tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21223806951107110882024-03-13T13:20:53.670-05:00The Writers' Community of Ball State Universitytdmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10872297633349368672noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-9755994691075535662008-10-11T13:29:00.001-05:002008-10-11T13:29:51.980-05:00We have a new blog address!<br /><br />bsuwriters.wordpress.comRebecca Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10528820304479931685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-12650622397977697112008-09-14T22:01:00.003-05:002008-09-14T22:08:19.952-05:00David Foster Wallace furthers another stereotype of writersAmong those of us members of the Writers' Community who graduated this last May, David Foster Wallace was pretty easily the most mocked and mimicked writer. At least a few of us dearly wanted to be him when we grew up.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/newstopics/celebritynews/2959228/Author-David-Foster-Wallace-found-dead-in-apparent-suicide.html">I just found out that he</a> <a href="http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5jqMg3UV2PMJaP1ilAwDQCHthHF6gD936RU480">died this weekend</a>, <a href="http://www.boston.com/ae/tv/blog/2008/09/_this_has_absol.html">in an apparent suicide</a>.<br /><br />I cried when Elliott Smith died, too. I didn't like Elliott Smith as much as I like David Foster Wallace.Matthew Trislerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11968185475933972564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-80012756297089538622008-09-09T17:15:00.004-05:002008-09-09T18:05:34.027-05:00Salut,<br /><br />Well our first meeting started wonderfully last evening, and I think I can speak for everyone that it was really exciting to see so many new faces.<br /><br />After some meet and great, we broke out the books and heard:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ashley Ellison</span>: "Stuff White People Like #105 Unpaid Internships" by Christian Lander, which I understand originated as a <a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/">blog</a> and then turned into a <a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/stuff-white-people-like-the-book/">book</a>.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">R Ford</span>: a piece of his own entitled, "The Roar of the Lamb Part 3 & 4"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Shaun Gannon</span>: "The Way Things Are" by his hero <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poet.html?id=1990">Russell Edson</a> and "The Evolution of a Barn," by himself<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Todd McKinney</span>: "Slow Dance" by Matthew Dickman (who we learned has a twin brother who also is a writer) from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/American-Poem-Honickman-Book-Award/dp/0977639541/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1221001186&sr=8-1"><span style="font-style: italic;">All-American Poem</span></a> and his own poem "Almost Nine Months Ago"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rebecca Patrick</span>: "The Gods of the Copybook Headings" by Rudyard Kipling<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tyler Gobble</span>: "Basketball" by G.F. Johnson<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Evan Dossey</span>: written in his math class, Evan read "Chocolate Bride"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Andrew Clark-Kennedy</span>: Kurt Vonnegut's "Teaching the Unteachable" and "Doo-wop" by Marvin Bell<br /><br />Look out for an e-mail from us as soon as we straighten things out with our club e-mail with BSU computing services, and for a new blog. See you next week!Rebecca Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10528820304479931685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-47762007047914482902008-09-03T21:35:00.001-05:002008-09-03T21:37:26.016-05:00The First WeekHey all,<br /><br />Come join us to celebrate our love for the written word!<br /><br />Once again, it's the start of a new semester at Ball State. This means a new start for the Writers Community and hopefully new faces, too. Our first meeting will be held Monday, September 8, at 7:00 p.m. in the Writing Center of the Robert Bell building. You're invited to bring your own work, work that has inspired you, or just to come listen. We especially love hearing what you've written.<br /><br />If you have any questions, feel free to contact Todd McKinney at tdmckinney@bsu.edu. Otherwise, we'll see you Monday!Rebecca Patrickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10528820304479931685noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-52918322392290812882008-04-25T20:59:00.002-05:002008-04-25T21:06:47.864-05:00The Last WeekFinals' Week Reading Schedule:<br /><br />Monday, April 28: Regular Meeting, 7-8:30 p.m., RB 291, aka The Writing Center.<br /><br />Thursday, May 1: Laura Relyea reads with Sarah Marty, 7-8:30 p.m., Bracken 225. Free homemade food.<br /><br />Bring it! this week!tdmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10872297633349368672noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-64047661141683996402008-03-02T15:54:00.000-05:002008-03-02T15:55:09.280-05:00Hey folks!