Andrew James Weatherhead

I was born in Chicago. I have friends everywhere.

Poem by my friends Bela and Katya

Standing Poem

I take my job really seriously.
My job is standing:

Your job is being. Your job is not being naked.

My job is not standing for something but rather simply standing.
Standing for nothing? I don’t stand for anything…I won’t stand for just anything. I’ll stand for $8.75 an hour.

I don’t stand for that much else otherwise, but I can stand $8.75 an hour. I can’t stand for any less, but I could stand for more.

Oh, this is stand up.

I am standing up for my right to get paid a minimum hourly wage for standing up.

I stand for at least the minimum — at most, I stand for 8 hours. I can stand on my own two feet, but only if I am paid to be standing. Otherwise, I will sit.

I don’t stand for freedom; I can stand for minimum wage.
I don’t stand for free dumbdumb. I stand for: a living.

A high standard of living?

I’m pretty short so not that high a standard, but some take me as their standard.

My standing is standard.

I will take $8.75 sitting down, but I will take it standing up also. When I can’t stand anymore they won’t pay me for standing any more. I will keep standing as long as I can stand to keep standing.

Get up, Stand up. That’s a standard workday. You can think on your feet, but you don’t have to. Understanding standing plays a big part in the job of standing: you must understand that your job is standing to stand for a job.

It’s taken a long time to get over sitting, but I’m finally beginning to understand.

by Bela Shayevich and Katya Tepper

*Bela also wanted to make sure I let you know about her upcoming book tour with Ainsley Morse. They translated Vsevolod Nekrasov’s collected poems together. Go.

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March 11th, 2014 / 10:00 am

Does anyone know if the Pulitzer Prize is awarded to the author or to the book?

For example, in 1952, did Marianne Moore win the Pulitzer Prize for Collected Poems or did Marianne Moore’s Collected Poems win the Pulitzer Prize?

Is either acceptable?

Does anyone have a good argument for using a money clip over a wallet?

Malt Whitman 2013

The Malt Whitman literature, beer, and camping festival is happening this weekend in Southeast Ohio.  More info — including schedule, directions, and contact info — here.

Events / 1 Comment
September 30th, 2013 / 8:38 am

Dream I Had

Hillary Clinton was riding a horse around Congress in a misguided display of bravado.  The horse got spooked and started kicking desks over then bucked Hillary Clinton, who landed hard but was fine.  She started crying.  The horse terrorized Congress a little more before finding me (I was working as a page) and biting my forearm.  I panicked initially then realized it didn’t hurt, the horse wasn’t letting go, and the horse was suddenly docile for some reason.  It felt like it was trying to brush its teeth with my arm.  I led the horse out of the Capitol Building and onto the mall where it let go and jumped into the Potomac silhouetted by a setting sun.  I thought about tweeting at the New Yorker “I’m the page the horse bit” but decided against it in favor of showing up in person and offering to write one of those “Talk of the Town” columns about my experience.  So I went to the New Yorker office but had trouble finding the appropriate person to talk to.  I got into a fight with one guy that amounted to little more than flicking each other’s ears when the other’s back was turned.  Eventually I found the right person.  She was very nice and excited to speak to me and told me to get her something by the end of the week.  I flaked on the article for several months, quit my job as a page, and taught the cat and dog I owned in the dream to sleep on top of me, and each other, in a sort of pyramid shape.

Technology / 7 Comments
September 6th, 2013 / 11:42 am

Jerimee Bloemeke’s new chapbook Cosmic Latte.

Thoughts — May 9th to May 31st

On May 9th, 2013 I started doing this thing where I’d force myself to write one thought for every hour that I was awake.  I did this regularly for 22 days.  The end came not from a lack of thoughts but, conversely, because I found myself totally overstimulated during a trip to New Orleans (referenced in the final entries) and it didn’t make sense to pick it up again after that.

I wasn’t sure what I could or would do with this project while I was doing it, but reading back over it now, I’m intrigued by the weird, oblique narrative it creates.  You get NBA playoff scores, observations from an 8-part Beatles documentary I was watching at the time, a legal “brouhaha” my roommate involved me in, and updates on the dogs I walk and cats I sit (my job).  It’s sort of feels like a liveblog/livetweet but different because the constraints and medium are different.  It was really fun to do, I hope it’s fun to read.

Need a finer knowledge of building materials.  Clapboard, vinyl, sheetrock – what are these things?

Fishkind’s party. Am I gonna go? Feel fat and stupid, but also like drinking.

George Harrison was from an Irish family with the last name “French.”

I can’t tell if it’s foggy or if I’m just tired.


