Archive for February, 2009
Friday, February 27th, 2009
Cooking Dinner
[Audio clip: view full post to listen] COOKING DINNER Spring again. Its warmer breeze. Open screen door. Another war buds up, pliant and green, thick spores of restlessness like pollen in the air–you could sneeze with it; your heart could stop beating in a moment. ____bless you, you’re whispering. [...]
2 Comments » - Posted in american fractal,audio,poems by Tim
Wednesday, February 25th, 2009
You Must Submit
sub⋅mit 1. to give over or yield to the power or authority of another (often used reflexively). 2. to subject to some kind of treatment or influence. 3. to present for the approval, consideration, or decision of another or others: to submit a plan; to submit an application. 4. to state or urge with deference; [...]
8 Comments » - Posted in on publishing by Tim
Monday, February 23rd, 2009
What's Really Wrong with Poetry Book Prizes?
Last September, I chimed in on David Alpaugh’s provocative essay, “What’s Really Wrong with Poetry Book Contests.” The problem is economic — book contests are an easy way to get poets to subsidize their own publication. You can think of it as a publishing co-op, something like Cahuenga Press, only instead of a dozen people [...]
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Thursday, February 19th, 2009
16 Days
That’s how long I lasted. I wanted to try writing a post every weekday, and I could barely keep it up for half a month. Megan always talks about trying to set attainable goals, and I think I did a bad job. How do the real bloggers do it? Don’t you get tired? Don’t you [...]
2 Comments » - Posted in american fractal,random riff-raff by Tim
Tuesday, February 17th, 2009
Return of the Dancing Bear
This is the brick wall I stared at for three days straight. It was a nice wall, sturdy and white, with an electric outlet, which would have been convenient if the Hilton didn’t charge $20/day for internet access. I really did mean to live-blog. Lots of interesting people stopped by the booth, and had I [...]
