nonmoving (except for the eyes), and pointed first to the A, then the B, then C, then D, until you get to the first letter of the first word of the first line of the poem she has been composing in her head all week, and she lifts her eyes when that letter is touched to say yes, you feel with a fresh immediacy the human drive for creation, self-expression, accuracy, honesty and wit--and the importance of writing, which celebrates the value of each person's unique story and song.
So the prospect of a festival of books seemed wonderful to me. I thought of the opportunity to talk about how to start up an outreach program. I thought of the chance to sell some books, sign some books and meet some of the citizens of Washington, DC. I thought that I could try to find a way, even as your guest, with respect, to speak about my deep feeling that we should not have invaded Iraq, and to declare my belief that the wish to invade another culture and another country--with the resultant loss of life and limb for our brave soldiers, and for the noncombatants in their home terrain--did not come out of our democracy but was instead a decision made "at the top" and forced on the people by distorted language, and by untruths. I hoped to express the fear that we have begun to live in the shadows of tyranny and religious chauvinism--the opposites of the liberty, tolerance and diversity our nation aspires to.
I tried to see my way clear to attend the festival in order to bear witness--as an American who loves her country and its principles and its writing--against this undeclared and devastating war.
But I could not face the idea of breaking bread with you. I knew that if I sat down to eat with you, it would feel to me as if I were condoning what I see to be the wild, highhanded actions of the Bush Administration.
What kept coming to the fore of my mind was that I would be taking food from the hand of the First Lady who represents the Administration that unleashed this war and that wills its continuation, even to the extent of permitting "extraordinary rendition": flying people to other countries where they will be tortured for us.
So many Americans who had felt pride in our country now feel anguish and shame, for the current regime of blood, wounds and fire. I thought of the clean linens at your table, the shining knives and the flames of the candles, and I could not stomach it.
Sincerely,
Sharon Olds
Published on Monday, September 20, 2005 by The Nation (October 10, 2005 Issue)
No Place for a Poet at a Banquet of Shame
by Sharon Olds
For reasons spelled out below, the poet Sharon Olds has declined to attend the National Book Festival in Washington, which, coincidentally or not, takes place September 24, the day of an antiwar mobilization in the capital. Olds, winner of a National Book Critics Circle Award and professor of creative writing at New York University, was invited along with a number of other writers by First Lady Laura Bush to read from their works. Three years ago artist Jules Feiffer declined to attend the festival's White House breakfast as a protest against the Iraq War ("Mr. Feiffer Regrets," November 11, 2002). We suggest that invitees to this year's event consider following their example.
--The Editors
Laura Bush
First Lady
The White House
Dear Mrs. Bush,
I am writing to let you know why I am not able to accept your kind invitation to give a presentation at the National Book Festival on September 24, or to attend your dinner at the Library of Congress or the breakfast at the White House.
In one way, it's a very appealing invitation. The idea of speaking at a festival attended by 85,000 people is inspiring! The possibility of finding new readers is exciting for a poet in personal terms, and in terms of the desire that poetry serve its constituents--all of us who need the pleasure, and the inner and outer news, it delivers.
And the concept of a community of readers and writers has long been dear to my heart. As a professor of creative writing in the graduate school of a major university, I have had the chance to be a part of some magnificent outreach writing workshops in which our students have become teachers. Over the years, they have taught in a variety of settings: a women's prison, several New York City public high schools, an oncology ward for children. Our initial program, at a 900-bed state hospital for the severely physically challenged, has been running now for twenty years, creating along the way lasting friendships between young MFA candidates and their students--long-term residents at the hospital who, in their humor, courage and wisdom, become our teachers.
When you have witnessed someone nonspeaking and almost nonmoving spell out, with a toe, on a big plastic alphabet chart, letter by letter, his new poem, you have experienced, close up, the passion and essentialness of writing. When you have held up a small cardboard alphabet card for a writer who is completely nonspeaking and nonmoving (except for the eyes), and pointed first to the A, then the B, then C, then D, until you get to the first letter of the first word of the first line of the poem she has been composing in her head all week, and she lifts her eyes when that letter is touched to say yes, you feel with a fresh immediacy the human drive for creation, self-expression, accuracy, honesty and wit--and the importance of writing, which celebrates the value of each person's unique story and song.
