Well, well. AWP 2009. Well, well.
Thank you to JMW & Lily Brown(& Bella) for letting us stay with them in Chicago.
Thank you to JMW's poetry students for their attention during our reading & enthusiasm during the Q&A.
Thank you to the many awesome poets who read every night of the conference and to the poets who organized said readings.
Thank you to the city of Chicago for the $2.50 bottles of Old Style. I will miss you.
(Soon, soon I will reveal to you the wondrous books/chapbooks/journals I picked up to keep me company during the remaining dark, insidious months of winter.)
Have you seen Joaquin Phoenix on Letterman? This is after Phoenix has sworn off acting to pursue a career in rapping:
I thank Dana Stevens for this excerpt from his/her article in Slate (I bolded by favorite sentence):
There are multiple theories as to what Phoenix's public decompensation is all about. (He announced in October that he was giving up acting for good to pursue a career as a musician and has since had one disastrous live show in which he rapped inaudibly and fell off the stage.) He could be spiraling down into alcohol or drug addiction—the actor has done a stint in rehab in the past. He could be mentally ill. Or the whole thing could be an elaborate hoax, staged with the help of his friend and brother-in-law Casey Affleck, who's planning to direct a documentary that's ostensibly about Phoenix's transition from acting to rapping but will (according to theory No. 3) turn out to be the chronicle of an Andy Kaufman-style piece of performance art.
Friday I'm seeing the film Made In Jamaica.
Looks good, doesn't it?