<br /><br />Just a reminder that The Writer's Community will not be meeting in our normal location tomorrow night. Instead, we will be attending the Maurice Manning reading as a group. We will be meeting at 6:45 (the reading begins at 7) in Bracken 225. Snacks and refreshments will be served, and this reading also coincides with the release of this year's issue of The Broken Plate. It should be a great evening, and we hope to see you there!<br /><br /><br />Yeah, I copy/pasted from an email I sent out. Deal. :-DAndrew C-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10437269744394484100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-47974319602118918792008-03-01T10:44:00.001-05:002008-12-14T08:10:19.384-05:00Poetry and Coffee (It's a good tradition to practice)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQLJb3jc-nTXXEl5SuY_ip_yhd4NGnLPgf2a3nPZ-cuhZGeZyusUmHBKDUqAJb-OTSh5BGQ97EpwVJ-qlNXCyAT7G7S4Mf0QZqs9ZRx7L7pVqjH5c2ROShZU6-gfiUDbIdfLR_nzhJ33wW/s1600-h/sabobaileymichaelflyer.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQLJb3jc-nTXXEl5SuY_ip_yhd4NGnLPgf2a3nPZ-cuhZGeZyusUmHBKDUqAJb-OTSh5BGQ97EpwVJ-qlNXCyAT7G7S4Mf0QZqs9ZRx7L7pVqjH5c2ROShZU6-gfiUDbIdfLR_nzhJ33wW/s320/sabobaileymichaelflyer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172799876207651010" /></a>tdmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10872297633349368672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-86950540826133959462008-02-21T15:36:00.003-05:002008-02-21T15:42:31.072-05:00Happy Birthday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://abagond.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/dfw.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://abagond.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/dfw.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Apparently, it's David Foster Wallace's birthday.<div><br /></div><div>He's 46. Somebody buy the boy a cookie.</div><div><br /></div><div>Garrison Keillor said in today's <a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Writer's Almanac</span></a> that as "<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:'times new roman';font-size:15px;">The son of a philosophy professor and an English professor, Wallace double-majored in these subjects and described himself as 'obscenely educated.'<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;font-size:14px;">"</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Which pretty much explains him.</div>Matthew Trislerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11968185475933972564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-52827022242515994902008-02-19T15:53:00.003-05:002008-02-19T16:08:06.432-05:00Some Promotion of Self and Others<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a296.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/93/l_28cd2b8662140e3d1d43bf6cf81d139f.gif"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://a296.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/93/l_28cd2b8662140e3d1d43bf6cf81d139f.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><div>For those of you who don't know, I play music as William Wolfe.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'd like for you to take a listen to some of my older stuff: <a href="http://www.myspace.com/wwolfe">myspace.com/wwolfe</a>. I'm trying to keep it from auto-playing.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you look carefully, you'll see that the first show I'm playing with my excellent backing band, The Scandinavians, happens Sunday, Feb. 24 at the Launching Pad in Muncie.</div><div><br /></div><div>Be forewarned: When you put lonesome ol' folksinger me, a punk rock bass player, and my keyboard player--who, if given the choice, would listen to nothing but Daft Punk and LCD Soundsystem--in a room, for some reason, what comes out is a male version of the last two Cat Power records. Classic soul soundz.</div><div><br /></div><div>We're opening the show; doors open at seven. Admission $7 for us, The Matt Lloyd Project, Good Luck Varsity, Cory Hill, and the Stereofidelics.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hope I'll see you there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also, keep in mind that one of our Dear Leaders, Laura Relyea, also has a solo show next week, also at the Launching Pad. I'll leave it to her to promote it, as she expressed mixed feelings on Monday night.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hope I'll see you there, too.</div><div><br /></div><div>-matthew trisler / william wolfe.</div></div>Matthew Trislerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11968185475933972564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-60133136085499770122008-02-18T19:55:00.000-05:002008-02-19T16:03:32.543-05:00NYT Modern Love ContestI mentioned, this week (2/11), the New York Times' Modern Love essay contest.<br /><br />You can find rules <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/ads/marketing/modernlove/">here</a>.