So the prospect of a festival of books seemed wonderful to me. I thought of the opportunity to talk about how to start up an outreach program. I thought of the chance to sell some books, sign some books and meet some of the citizens of Washington, DC. I thought that I could try to find a way, even as your guest, with respect, to speak about my deep feeling that we should not have invaded Iraq, and to declare my belief that the wish to invade another culture and another country--with the resultant loss of life and limb for our brave soldiers, and for the noncombatants in their home terrain--did not come out of our democracy but was instead a decision made "at the top" and forced on the people by distorted language, and by untruths. I hoped to express the fear that we have begun to live in the shadows of tyranny and religious chauvinism--the opposites of the liberty, tolerance and diversity our nation aspires to.
I tried to see my way clear to attend the festival in order to bear witness--as an American who loves her country and its principles and its writing--against this undeclared and devastating war.
But I could not face the idea of breaking bread with you. I knew that if I sat down to eat with you, it would feel to me as if I were condoning what I see to be the wild, highhanded actions of the Bush Administration.
What kept coming to the fore of my mind was that I would be taking food from the hand of the First Lady who represents the Administration that unleashed this war and that wills its continuation, even to the extent of permitting "extraordinary rendition": flying people to other countries where they will be tortured for us.
So many Americans who had felt pride in our country now feel anguish and shame, for the current regime of blood, wounds and fire. I thought of the clean linens at your table, the shining knives and the flames of the candles, and I could not stomach it.
Sincerely,
Sharon Olds
Friday, September 23, 2005
Monday, September 19, 2005
collage poem
Gates//
I’m tired/religion behind a wrought iron gate/the lord is good isn’t he/do you go to church/do you see what I see/is x-ray on the top floor/can I see a cell please/if there’s nothing left to do we’ve got to let her go/if there’s nothing left to say we’ve got to say it/get it over/can I please just leave/can I have some more money some more money please/in the offering plate there’s change/pass it on/ there’s no such thing /can I have you for dinner tonight please/and thank you for the flowers/I spent the last I had left of my personality here last time/they were lovely the only flowers I’ve gotten since my grandmother went to the pearly gates/still can’t get the image of rotting fingers and splitting skin out of my head/I knew all about it before it happened/the sacristy’s in the basement/the feather fell on the plane that day/she rescued me even from/can I please be cured from the anxiety of being lost or do I have to wait until I am no longer lost/the black Jesus and the black Virgin removed for…. Sake/edited by the Department of Homeland Security/and yes, we all sang hallelujah and prayed for that amazing grace because there’s power in the blood, in her blood, in/side my body, the blood.
I’m tired/religion behind a wrought iron gate/the lord is good isn’t he/do you go to church/do you see what I see/is x-ray on the top floor/can I see a cell please/if there’s nothing left to do we’ve got to let her go/if there’s nothing left to say we’ve got to say it/get it over/can I please just leave/can I have some more money some more money please/in the offering plate there’s change/pass it on/ there’s no such thing /can I have you for dinner tonight please/and thank you for the flowers/I spent the last I had left of my personality here last time/they were lovely the only flowers I’ve gotten since my grandmother went to the pearly gates/still can’t get the image of rotting fingers and splitting skin out of my head/I knew all about it before it happened/the sacristy’s in the basement/the feather fell on the plane that day/she rescued me even from/can I please be cured from the anxiety of being lost or do I have to wait until I am no longer lost/the black Jesus and the black Virgin removed for…. Sake/edited by the Department of Homeland Security/and yes, we all sang hallelujah and prayed for that amazing grace because there’s power in the blood, in her blood, in/side my body, the blood.
Sunday, September 18, 2005
I'm curious...
Has anybody been able to write about the New Orleans disaster yet? If you have, would you mind sharing some of it?
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