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.

Well. That'll teach me to attempt to bake when I should have been writing papers.
Poor beignets, you would have been so delicious.

So something like 11 years after it's original release, I finally watched Grosse Pointe Blank. I think I might be just a little more enamored with John Cusack than I was before.
Movie rating: brilliant.

I read half a book last night. And another book the night before. Neither of which were worth admitting to. I figure it's like stretching before you run the race? In the near future I think I'm going to step it up a level with some John Irving. If that goes well, maybe I'll increase the weight to something literary like Camus or Sontag or Dubus III.

books.

I finished a novel last night. It's the first novel that I've read in months. I was ecstatically disappointed by the book, but the act of reading in itself felt genuinely good. Maybe I'll start reading books again. Books were, after all, my first love.

I want to be a poet like this.

I can't wrap my head around Lara Glenum. This is a very bad thing, when I have to write a review of her book.


For those of you unfamiliar, you can read her poems here, here, and here.

Lara Glenum

Off to teatime, I muttered, spitting out history like a terrible pill.

Why Graham Foust is better than dessert

This Poem

was not supposed to exist.
It replaces another one
that committed suicide.

Of all the cameraless places
I've seen me, this unbuilt room
is most like a poem.

I come to it
unquiet. I fill
the unbuilt room.

This is this poem.
This is that poem.
There is no truer suture.

Note

Graham Foust=yes.



That is all.

Wichita

Seemingly delightful little town.



Now, I go write something.

http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809834155/video/4367764

This is what I'll be doing, come Christmas day.