Robert Creeley died today.
Was hoping it was a mean April Fools day prank, but it is the 30th of March.
baseball, poetry, and kim chi
Robert Creeley died today.
Click the tittle to read the article. This is the letter I sent in response:
Black warrior and Indiana Review both sent notice that they got my work. Good to know, especially when you are sending work overseas. yesterday was a day of big sushi and a few hours reading Coming Through Slaughter at Krema. Later played Ping pong, learned that you have to throw the ball 21 centimeters in the air when you serve. news to me. am perfecting a new serve. Played pool for about one and a half hours, and because I lost, I paid. about 17 bucks US. Too much for such a short time. Later at Beatles. Long night of drinking. I took a picture at Beatles so you could see how many records they have. Thousands and thousands. Judas Priest to Phantom of the Opera, but no Frank Zappa. the other picture is just some girls dancing on the street. no idea why they were dancing, didn’t seem to be selling anything. I’d like to believe they were just doing it for the pleasure of passers by.
Click on the title to read the NY Times article. This is a letter I sent in response.
If you scroll down to the pics, you will see my new buddies in Seoul. Drank in the park, got hungry, strolled through campus drinking Bud (Not me, I’d already finished mine) in the late afternoon. Then over to eat some Sam Kyup Sal and drink Soju, then to Beatles to drink a mix of Cass (typical big beer schwill you will find anywhere in the world) and Guinness. A quick run down of the past few days. 4 hours sleep. 20 hours drinking. Balanced life. Today though is a day of rest. Movies to be watched, Twix to be eaten. I have water and Blue PowerAde in the room. don’t think I will be seeing the outside again till the morn.
After a long night out (didn’t get back in until after five), I got a good hour of sleep in, then up for the games. I have nothing intelligent to say. I told myself, when the game went into overtime, that there was no way that this game, win or lose, wouldn’t be great. Well, it wasn’t. If any of you saw the last play of confusion, cry with me. What an awful way to lose. Stoudamire doesn’t even touch the ball. Fry doesn’t touch the ball. all we get is a banked 3 point attempt. pitiful way to end. after such a wonderful game, to just give it away (not to mention the 15 point lead with 4 minutes left).
when I wake up in the morning my brain is going 100 MPH. I have books I need to read, coffee to make, internet news to read, poems to write, e-mails to send. I love all this stuff. just floating around. I have so many adventures inside my little room, inside my head. when people ask me what I do, I cant explain to them how I can spend a whole day in my room being productive, but not having many trophies to hold up and say, “this is what I did”. So I don’t.
good afternoon blogville. seems I only do this thing when the basketball is being played. U of A just advanced to the final 8. Play against Illinois in 2 days. Been talking with Pirooz and Stacy about starting a magazine. I think it would be fun. Still a bit giddy about the game.
Soon there will be photos. Right now, we are learning, we are learning slowly, we are frightened.
I ordered the online package for the NCAA tournament.
The NCAA tournament opened today. Woke up at 2a to get the first game. Now it is just after 1p and I am running on fumes.