Anne Carson has read more than I have. Anne Carson is much smarter than I am.
I do think those statements are true–about her being smarter and more well read–but I also think they’re kind of bullshit excuses that everyone dips into on occasion when reading and dishing Ms. Carson. Everyone loves “The Glass [...]
That’s right: graduation, the jail, family, my boring but good-paying office job, looking for a teaching job, and our formerly-neat-and-tidy-now-bulldozed- looking-wrecked-ass apartment tried to kill me with their demands on my time–but I prevailed and I came out of last week with an MFA in poetry. Dean Guma told me I was entitled to “all [...]
It was when I was living in Columbus, working at Half Price Books, trading almost constantly with my friends (especially Chris (email me you bastard)) new music we’d just heard, prefacing the sounds coming out of the car stereo/computer speakers/headphones with either “Dude. You’ll fucking love this,” or “I’ve been digging this, but I’m not [...]
Jeff and I are not dead. You know, yet. We are even actually starting to dig ourselves out of the exhaustion hole we’ve been sunk in for the past couple months. Hooray!
These words have been sitting in a disordered draft on this here blog for over a week. Oops. On the upside, [...]
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