going ggggaggaa

This video is making the rounds. It brought a little lift

to another rainy chilly day. Only a few days left to join

in my poetry giveaway. Come on, add your name, you

know you want to!

sometimes

Poetry is the journal of a sea animal
living on land, wanting to fly in the air.

-Carl Sandburg

giving

The Poetry Book Giveaway is happening here.

Send me your name and email -- you have

until April 30. Then on May 1 I will select

at random one name and mail you one

copy of the above books, postage paid!

And the winner will actually receive eight,

yes, EIGHT chapbooks for free. That's because

Toadlily Press features the Quartet Series,

four chaps under one roof. My chapbook,

The End of the Body, is part of The Fifth

Voice. Such a deal.

haunt

This image haunts me. From a book out this month by Siglio Press, The Torture of Women,
a series of paintings made by Nancy Spero in the 1970s. I bet the book is expensive.
I need to learn more about this artist. (I like that the word haunt is etymologically
related to home.)

paintings

Poetry Book Giveaway

I've been hemming and hawing. What if no one is out there. What if no one signs up. I missed the deadline, proscrastinator. Then a note on Kelli Russell Agodon's blog that there's still room. A sign. I'm in! And thanks to Kelli for this great idea. Participating bloggers give away two books, their own and one other. The winner will receive my chapbook, The End of the Body, which is part of The Fifth Voice, published by Toadlily Press in its Quartet Series. The other is a favorite (also out from Toadlily Press), By Way Of. It features chaps by 4 poets: Diana Alvarez, Emily Carr, Matthew Nienow and Diana Woodcock.

Check out the Toadlily website for more info. To enter, leave a comment with your name on this post letting me know you're interested. You have until April 30. Then on May 1, I'll randomly select a name and ship the books (postage on me) to the winner. It's that easy.

flaw

present

the artist is present

marina abromovic at MoMa

space

It seems that creativity is adaptive, like anything else. When a space becomes available, work emerges to fill it. The genius, the emergence of a truly remarkable and memorable work, happens when the thing is perfectly suited to its context and is also surprising. And when something works, it strikes us as not just being clever — a good adaptation — but as strongly and emotionally resonant. When the right thing is in the right place we are moved.

What seems obvious by now is that emotion, passion and personal expression can be poured into whatever form or vessel becomes available. And that form and those structures are determined primarily by the available venues — be they a club or an arena in music, a blog entry, a forest, or a white gallery wall.

Perhaps I've been lost in the woods of quietude, to appropriate Silliman's label and use it for my own purpose, IE as terminology to describe lack of blog posting, actually, writing of any sort for more than a month, this not being about being so-called blocked but about not having the words, no, having the words but not having the space or form to put all the words into just now, but the form being formulated in the imagination, mine that is, the outer life taking precedence over the inner but the inner making its shape visible for filling via dreams, via reading (the Icelandic Sagas being voyaged through), via running, via teaching.

this not

sorry about the partial screen-can't figure out how to make it fit in blogger-damn it.