Friday, October 24, 2014

I Want To Control the Future Press

The 5 Steps to My Pedagogical Redemption:
1. Student writes an essay about fitting in called the "Bro Community"
2. In "Bro Community" student supports thesis with the reason that he brings the "party bag" to the bro parties.
3. Student disappears for 9 classes.
4. Student returns and asks to be let back into the class.
5. I, the Professor, get to say "Not even a party bag can save you now, bro."
The End.

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

A Lineup of Tulips Press

from a 1956 conversation:

Adorno: On the one hand, we are facing questions today that can no longer simply be expressed in economic terms; on the other hand, anthropological questions can no longer be separated from economic ones.

Horkheimer: Today it is no longer possible to distinguish between good and bad.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

After the Credits Roll a Man Is Left in the Lap of a Wolf Press

Chicago: I return to a spinning record player & 8 diner mugs. I return for yogurt & raisins & a skylight. I return to doubt & the desire to be patient with it. I will twirl my hair forever. My ghosts will twirl their heads. They will burn on the roof deck.

Someone in Northampton has a new tattoo, a black outline of a dog on the forearm's white meat.
Someone else in Northampton has a cat named Frances.
Someone else in Northampton lets in mosquitoes.
Someone else in Northampton lies on a quilt.
Someone else in Northampton drinks tap water, lines up wooden animals on a guest desk.

Someone in New York is clanking around the ferris wheel, supervising sandy burials from rusty heights.
Someone else in New York stutters into a row of sidewalk pines.
Someone else in New York shares my fantasy: a house made of water slides.
Someone else in New York shaves her head & sips Russian beer.
Someone else in New York has my throat, is my cold war mistress.
Someone else in New York stores bobby pins in an empty candle box.


I have started a Summer 2014 To Do List. It looks like this right now, not in order of importance:

1) Take meditation classes ASAP to help w anxiety. Make brain better.
2) Establish Exercise routine
3) Write essay on ES*** ASAP
4) Write essay for After Objectivism
5) blurb KJS's chapbook
6) Re-read Sam’s Poem and give feedback
7) Research Writers in the Schools Chicago / make contacts
8) Get and read books/articles on Ethnography in Composition classes / update curriculum
9) Infuse vodka!
10) Plant dill and basil
11) Write letter to GC
12) Write Letters to all the people to whom I am behind on letter writing
13) Care package for JB.
14****** READ books on faith/atheism and WRITE. WRITE. ************

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Sibling to a Cloud Press

I have been gone. For a year, basically. Here I am. I got a fulltime job teaching a 4/4 load at a community college in Chicago. I live in Chicago. I worked 7 days a week. This summer I come/am coming up for air. Sibling to a cloud. Look at those trees go! Dangerous as a silent reader. A crying fig & the mind minds. They were glided. What do we have to decide? Bone styli. Devotion to experience. To attend without differentiating.


Jen Denrow has a poem up at Every Day Genius that is lovely and creepy and lovely again:

What are you waiting for? Click that link.


I am in a hotel in Mississippi. Sometime when I was a child I found it funny to spell MS backwards: Ippississim.

Someone in the other bed is sleeping. The humidity. My locks have never been curlier. We walk round the cul-de-sac. We are waiting for a loved one's loved one to die. We see fire flies. We are not welcome in the house. We hold down the legs of a seizing father. Someone I love is bereft. Someone I love is about to experience great loss. I roll my Rs inside my mouth. I drink rose tea. The hotel hallway has a carpet covered in lungs. I think they are supposed to be berries but they resemble pink lungs. I sit in the hotel hallway. I resemble someone on the phone.

Friday, March 21, 2014

Often I Google Tree Houses Press

The lovely Elisa Gabbert has written about my new book, Collateral Light. And somehow, miraculously, has managed to bring Ashbery & Tori Amos together in one essay:

I am very grateful.

Monday, January 27, 2014

Snow-squeak Press

I'm incredibly excited to have my poem and an explanation of that poem on the Poetry Society of America's website today:

I really, really am thrilled.


Today is another school day that's been cancelled due to the cold weather. No snow, no ice, just COLD weather. And I feel bummed because I was going to talk to my students today about Brent Staples' "Black Men & Public Spaces." And now, due to lack of classes, I'm going to have to cut an Alice Walker story from my syllabus. I know all the children and college students of the world of Chicago are gleeful due to school being cancelled, so I feel very far away from the glee. Which makes me feel OLD. But, dang it, I wanted to discuss Alice Walker with my students.

Monday, January 20, 2014

Swamp Thing Press

“The struggle of literature is in fact a struggle to escape from the confines of language"--Italo Calvino

It's Saturday & this is what I know: The snow is in motion. 3 lilies open on the coffee table like beaks of an angry beast. I've turned my coffee into a dirty cloud. How much butter I've melted on toast.


I'm teaching Richard Rodriguez's "Aria" on Tuesday and am looking for good quotes about language to have students begin with some personal writing. And then I was reading MLK Jr and his speech "The Other America" and here is an excerpt:

I’m still convinced that nonviolence is the most potent weapon available to oppressed people in their struggle for freedom and justice. I feel that violence will only create more social problems than they will solve. That in a real sense it is impractical for the Negro to even think of mounting a violent revolution in the United States. So I will continue to condemn riots, and continue to say to my brothers and sisters that this is not the way. And continue to affirm that there is another way.

But at the same time, it is as necessary for me to be as vigorous in condemning the conditions which cause persons to feel that they must engage in riotous activities as it is for me to condemn riots. I think America must see that riots do not develop out of thin air. Certain conditions continue to exist in our society which must be condemned as vigorously as we condemn riots. But in the final analysis, a riot is the language of the unheard.

And what is it that America has failed to hear? It has failed to hear that the plight of the Negro poor has worsened over the last few years. It has failed to hear that the promises of freedom and justice have not been met. And it has failed to hear that large segments of white society are more concerned about tranquility and the status quo than about justice, equality, and humanity. And so in a real sense our nation’s summers of riots are caused by our nation’s winters of delay. And as long as America postpones justice, we stand in the position of having these recurrences of violence and riots over and over again. Social justice and progress are the absolute guarantors of riot prevention.


My landlord is taking away the broken dishwasher. It's swampy.