Last night I had a dream that Britney Spears was being heralded as the future of American poetry.

What I'm Reading

Recently/Currently:

The Sonnets, Ted Berrigan
The Collected Poems, Robert Creeley
Louise in Love, Mary Jo Bang
Lunch Poems, Frank O'Hara
Octopus #10, lots of poets

About to begin:
The Promise of Glass, Michael Palmer

Will the euphoria ever wear off?

And I've been listening to a lot of Regina Spektor/Juno Soundtrack/Three Dog Night. Specifically Never Been to Spain (it's been running obsessively in my head).

I might also be obsessed with writing Sonnets (even though they turn out badly).

Creation

So I finished the chapbook I promised Mathias last semester. I keep looking at it in awe of myself. It's totally not a big deal and Mathias is the only person with a copy, but I made something. I made something and I put it out into the world. I get it now. I always said I wasn't that interested in publishing, but I get it now.

Kind of like how new parents seem to spend a lot of time staring at red, not terribly attractive infants completely in awe of this thing they've created. I'm sure my awe will wear off once it starts screaming thru the night and throws up on me a couple times.

I want this.

how I occupy my time

Since Charles asked very nicely (out of concern for Bret's feelings), here is a post.

Lately I've been reading nonfiction, pretty much this and this.

Now, I'm reading this, which seems like a book one ought to have read by now.

And I've been watching a lot of movies. Like this one, this one, this one, this one, this one, and this one. I've watched other movies too.

And I've not written or revised a damn thing. But I'm toying with a screen play mainly so I can orchestrate the music and camera shots. I'm just a little bit inspired by Diablo Cody, but her dialogue is a little too styled and over the top.

I think thats about it for now.