<br /><br />Hopefully, you'll actually edit your essays before you send. My mistake=your advantage.Matthew Trislerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11968185475933972564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-29444994308347268162008-02-12T13:28:00.001-05:002008-02-15T11:53:16.238-05:00A mouthfull.Okay. I'd like to start by saying that the fact that I'm going to forget at least one thing we talked about last night is pretty inevitable. Once you've made your peace with that, read on:<br /><br /><br />English Theater Night is next Thursday, Feb. 21. Those in attendance will be fed, and get to see Love's Labours Lost. The cost, I believe, is five dollars and fifty cents. If you are interested, email Dr. Beach: arbeach@bsu.edu.<br /><br /><br />Laura's band, This Story, is having their last show on Saturday at the Launching Pad. She believes they will be playing between 9 and 10.<br /><br /><br />Matthew posted the details about the contest he mentioned below. Here are two more:<br /><br /><br />http://morethangalenandmile.blogspot.com is sponsoring a writing contest in which everyone pitches in $5 and the winner takes the pot. The only guideline is that the piece of writing, whatever it is, should be able to be read in two minutes. Thanks to Peter Cavanaugh for the heads up on this one.<br /><br /><br />Thoreau's Rooster, a national magazine that publishes the work of undergraduate students, is taking submissions between now and March 15. There is an editor's prize of $100, plus it is a great chance to get published. Check out the full guidelines below:<br /><br />http://www.assumption.edu/programs/english/stupubs/rooster/submission.html<br /><br /><br /><br />Okay. Here is a fairly long list of things that have been read over the past few weeks. Since I'm backlogged, they will be featured without witty comments, but look for more quick quips about each piece to return next week.<br /><br />Write something today. Seriously.<br /><br />Andrew<br /><br /><br /><br />1.28.08:<br /><br /><br /><br />2.4.08:<br /><br /><b>Rebecca Patrick</b> - Excerpt from "Wakefield" by E.L. Doctorow.<br /><br /><b>Laura Relyea</b> - "Preface" by Joan Didion.<br /><br /><b>Sean Orlosky</b> - Excerpt from <u>Of Mice and Men</u> by John Steinbeck.<br /><br /><b>Garrett Cox</b> - Three of his own, "Messages", "Balloon People", "Kiss [something], kiss [something else]".<br /><br /><b>Chris Latta</b> - Joined us for the first time. Thanks Chris!<br /><br /><b>Sean Andres</b> - Select passages from Sara Emma Edmonds' Diary.<br /><br /><b>Brent Royster</b> - "The Limits of Desire" by Linda Gregg, and something he and his class were working on, called "Deception".<br /><br /><b>Joe Betz</b> - "Mutterings Over the Crib of a Deaf Child" and "An Offering for Mr. Blue Heart" by James Wright, and a passage from <u>Green Hills of Africa</u> by Ernest Hemmingway.<br /><br /><b>Andrew Clark-Kennedy</b> - "The Shrinking Lonesome Sestina" by Miller Williams and "Sherherazade" by Richard Riken.<br /><br /><b>Todd McKinney</b> - "Viewfinder" by Raymond Carver.<br /><br /><b>Jessica Mayflower and Joseph Morris</b> also joined us for the first time. Glad to have you!<br /><br /><br /><br />2.11.08:<br /><br /><b>Peter Cavanaugh</b> - An excerpt from "The Hartleys" by John Cheever.<br /><br /><b>Sarah Marty</b> - Several "Six-word memoirs"<br /><br /><b>Garrett Cox</b> - "Train Night" (his own) and "Dreadful Chapter Three" by Maurice Manning.<br /><br /><b>Brent Royster</b> - "Givers and Takers" by Larissa Szporluk.<br /><br /><b>Jessica Mayflower</b> - "The Rogue" and "Hello, Neighbor", both her own.<br /><br /><b>Sean Orlosky</b> - Excerpt from "To Kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee.<br /><br /><b>Laura Relyea</b> - Passages from <u>On Becoming a Rock Musician</u> by H. Stitch Bennett.<br /><br /><b>Rebecca Patrick</b> - Part of "Lilies that Fester" from <u>They Asked for a Paper</u> by C.S. Lewis.<br /><br /><b>Sean Andres</b> - Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt's "Lily of the Nile" and "If I Had Made the World".<br /><br /><b>Matthew Trisler</b> - "(I kiss your cup)" by Frank O'Hara, part of one of his own essays.<br /><br /><b>Liz Combs-Crawley</b> - The winner of the Bulwer-Lytton contest, 2007.<br /><br /><b>Deborah Edwards</b> - "The Dogs Tail" by Russel Edson.<br /><br />The Final two were also first-timers. Yay!Andrew C-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10437269744394484100noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-41053379118625122192008-01-31T11:05:00.000-05:002008-01-31T11:15:11.458-05:00"Rhyme" by Robert PinskyRHYME<br /><br />Air an instrument of the tongue,<br />The tongue an instrument<br />Of the body, the body<br />An instrument of spirit,<br />The spirit a being of the air.<br /><br />A bird the medium of its song.<br />A song a world, a containment<br />Like a hotel room, ready<br />For us guests who inherit<br />Our compartment of time there.<br /><br />In the Cornell box, among<br />Ephemera as its element,<br />The preserved bird--a study<br />In spontaneous elegy, the parrot<br />Art, mortal in its cornered sphere.