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Hello all! Hope you have all had a good 2009, so far. Seattle, I understand, is still battling snow. Here in SoCal it’s been a tad colder than usual, but nothing to complain about.

I had a little bit of news that I wanted to share. A few years ago I started studying Japanese and Japanese culture, and this led me to reading quite a bit of Japanese poetry. I started experimenting with haiku and haibun. I sent in a haiku to the Mainichi Haiku Contest last year, and just found out I was an “Honorable Mention.”
Here’s a link to the pdf of the winners:
http://mdn.mainichi.jp/features/haiku/etc/pdf/MainichiHaikuContest2008.pdf
It’s worth reading all of it, especially the translations into French and Japanese (but if you’re looking for me, I’m on page 13.)
For some reason this made me quite happy. (And thanks to Michael Dylan Welch who told me about the news!)

I was talking yesterday about impatience. Impatience is not a great character trait for a poet – all that waiting, and waiting, and waiting…but alas, I’ve always been a kind of jumpy, impatient, nervous type. I was thinking about how I don’t want to send out any poems in the new year until I start hearing back from magazines. How I worry and fret when a magazine takes longer than six months to get back to me (which is often.) How every time I send a manuscript out, I’m counting the hours til I hear the result.
I think about poor Sylvia Plath – if she’d just been a little more patient, she might not have been overwhelmed by all the other circumstances in her life, the snow and the health problems and the Ted stuff, might have seen that her poetry career was just about to take off, that she was writing the best poetry she’d ever written. She really wanted that Yale Younger Poets Prize before she was thirty. If she’d only known losing that prize wouldn’t be important long term. If only she’d known how the feminist movement was about to explode, and her poetry would be adored by all nineteen-year-old college girls for decades to come, and if only she’d known, if only she had waited a little longer…and I think about Emily D, sending out poems only to have them rejected or gently made fun of by older editors who just didn’t understand the revolution in poetry Emily was undertaking. If only she’d known while she was still alive how important her writing was, how treasured it would be down the road.
And I was thinking, the lesson here is that the real work is the writing, keep writing, keep sending out, but don’t be so nervous about the outcomes.

So long, 2008! Here’s wishing you (and myself) a happier, brighter, healthier, and generally more magical New Year in 2009, despite the news reports, the economics experts, the naysayers.

We’re going to go watch some fireworks, eat some appetizers in La Jolla, and visit the seal beach before we ring in 2009. Hooray for warmer climates, for palm trees instead of evergreens, for dolphins off the coast, for scrub and cacti and hummingbirds sitting on bird-of-paradise leaves next to the highway. This is the first time in, I think, five years that I haven’t been seriously sick on New Year’s Eve, and I am going to go enjoy it!

Blessings and happiness and wishes granted…

Too many movies?

This is not the inspirational blog post about 2009 because I don’t have the mental energy for that yet. It is a list of movies I have watched in the last seven days, mostly on those “old movies” channels like AMC or TCM:
–Casablanca
–The Big Sleep
–The Maltese Falcon
–Annie Hall
–Teacher’s Pet
–Christmas in Connecticut
–Remember the Night
–A Christmas Story
–House Bunny
That’s an overdose of movies, because we had a lot of rain around Christmas and San Diego isn’t exactly thriving with indoor activity options. A lot of them were very good (sadly, not House Bunny. I was expecting better from the Legally Blonde screenwriters, but alas, I’m afraid all the good stuff in that script was from the book it was based on.) I had never seen Annie Hall before, or Christmas in Connecticut, both of which I liked very much. I never really liked anything of Woody Allen’s before except Bullets Over Broadway. The Big Sleep has great scenes in it, especially towards the beginning, some of them written by William Faulkner, I think, which makes me like him better. I read something about how the screenwriters had to write to Raymond Chandler (the book’s author) to find out who had killed the chauffer, but even he didn’t know.

Merry Christmas Eve!
Well, the shortest day of the year is behind us. I’ll remember 2008 mostly for the weirdness, the combination of dramatically good with dramatically (and sometimes comically) bad.
For instance, the day in the middle of a Northwest cold snap I found out Kelli and I had won the Dorothy Prize (a hugely helpful poetry phenomenon in a financially tight year) I was also hospitalized for breathing trouble (a combo of asthma and bronchitis) and the propane tank of the cabin we were renting in PT (our source of heat and hot water) was repossessed because our landlord had some complicated problem with his bills.
It was really hard to celebrate that day, but that is something I’m coming to learn – you have to celebrate the good things when they come along, even if it’s hard to appreciate all that wonderful. To be happy despite. To count blessings instead of curses, even while you’re cursing.
In the last year, I’ve seen white deer in the woods, watched orcas and sea otters, taught marvelously talented high school kids about poetry and comic book heroines, finished writing a new manuscript, read hundreds of wonderful books, learned new poems by heart. In my new town, yesterday, in between rainy spells during which I was thinking about how I missed my Seattle friends and my family back in the Midwest, I saw whales from the shore, jumping around in the blue ocean. I watched egrets and phoebes and hummingbirds. My sweet husband baked cupcakes. I am breathing. These things make me thankful.

Here’s wishing you all a happy, healthy, bright 2009! Don’t forget to celebrate!

Tis the Season…

For interviews? Here’s an interview with me (where we talk about fairy tale influences, Cinderella, and other various and sundry details) posted at the online fairy tale lit site, Les Bonnes Fees:
Interview with Jeannine at Les Bonnes Fees