Rule of Threes in which the author falls asleep standing up after 17 hours of poetry
Archibald's Bar-B-Q
1. And so we mark the success of Slash Pine Poetry Festival No. 2: The Year of the Laundromats. Lots of poems about laundry and laundromats.
I don’t really know how many hours it was. 40 readers at 10 minutes per over the course of the weekend. Then there were the overages (you can’t keep all 40 poets in line, can you?), the undergrad reading, the dinners and bars and making new friends, etc. etc.
Joseph P. Wood puts together a real shindig. There were art galleries, blues singers, bars, bands, poets of all shapes and sizes—and even some fictioners and essayists, though I think they crashed the party. Seats were packed for every venue despite the tornado warnings and thunder so loud I thought I could hear it inside my head.
On a maybe more important note, Joseph took Myron Michael and I to Archibald’s Bar-B-Q (see above) in Tuscaloosa, and I ate a plate of the tastiest ribs I have ever had. The sauce on these things was magical.
2. New issue of Sixth Finch:
It is Friday (not): Go Right Ahead
Sorry. I was mara-stumbling (stumbling through a marathon)
Sorry. So drunk to not realize my drunkenness
Sorry. But you must order your life for it to fall apart
Want an hour to vanish politely? Well…gin
Anyone can panhandle at night. Even the afternoon. I’d like to see you properly panhandle in the morning
Strange. All whiskey is “fairly good.”
Is that you, trembling in the bed?
I can’t seem to click my tongue with my teeth. Maybe that’s only for novels, or sober people
Disgrace will dive at you!
Drunk as a fucking postage stamp
Me? I prefer an array of siphons and a punch bowl big as a synagogue
Ceiling up your honey! My Sara!
That’s cold
Photo Album: (a small cross-section of) My AWP
Here are some pictures I shot over the course of the AWP conference, which took place in Denver, Colorado, April 7 – 10, 2010.
NYC Area Event Announcement: Agriculture Reader #4 Launches on Monday at the KGB Bar
From Chief Agriculturist Jeremy Schmall:
It’s been a year in the making, but the new issue is finally here! After all the letterpressing, stamping, stickering, and in some cases fingerprinting (you’ll see), the only thing we want now is to show it to you! That’s why there’s no better place to be than the wonderful KGB Bar this Monday night, as part of The Monday Night Poetry Series. Always at 7:30. Always FREE. The reading will feature Mark Bibbins, the author of The Dance of No Hard Feelings (Copper Canyon Press, 2009) and the Lambda Award-winning Sky Lounge; and Douglas Crase, author of The Revisionist, Both: A Portrait in Two Parts, and editor of The Library of America editions of Emerson’s Essays: First and Second Series.
Facebook invite is here. Jeremy and I will be hosting, and we’d love to see you there.
Paul Constant offers one of the funniest, angriest movie reviews I’ve read in a while. Seriously, don’t mess with that guy. BONUS QUESTION: Should we start a letter writing campaign to get movie studios to stop making comic book movies for a little while? Like, a five year break or something? Maybe until someone interesting agrees to direct one?
Cullman Liquidation Ctr.
Errol Morris‘s pick for greatest commerical of all time:
Racist Racists Pass Racist Law Enshrining Racism in their Shit-Eating Racist State
Well, whatever you do, don’t be brown in Arizona. This is so massively fucked and evil. Happy Friday!
Anything else interesting happen at AWP?
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