Well, since I can’t tell you my good news yet (I’ll give you a hint – it has to do with a “g” word rather than a “b” word) I’ll give you a funny anecdote instead…
Yesterday, I went to my doctor and then to get my hair cut (sounds like a weird combination, but they are right next door to each other, and since I had to get some more tests done for my weird fever situation, I thought I might get my hair done as well.) The first thing I thought, after talking with a new doc at the office and then to a new hairdresser, is that if doctors listened as well as hairdressers, we would all be in better health. (No offense, Peter or C. Dale. I’m sure you are both great listeners 😉
My new hairstylist had recently visited Chile with friends, one of whom offered to take her on a tour of Pablo Neruda’s homes. We talked about how important poetry was to the culture there. Then she said, “ARE there any American poets?” And I said, “Yes, but they’re all in hiding at universities.”
This conversation led me to think that maybe all those studies showing people just aren’t aware of contemporary poetry are right on. Perhaps poets should join an American Idol tour or something. Or we should create a show called “So You Think You Can Write…” My dream judging panel would be Louise Gluck or Margaret Atwood (for the strict one) Denise Duhamel (the bubbly one) and maybe Bob Hicok (the one who has the feel-good factor but says things that make very little sense.)
Would you watch that show?
Leaving tomorrow for Portland again, be back Monday…
Back from Portland, exhausted but feeling like, although I am the middle of a crossroads (where to live, what to do for a living, figuring out general purpose of life, etc) things will work out. Got to chat with Pattiann Rogers a little while I was at school,and caught up with friends, which was cool, as well as catch a reading (Joe Millar and Claire Davis.) Stayed up too late visiting, though.
Actually had nice weather for once on the way down, so we stopped by The City of Roses’ actual rose garden, where some middle-aged folks were dancing around with scarves (Solstice celebration) and a bride with a train was walking awkwardly through the wet grass. Every color of rose was in bloom – lavender, peach, yellow, white with red stripes, tiny pink, giant pink, orange, climbing roses…and a view of a snowy volcano (Mt. Hood) in the background.
And now I’ve done my last reading for the summer, time to turn my attention to working (writing for money,) writing (poetry, not for money,) and sending out books/poetry packets. And maybe having some fun, visiting with family, my cats, and my husband.
Off to Forest Grove, Oregon to read tomorrow for the MFA program (and catch up with friends as well!) 2:45 in Marsh Hall for you Portland-ites who want to make the trip out to Pacific U.
Jeffery Bahr pointed out how Poets & Writers has snubbed me by having an article on literary writers who write about superheroes…but not a mention of “Female Comic Book Superheroes” or “Becoming the Villainess?” Honestly…
Feel free to start a letter-writing campaign on my behalf here (editor@pw.org) – let P&W know your outrage 🙂
Read Tony Hoagland’s new book of poetry essays, and really enjoyed his essay “Negative Capability: How to Talk Mean and Influence People.” I’m afraid I thoroughly agree with his assessment that meanness can elevate poetry and make it more incisive, witty, and less boring. Does this mean I’m a bad person? I was thinking about my favorite writers, and I’m afraid they all share a bit of this “mean” quality..all of Gluck, a lot of Atwood, Osamu Dazai, even that poem I love by Louis Simpson, “My Father in the Night Commanding No.” Eliot, HD, E.D.’s “Victory Comes Late,” ee cummings’ “Anyone Lived in a Pretty How Town,” Plath’s sense of humor, Haruki Murakami, Thomas Hardy, Ovid…Not a cuddly one in the bunch.
A belated thank-you to Kelli for calling this a thinking-blog. They may already have been nominated, but I nominate Jeffery Bahr (How else would I know what’s in Harper’s every month?) and Jessica Smith (always entertaining) and Ivy Alvarez and Kristy Bowen (both impressive thinkers) for these Thinking Blogger awards. Oh, and Mary Agner, for her great reviews of fiction and biographies and other books I might never read without her. Here’s the origin of the meme.
Bloggers invading dreamscapes: Last night I dreamed I was checking into a huge floating business hotel for a conference. At the desk, I got to introduce Rebecca Loudon to my mom, who for some reason were both attending the conference with me. All the rooms had no walls between connecting rooms and one glass wall that looked out on a cityscape.
Deb Ager has introduced me to the terrible addictive Goodreads.com. I spent 45 minutes there last night. Is that productive time? Still, a lot of fun to see what other people are reading, and I joined two groups – “Murakami fans” and “Mythic Fiction.”
I went into the local library to thank the librarian who put my book up in the “New and Interesting Reads” display. It was already checked out again! She was very sweet. Yay for good librarians who read poetry. Although she did divulge that she doesn’t usually put poetry up there, but she thought the cover was very cool.
I’m going to Forest Grove, Oregon this Thurday and again next Friday, for a reading and then my official graduation ceremony. It’ll be fun to see some of the faculty and meet some new students. They seem to get better every semester. Anyway, after that I have some downtime for the summer, which I should probably fill up with freelance work.
Glenn and I are thinking about moving a couple of hours away from Seattle this fall, to be able to afford a real home and not just a very small and somewhat dingy apartment home. We are looking at Bellingham and Port Townsend…where homes (real freestanding ones) still fall in the 300K range rather than the 750K range. I also feel this arrangement would be good for my writing. Suburbia has never agreed with me. I like the feel of the country and small towns, especially small towns with good parks, libraries, bookstores, and grocery shops (my homes away from home.) With a big city a comfortable drive away for access to hospitals, shopping, readings, etc. I think we would like to settle down and not move every six to eighteen months for a while, too. Maybe we could get a dog to go with our cats!
Jeannine Hall Gailey served as the second Poet Laureate of Redmond, Washington and the author of Becoming the Villainess, She Returns to the Floating World, Unexplained Fevers, The Robot Scientist’s Daughter, and winner of the Moon City Press Book Prize and SFPA’s Elgin Award, Field Guide to the End of the World. Her latest, Flare, Corona from BOA Editions, was a finalist for the Washington State Book Award. She’s also the author of PR for Poets, a Guidebook to Publicity and Marketing. Her work has been featured on NPR’s The Writer’s Almanac, Verse Daily and The Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror. Her poems have appeared in The American Poetry Review, Poetry, and JAMA.
