I bought boots! I love 'em... these are the boots I've been wanting for years. (A splurge, but I had a gift card left from my birthday months ago that needed to be used, so... )
I did nearly break my neck trying to walk in them at first. I'm just not used to two-inch heels. It's true, I'm not particularly girly. My usual idea of "high heels" would be my Dansko clogs. Yeah.
Perhaps I bought them in an attempt to climb inside the main persona of the series of poems I've been working on.
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If you want to buy something too, try one of these:
Karen J. Weyant's chapbook, Stealing Dust, is now available for pre-order at Finishing Line Press. One thing that has surprised me about the blogging world is the fact that when I enjoy someone's blog, 9 times out of 10 I end up enjoying their poetry too. (The reverse is not necessarily always true... some very good poets are just lazy bloggers. Ahem.) I ordered mine tonight.
And Tim Green's full-length collection, American Fractal, is also available for pre-order via Amazon (or directly from Red Hen Press if you were lucky enough to get a flyer in the mail, but it doesn't seem to be up on Red Hen's website yet). This one's on my "buy at AWP" list. I think it will be a good one.
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Mary B. posted a pop quiz on her blog so I figured I'd post my answers here, since I can't think of much to post here lately without being prodded.
1. When was the last time you wrote a poem?
Yesterday evening, sitting in my seat at the Buskirk-Chumley Theater (which is an old renovated movie theater and one of my very favorite places to see live music), in between the opening act and Kimya Dawson's concert.
2. What was its title?
Actually I wrote two. The one that has a title is "House Lights Down." The other one has a provisional title that I don't like.
3. What was one image from the poem (if applicable)?
The mingled voices of the audience as net, ready to catch the falling musician/performer (implicit image: musician/performer as trapeze artist).
4. Do you currently have a poem percolating in your brain?
Bunches of them, which is very unusual for me. I've actually started keeping a list of poems I want to write -- jotting down the primary image or plot point (since these are mostly a part of my narrative-ish series) that I want to convey. When I want to write, I can just sit down, get out my list, pick one, and get to work. No, the writing process has never worked like this for me before. It's quite startling.
5. If you answered "yes" to number four, what is one image from that poem?
Musician at soundcheck, singing into the empty, empty, echoing hall, putting everything they have into the vocal even though there ain't nobody paying attention because they're all bustling around getting stuff set up.
Should probably write a poem about cool boots, too. :)
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Still taking answers to my "what do you say when someone asks you what kind of poems you write" question from the other day. Surely there are more fabulous answers out there.
10 comments:
Kimya's "12/26" song is a gutwrencher.
Honey I can do 6 in heels no problem.
Thanks for linking me! :)
I can do 5" if they're chunky. 4" if they're regular/spike. & I do a helluva kick-line in 3" character shoes.
Kick ass boots.
Those boots were made for walking...and ass kicking.
Those boots were made for *rockin'*.
What is up with word verification these days? I think it's been possessed by a pixie spirit. My word verification right now is "mimman."
I can still manage 3-1/2 in heels, but 4 and 5 are starting to be too painful for a full day. I used to think Jimmy Choo/Manolo, and now I am thinking Anne Klein II.
It still kills me to wear any flats that aren't tennis shoes.
I've been DREAMING about cowboy boots lately(!)
Interesting that I was thinking about that image(cowboy boots)and I clicked on your blog here, and...well. well. well.
If someone asks what kind of poetry I write(I hate that question, too, it's just a really odd question), I usually say it's confessional in tone, and always about relationships--and by that, I mean the relationships we have with each other, animals, objects, cities, countries, philosophies, etc....".
When someone asks me what kind of poem I write, I usually say, "my kind" with a look that tells them how uncool that question is. ;)
Those boots are made for *sassy!*
If someone asked me what type of poems I write I'd say "confessional epics" or "surrealist elegies" or "american fractals" or "homoerotic litanies" or "existential odes." Or maybe "lyric narratives." Or perhaps I would just stare at them until they feel uncomfortable.
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