<br /><br />The room a stanza rung<br />In laddered filament<br />Clambered by all the unsteady<br />Chambered voices that share it,<br />Each reciting <span style="font-style:italic;">I too was here</span>--<br /><br />In a room, a rhyme, a song.<br />In the box, in books: each element<br />An instrument, the body<br />Still straining to parrot<br />The spirit, a being of air.<br /><br /><br />This poem is from Pinsky's latest book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gulf-Music-Poems-Robert-Pinsky/dp/0374167494/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1201795979&sr=1-1"><span style="font-style:italic;">Gulf Music</span></a>.tdmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10872297633349368672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-37437190328697550942008-01-21T15:34:00.000-05:002008-01-21T15:37:04.343-05:00Hey all.<br /><br />No Writer's Community tonight. MLK day takes precedence, and the Writing Center isn't open anyway. Take the opportunity to read something great that you can share next week. We'd love to see a big turnout next week.<br /><br />Tell your friends, or we'll tell em for ya.<br /><br />AndrewAndrew C-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10437269744394484100noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-47297834827566134202007-12-10T19:52:00.000-05:002007-12-10T19:59:01.137-05:00Randomly Selected Grinch ClipsSean didn't show, the bum. He ruined Christmas for everyone.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f1GVcn_230U&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f1GVcn_230U&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/URQJqtEKzuQ&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/URQJqtEKzuQ&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dghkK8QRlUw&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dghkK8QRlUw&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUkZKsC9FRE&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BUkZKsC9FRE&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Matthew Trislerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11968185475933972564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-3417022971869711052007-10-30T09:38:00.000-05:002007-10-30T09:39:27.027-05:00Edgar Allen Poe Reading<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;">But Wait</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;">, you're saying, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"> I want to know more about the English Theory Club's Edgar Allen Poe Reading which will take place at 9PM in the Music Room of the Pittinger Student Center!</span></i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;">Well, buddy, I can't help you, because you already seem to know as much as I do. I </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;">did</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"> hear talk about costumes, which sounds pretty cool.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;">And I'm just making this next part up because I want it to be true, but there will be prizes for best costume, and there will be cider and candy corn; many apples shall also be bobbed, in a room decorated with Indian corn and spooky pumpkins. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;">You should totally show up. Even if the stuff I'm hoping they'll provide doesn't pan out, it'll be a mash. A </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;">monster</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"> mash. Probably even--dare I say it?--a graveyard smash.</span></p>Matthew Trislerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11968185475933972564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-39410543075161043272007-10-30T09:33:00.000-05:002007-10-30T09:37:37.197-05:00The (Passive-Aggressive) Minutes<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Monday night, </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">some people</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> decided they were </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">just too good</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> to show up. The rest of us soldiered on with Writer's Community, so dedicated are we to our craft.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And though this is not exactly the order in which things happened, while </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Laura Relyea</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> was supposed to be soundchecking for a show that hadn't started when I left Doc's at 10 (sorry, Laura--If I had planned my evening around the show, I would have stayed), and while </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Andrew Clark-Kennedy</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> was asleep, face-down in a plate of rice pilaf, they happened:</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Peter Cavanaugh</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> read David Berman's poem, "Self Portrait at 28."