Living writers – Chris Adrian, Lorrie Moore, Jonathan Safran Foer, Neil Gaiman
Recently deceased writers – David Foster Wallace, J.D. Salinger, Douglas Adams, Donald Barhtelme
Long-dead writers – Homer, Vergil, Ovid, Plato, Aristotle, Aeschylus
Andre Dubus the elder, Amy Hempel, Ann Beattie, Haruki Murakami, Raymond Carver, Kurt Vonnegut; the poems of Richard Hugo.
Isaac Babel, Anton Chekhov, Mark Twain, Herman Melville, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Bernard Malamud, Flannery O’Connor, and Sherwood Anderson; the poems of Cesar Vallejo.
Luna Park, The Rumpus, American Fiction, Guernica, GOOD, and this here place.
Tonaya Thompson at Tin House, Thea Lim at Gulf Coast, Amanda Millner-Fairbanks at GOOD, Dave Hart at The Sun, David McLendon at Unsaid, Miriam Kotzin at Per Contra, Katherine Dykstra at Guernica, Matt Bell at The Collagist, Hattie Fletcher at Creative Nonfiction, Marc Smirnoff at The Oxford American, Thomas Williams at the Arkansas Review, Dinty Moore at Brevity; the editors of every literary magazine, print or online, who take the time to wade through slush and offer encouragement, feedback, and sometimes the gift of publication to writers whose labor so rarely gets recognized.
I’m thankful for HTML Giant, The Rumpus, and other great lit sites. And publishers like Featherproof, Magic Helicopter, Akashic, Publishing Genius, my old school pals at Manic D, and yep…Harper Perennial! Just to name a few.
I’m thankful for David Markson allowing me to discover him in the Strand, I’m thankful for John D’Agata and John Jeremiah Sullivan reupholstering reality, and I’m thankful for Blake Butler and HTMLGiant, for a whole bunch of reasons. Also, I’m thankful for all the really nice and brilliant writers who I met this summer that were happy to talk for a few minutes with an overeager kid they’d never met: James Yeh, Justin Taylor (and his book), Shane Jones (and his book). Happy Thanksgiving errybody.
Instead of listing a bunch of names, I’ll just say I’m thankful for everyone who’s kind — writers and editors alike, journal editors and press editors alike. I know a bunch of them. They keep my spirits up.
maybe some fungus to find a way to eat our refuse,
maybe something strictly anaerobic which grows on rocks, eats the rocks, yes,
yknow, maybe, one or two tasty fruits,
and a bird, yes, a colorful bird, or if yer not squeamish, them bugs,
elsewise those rods is useless.
and the tremendous amount of iron which pulls our gases back in.
and water’s magical H-bond ability. we’d be really fucked if it didn’t do that.
mean week is way over, but F all these poets. isn’t it a hoax?
lotsa good stuff to appreciate
i just love the mental image i get of a water molecule bendy-vibrating through an average angle of 105 degrees
and let’s don’t forget the single/double/triple bondability of carbon – sweet!
‘the mountain that loved a bird’ by alice mclerran expresses quite nicely the wonder of it all, the joy and gratitude, at ~ 2nd grade reading level and just a little poetic
ps – not squeamish here
pps – do you think the arsenic-replacing-phosphorus microbe news story is a weird NASA hoax? or just sloppy science?
triple bonds frighten me, often poisons, isn’t azide a triple? I got in trouble leaving a bottle on my bench!
but, on the double, (!!) I love the conjugateds, that’s how all the magic happens, usually, heme carotenoid chlorophyll tyrosine-radicals.
YES! Mclerran’s in my public library! (and it’s only 24 pages! so suitable for my newly-named ADD!)
Arsenic bug — my boss says Mono Lake has tons of phosphate, more than there is even Arsenate. He pointed us to this blog post. CLICK. And I had noticed that they never proved its incorporation in the DNA. That blog post really tears it apart. Most of us just wait these splashy things out. We know good science when we see it, and splashy single-paper science is usually not that exciting. It’s when many people keep seeing the same thing that it’s exciting. And then there was the news where people started saying “it’s a new form of life!” (because even if it does incorporate Arsenate in its DNA (natural or not), it would just be a sophistication from an ancestral just-like-everybody-else phosphate DNA backbone.
Okay poets win, we can bend our syllogism without sneers, even to 105 degrees! But gosh, o gosh, all those names, what a stack of books! I’ll stick with your alice!