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August 29th, 2013 / 1:10 pm

Extreme Close-ups of Dogs I Walk


This is Ezra. He used to try to bite me when I’d go to put his harness on, which made walking him sometimes very precarious, but he recently had a urinary tract infection (an urinary tract infection?), and, well, now he doesn’t try to bite me anymore.



This is Slim. He can be finicky at times — emotionally sensitive and prone to bouts of jealousy regarding his family’s newborn. It’s not uncommon for him to puke from anxiety.


Vicarious MFA / 7 Comments
June 7th, 2013 / 10:49 pm

Liveblogging a liveblog

~9:30pm:  Had idea for liveblog in kitchen.

~9:35pm:  Am making pasta.  Roommates all ate dinner before me and left, no one to talk about liveblog with.

9:37pm:  Ostensibly checking noodles for appropriate firmness, but really I’m just eating wet noodles.

9:43pm:  Felt idea for liveblog solidify into an inevitability, similar to how a rollercoaster reaches the top of its initial hill and goes over (the little cranking sound, the disconcerting staircase)

9:45pm:  Thought about great moments in liveblogging history: AWP 2011, The Hobbit, Megan Boyle

9:46pm:  Thought about an anthology of liveblogs — “Best American Liveblogs”

9:50pm:  Began recording liveblog thoughts on a legal pad — does this count?  Handwritten liveblog?



Random / 17 Comments
April 7th, 2013 / 1:46 am

Who’s got the worst author photo?

collages and blood: literary criticism

The following post consists of two things:

  1. Collages I’ve made on 5×8″ index cards over the past year and a half
  2. Paper towels and tissues I’ve used to stop myself from bleeding, the result of pulling off hangnails while sitting in front of a computer

I view this as an example of literary criticism (feel free to do otherwise).


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December 20th, 2012 / 9:20 pm


A List of References in Mary Ruefle’s Madness, Rack, and Honey

Paul Valéry
Stéphane Mallarmé
Glandolyn Blue
Timothy Sure
Ralph Angel
Ezra Pound
Ernest Fenollosa
Roland Barthes
Gaston Bachelard
Cy Twombly
John Crowe Ransom
Barbra Hernstein Smith
Emily Dickinson
Walt Whitman
Charles Simic
Paul Auster
Hayden Carruth
Pablo Neruda
Nicholas Negroponte
Julio Cortazar
Edward Lense
Robert Graves
Robert Lowell
Babette Deutsch
Anthony Burgess
Archibald Macliesh
James Kirkup
Anne Sexton
Andrei Voznesensky
Kenzaburo Oe
Eugenio Montale
Pablo Picasso
Vladimir Nabokov
Neil Armstrong
Alan Shepard
Edgar Mitchell
James Irwin
Alan Bean
Jesus Christ
Wallace Stevens
the Dalai Lama
Maurice Blanchot
Philip Sterling
Tess Gallagher
Shelley READ MORE >
September 20th, 2012 / 10:57 pm

they found a new photograph of Emily Dickinson

From the Guardian:

A photograph believed to be an extremely rare image of Emily Dickinson has surfaced in her home town of Amherst, Massachusetts, showing a young woman in old-fashioned clothes, a tiny smile on her lips and a hand extended solicitously towards her friend.

The rest of the article is fascinating, especially the details of how they verified the facial features of the new photograph against the old photograph.  The official medical report, linked in the article, is incredible.  To quote it:

Other similar facial features are evident between the women in the daguerreotypes. The right earlobe is higher on both women. The inferonasal corneal light reflex suggests corneal curvature similarity, allowing us to speculate about similar astigmatism in the two women. Both women have a central hair cowlick. Finally, both women have a more prominent left nasolabial fold.

She needed glasses.

I Like __ A Lot / 7 Comments
September 6th, 2012 / 10:06 am

Do you guys save your “papers”?  To what extent do you save your papers?

What was Blood Meridian about again?

ToBS R3: Daily facebook updates of what you ate while writing today v hating on Jonathan Safran-Foer

[matchup #54 in Tournament of Bookshit]

Last night I had a dream that I was talking to a really attractive girl at a bar in an airport.  We were having a great conversation, and I felt really good.  Somehow I had already seen the movie version of whatever J.S. Foer’s novel is called, and somehow this came up as a topic of conversation.  I laughed to myself and said, “You know what?  I liked that movie.  I really enjoyed watching it.”


The girl stared at me and said “why are you laughing?”


I said, “You know… because it’s that novel… by that guy.” READ MORE >

Contests / 7 Comments
May 25th, 2012 / 3:54 pm

Does anyone have any recommendations for bookstores in Denver?