</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Garrett Cox</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> read three original poems, which, after the lively discussion about the purpose and importance of titles, he seems to have titled, "Windows Chairs and Stares," "Rockafellar," and "Narrate Old Lives as Mine." (Garrett, we weren't saying you had to title them, but thanks for sparking the discussion.)</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">JoyAnn Hirschy</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> read a story by Elizabeth Baines, called "Compass and Torch."</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Kim Bortnem</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> read "The Odd Woman" by Gail McLivin, which writing it now, doesn't seem like the way Kim wrote the name down. Maybe you could help me? Anyway, she read the story by the woman with the mystery last name, and followed up with a poem she wrote about and titled "Tetris," which she wrote when she really should have been working.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Joe Betts</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> read two poems from David Baker's book </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Midwest Ecologue</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Shaun Gannon</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> would like for us to find and listen to a few songs from Tomato and Underworld, which he kindly provided </span></span><a href="http://spgannon.iweb.bsu.edu/Underworld.zip"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">a link to</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. He'll read the lyrics for us next week. Just so you know, when you click the link, it's for a .zip file, so it will likely download automatically. If it's a virus, Shaun, we may have to eat you alive. And it's the week of Halloween, so don't rule out the possibility. (By the way, what's the "P" stand for?)</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I, (meaning Matthew Trisler)</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> read, to close the evening, </span></span><a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2007/10/29/yamanote-halloween-t.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">a letter of complaint about a halloween party</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> that took place in a Tokyo subway this weekend. </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But this leaves out two readings, which I have left until the end for a reason. Because there's a theme. It's Poe. Who is the reason for the season, as well we all know.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sean Orlosky</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> read Edgar Allen Poe's "The Cask of Amantillado," and he did so in a festive accent which sounded more Romanian to me than Italian or French, as I thought the characters were supposed to be. But no matter. It was appropriately spooky. Vlad Dracul would be proud. He'd still impale you, but that was sort of his schtick.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lastly, </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thiana Rarick</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">, a proud member of the English Theory Club, read Poe's "The Conqueror Worm," by way of advertising the club's Edgar Allen Poe reading. More info in its own post.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After all of that, I sadly packed up and left. I turned the lights off and shut the door, making sure it was locked, without being reminded to--</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">unlike some people.</span></span></i></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i></i><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Maybe next week, </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Andrew</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> and </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Laura</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> will deign to grace us with their presences. Pssh.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i></i><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i></i><br /></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Century Gothic"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(No hard feelings. The sound guy didn't show up for Laura's show 'til late, and Andrew really did fall asleep eating dinner. Which is pretty funny.)</span></span></i></p>Matthew Trislerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11968185475933972564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-78558529455794753332007-10-22T21:21:00.000-05:002007-10-22T21:37:11.830-05:00Submit!So you guys are into submission, huh? Well, I've got just the links for you.<br /><br />The first is the Broken Plate. Deadline is tonight, like I said in the meeting, but if you need the email address, and are desperately searching, here it is:<br /><br />brokenplate@bsu.edu<br /><br />Remember, up to five submissions, or 3000 words. I am unclear on whether or not that is per submission, but I would try to keep it on the safe side. They print all genres. Get stuff in there.<br /><br /><br />Next up, the North Central Review. Following is the link for submission information. You've got plenty of time, but remember, the sooner the better!<br /><br />http://www.northcentralcollege.edu/x8461.xml<br /><br /><br />Finally, the Susqehanna Review. They do not accept electronic submissions, but here is the info:<br /><br />FICTION<br />Not to exceed 25 double-spaced pages. No more than two pieces of fiction. Short stories and novel excerpts.<br /><br />POETRY<br />Up to six poems. <br /><br />CREATIVE NONFICTION<br />Not to exceed 25 double-spaced pages. Any subject. No more than two essays.<br /><br />PHOTOGRAPHY<br />B&W is preferred. Label and caption each image with a brief description, place, date.<br /><br /><br />The Susquehanna Review<br />1858 Weber Way, Box 51<br />Susquehanna University<br />Selinsgrove, PA 17870<br /><br /><br />Submit by Feb. 16, 2008. Include a SASE for reply. Include cover letter with name, title of submission, genre, home address, school name and address, email address, and previous publications. Undergraduates only.<br /><br /><br /><br />So, there you go. Write, and write some more, then submit. :-)<br /><br /><br />AndrewAndrew C-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10437269744394484100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-45739609523268721132007-10-08T21:46:00.000-05:002007-10-08T21:52:11.923-05:00Reading Reading Reading ReadingFRIDAY, OCTOBER 12 <br /><br />7 PM / Bracken Library<br /><br />Todd McKinney<br /><br />Laura Relyea<br /><br />Matthew Trisler<br /><br />Richard Yañeztdmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10872297633349368672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-15653881798328532692007-09-25T11:51:00.000-05:002007-09-25T12:07:10.056-05:00I asked you a favor!But only eight of you were even there. Seven when I asked the favor. No hard feelings. I can give you more information today, anyway.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; ">The setup:</span><br /></div><div> Remember being taught poetry in high school? Remember how you learned the same poems as your parents learned, which were the same ones their parents were taught? Remember how being told how you were supposed to read them sucked all the life and vitality out of the poems?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The problem:<br /></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">My aunt Debbie is a high school English teacher in Bowling Green, Kentucky. She's recently fallen in love with poetry, and perhaps as a result, is terribly frustrated with the stultifying way it's taught in high school. So she's asked me to send her some poems I like and tell her why I like them. I'm all too happy to do this myself, but seriously, think what she could do if tons of people helped out. <br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The solution:<br /></span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">As of today, I've started <a href="http://heartablepoetry.blogspot.com/">Heartable Poetry</a>, a blog for extremely short commentary on poems we love and why we love them. The name is the link. I'm probably going to come up with a less completely stupid name, but hey, the URL I wanted wasn't available, so for now I'm using the URL. The blog is pretty much empty right now, except for some rough submission guidelines; I'm gonna hafta read up on Fair Use before I start posting in earnest. In the meantime, have a go at submitting.<br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Matthew Trislerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11968185475933972564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-36851334841768796892007-09-24T18:07:00.000-05:002007-09-24T18:08:50.773-05:00Hey guys--Where are you??<br /><br />It's so cold and lonely without you.<br /><br />a dispatch from the meeting in progress.Matthew Trislerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11968185475933972564noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-52672546588988061382007-09-20T10:52:00.000-05:002007-09-20T11:12:46.887-05:00My Overwhelming Crush on Miranda JulyThanks to Todd McKinney for inviting me to contribute to the blog.<br /><br />Last week, some of you may remember, I read from Miranda July's first collection of stories, <I>No One Belongs Here More Than You</I>. The story I read was called "Swim Team," and I had mentioned that I was thinking about reading another story, called "This Person."<br /><br />The reason I avoided "This Person" is that July had given a completely beautiful reading on the <a href="http://www.studio360.org/">PRI program, Studio 360</a>, and I would rather you listen to her read it than me. Her reading is at the bottom of <a href="http://www.studio360.org/episodes/2007/07/13">that episode's page</a>.<br /><br />She also had an interesting conversation a couple weeks ago on KCRW's bookworm (a podcast I subscribe to, and find worth listening to, but usually delete immediately upon downloading).<br /><br />It's also worth noting that what brought July to my attention was <a href="http://noonebelongsheremorethanyou.com/">the stunning website for her book</a>.<br /><br />Since I feel that I shouldn't post on the Writer's Community blog for the first time without offering some advice or a prompt, hey, here's Miranda July's website, <a href="http://learningtoloveyoumore.com/"><I>Learning to Love You More</I></a>, that does just that! Oh, and look! <I>It</I> has a book coming out later this year! Books are pretty neat!<br /><br />(Also, books by Tao Lin keep showing up as related to Miranda July's on Amazon, and the book jackets are stunning, the titles awesome [who <I>wouldn't</I> want to read a book called <I>Eeeee Eee Eee</I>]--anyone know if their contents are any good?)Matthew Trislerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11968185475933972564noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-83071622112422778172007-09-17T14:25:00.000-05:002007-09-17T14:59:42.204-05:00The Writer's Community Kickoff Extravaganza*First and foremost, I need to apologize for the delay on posting this entry. It's been written forever, but getting it online has proved a pain in my hind. Many sorries.<br /><br />Ahem.<br /><br /><br />What a killer first meeting! We practically doubled the biggest turnout we've ever had, and there were plenty of new faces. That's encouraging stuff. I want to thank everyone that showed up, and I really hope that you'll make it a pattern. We promise we'll do our best to make it worth your while.<br /><br />So I opened things up with a Lorrie Moore piece called "How to Become a Writer OR, Have You Earned This Cliche?" It was longer than I expected, and made my mouth dry. Let that be a lesson to you, my friends: practice your piece before you present it to the group.<br /><br />Miss <span style="font-weight: bold;">Laura Relyea </span>followed with an excerpt from <u>Dandelion Wine</u> by Ray Bradbury. Quite different from his more well-known <u>Fahrenheit 451</u>, this passage made me very curious about the rules of the game "statues". <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Matthew Trisler</span> read an essay by Miranda July called "Swimteam", which was very funny, and left me with visions of elderly people rolling around on the floor with their faces in bowls of water. I later had a dream about this but, instead of being funny, it was terrifying.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rebecca Patrick</span> read a Dave Sedaris essay called "The Birds" which served a number of purposes. First, it made the idea of going with the group to see Sedaris read at IU all the more lucrative. Please remember to let us know if you'd like to attend. Secondly, it provided practical advice on how to get rid of household pests, like evoking the image of Janis Joplin, for instance.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Joe Betz</span> read next, but not before slyly plugging The Broken Plate, BSU's literary magazine. Submissions are due Oct. 22. Visit http://brokenplate.iweb.bsu.edu/ for more information<br />. Joe read two excellent Billy Collins poems, "Old Man Eating Alone in a Chinese Restaurant" and "Evasive Manuvers".<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Drew Alexander</span> was the first truly brave one, reading a poem of his own entitled "A Conversation". <span style="font-weight: bold;">Garrett Cox </span>and <span style="font-weight: bold;">Jet Zike</span> followed suit, with an untitled poem and "Stare", respectively.<br /><br />Finally, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sean Orlosky<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span>closed out the evening with the classic "Ozymandias", complete with 500-year-old-man voice. <br /><br />Please join us next week for more poetry and prose, discussion and banter, and for the answer to the question "what four-letter-word lost Sean the national spelling bee?" You didn't think I'd forget, did you Sean?<br /><br />I look forward to seeing you all next Monday. This is Andrew Clark-Kennedy, heading down to the kitchen for a snack.Andrew C-Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10437269744394484100noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-78589092465414272272007-09-04T16:12:00.000-05:002007-09-04T16:23:25.538-05:00It's Been Long, Hot, Quiet SummerFor those of you who could not make it to the last meeting, I am pleased to say that you really missed out. The meeting was a marathon of readings and conversations and even some music. No blog could do it justice, so I won't try. But, I have to say that it was one of the best things I have ever been a part of in my career in various university communities. Perhaps you'll join us this year.<br /><br />And now to that news: we will meet again this coming Monday, September 10, from 7-8:30 PM in Robert Bell 291, otherwise known as The Writing Center. Like last year, we will celebrate the written word, which means we will do a lot of celebrating. You are invited to join us to read from your own work, or your favorite author's, or just listen. It's a free and fun way to meet new writers and discover new writers.<br /><br />We hope to see you there!tdmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10872297633349368672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-33690733683997497202007-04-22T09:28:00.000-05:002007-04-23T11:21:18.007-05:00The Penultimate Meeting<span style="font-weight: bold;">Andrew Clark-Kennedy</span> initiated the evening with a reading of Tony <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hoagland's</span> "Fortune." In lieu of the poem, he provided fortune cookies for everyone. It turns out that this certain brand of fortune cookie doesn't write the most interesting fortunes, or vary it all that much. But the several we heard offer a certain optimism that must have belonged to another, long-forgotten generation.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Rebecca</span> Patrick</span> read some of Gabriel Garcia Marquez's journalistic prose, "Lost Tales." You should also read his <span style="font-style: italic;">News of a Kidnapping</span>.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nate Logan</span> read some prose poems by Margaret Atwood ("In Love with Raymond Chandler"), Joe Bernard ("Freud" and "History" as in "With history piling up so fast, everyday becomes another anniversary for something terrible," or something like that), one by James Tate ("Rapture"), and one by Sarah <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Vargayo</span> (did I spell that right, Nate?) ("What We Miss").<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Todd McKinney</span> read a story by Richard <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Yanez</span>, entitled "I&M Plumbing." Originally published in his short story book, <span style="font-style: italic;">El <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Paso</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">del</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Norte</span></span>, the story also appears in a new anthology of Texas Mexican writers entitled <span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Hecho</span> in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Tejas</span></span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">eidted</span> by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Dagoberto</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Gilb</span>.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tony <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Settineri</span></span> read a piece by John Steinbeck, "Critics from a Writer's Viewpoint," himself becoming a critic.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Laura <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Relyea</span> </span></span>read a short segment from the tremendous Joan <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Didion's</span> last book, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Year of Magical Thinking</span>.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Matthew <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Trisler</span></span> took it to another level by reading his own work, poems entitled "What the Pony Expressed," and three from his typeface project, "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Helvetica</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Neue</span>," Gill Sans," and "Colophon."<br />Finally, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Andrew Clark-Kennedy</span> wrapped it up for us, as if he were stuffing the fortune back inside the cookie, with his own poems, "My Father, the Bachelor," and "Possibilities."<br /><br />And then there was one night left, but already so many words had floated into the air, like smoke exhaled, like moisture evaporating into the skies above the rain forests, like dragonflies hovering,<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"></span> and despite what the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">spiters</span> smoted, and despite what the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">spitters</span> spat, the world was better for it. The world was better for it.tdmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10872297633349368672noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2122380695110711088.post-6127375683463373852007-04-15T07:31:00.000-05:002007-04-15T07:45:13.134-05:00Poetry Reading at the MT CupOur very own <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">Nate Logan</span></span> will be <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" >reading with</span> our very own <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">Peter Davis</span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">at the MT Cup</span></span>. <span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);">"But when?" </span>asked the old man. And even Wolf Blitzer didn't know. Nor did Anderson Cooper. SportsCenter didn't have a clue. The Weather Channel's radar couldn't stop thinking of the storm in America's navel. The four big channels just continued their silly card game. PBS held its annual telethon. The phones were as silent as the sky above the little Midwestern city while TVs blinked and blinked and blinked. <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">Someone help</span> the old man.tdmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10872297633349368672noreply@blogger.com0