baseball, poetry, and kim chi

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

One of the reasons to like The Wild Bunch

Dutch Engstrom (Ernest Borgnine ) to Pike Bishop (William Holden ): “it’s not yr word that counts, it’s who you give it to.”

there was snow

 
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December snow

The other night I went out with a new friend. We had dinner and drank and came back to my place very early in the morning. This was the second time she had been to my place, and I guess she wanted to know me better, so she asked to see photos of my family. I showed her pictures on my blog and computer. She wanted more; she wanted to see my mother. So I pulled out this book my mother made. It is pictures of my family. Pictures of the four of us. My mother made it right after my brother died. So I showed her the pictures, but didn’t expect her to start reading what my mother wrote. But she did. She started crying. Really uncontrollable crying. I sat there, behind her, just listening to her sob and shake. and I smiled at the sad realization that I might just be all cried out. Here was this woman responding to my mother’s sadness and I, who am closest to, and still a part of, this sadness, is so far from crying. I wasn’t anywhere near. I was close to her though. I was feeling. but I was feeling mostly joy.

By the way, she said my mother was a better writer than me. It just might be the truth.

Today is the first day of snow in Seoul. Not much of a snow. It sticks on jackets, but melts on the streets.

Stopped in at a store and bought eggs and pbj (all in one jar. I have given up all control of my sandwich.). (No, the eggs are not in the pbj)

Will finish watching the Wild Bunch. William Holden hardly looks himself.

Zach mentioned Dr. Strangelove. POE takes on a life with Sterling Hayden. But my favorite, including The Killing, The Asphalt Jungle, The Godfather (he stars in the killing and Asphalt), is his part in the Long Goodbye. He owns that part. Calls Gould “Marlboro Man” Shouts “Balls” instead of bullshit and it hits. So on a snowy day, wherever you are, watch the Big Sleep and The Long Goodbye. See how different Marlowe can be.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

Hello to an old friend

Marlowe has opened shop.

Friday, November 25, 2005

the desks

 
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funeral

 
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Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Joseph Massey plays ms simpson. Check it out at his blog

I'd cut and pasted his post to can of corn. Then wondered if that was the right thing to do. Now you have to click on the link to see what J. Massey does.

Monday, November 21, 2005

 
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DMZ

 
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Boulder Thanksgiving 2001

 
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Thanksgiving boulder 2001

 
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Sunday, November 20, 2005

The best of friends

I posted last night about being turned away from a club bc I was not Korean. Today I was reading the NY Times. Two very popular books right now in Japan deal in a very ugly way with Korea and China respectively. Nationalism and Racial purity seem to be of the utmost importance in all three of these countries.

The Germ talks about OBERIU

"one shouldn’t speak of poems as beautiful or not beautiful, but as true or false."

Saturday, November 19, 2005

something that never happend to me in Thailand

“We won’t let you in bc you are not korean.” Real shame, but that is how the night ended. There is racism in the states, but there is also a backlash against it. Here it is just so much the way it is, there is no argument against, there is nothing wrong with behaving this way. Double your standards, double your fun.

I like to hear his name

“I took Italo Calvino's death - 20 years and 5 days ago as I write this - personally.” An article about Italo Calvino in the NY Times.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Guess who i saw

One of my weaknesses as a poet is my inability to shed light on poems. How to talk about these little dandies that exist fully on the page. I read criticism, and love the crit, but wonder if it helps my read. I still think about this, and wish, at times, that the crit would work the way I want it to. Lately thought my thoughts have turned more towards the critical essay as art. It doesn’t need to do anything anymore than a poem needs to do anything. It can be a trigger; it can be a pink binder clip. In the end, it doesn’t even need to be about what it says it is talking about. Now I am reading criticism independent of the poem it is supposed to be talking about and instead reading it as an adventure through the writer’s mind, much the same way I read a poem.

ON this note, it is nice to see that Simon is back. Took his link down long ago, but thanks to Adam Clay, I see that it is time to put that gadget back up. Go Go gadget

Monday, November 14, 2005

6 months

Korea has been acting slow on me. I have been studying the language and working and there isn’t much time for anything else. But after studying Korean for two months, I’m hardly better than when I started. The reason, Korean in a difficult language. This got me thinking, how long do I want to work on this thing? 5 years, 10 years…. you know what, I don’t even want to work on it another week. I don’t think I want to be here in 5 years, figure 6 months might be just enough time for me. I have plans, think they might include an extended stay in Brazil. We will see how this thing plays out, but I think a Latin country is calling. Brazil in August.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Views from the north

"Keeping alive our dress style is a very important political issue to adhere to specific national cultural traditions at a time when the U.S. imperialists are maneuvering to spread the rotten bourgeois lifestyle inside North Korea,"

"Early this year, the North also launched a social campaign against men with long hair, calling them unhygienic, anti-socialist fools."

Saturday, November 05, 2005

Bus Stop Smoochie

I am going to ride around the city in a bus. I am going to ride around the city on the subway. At some point I will get off, get dinner, stretch my legs. All is different now that I am not writing. Things are building. The pain has begun. After months of writing I became bored. Now I am ready to write again. Problem is, I still remember how. Need more time away. Need to be done with what was before, begin again new, learn again new. So now I am going to cruise the city. Bus stop smoochie would be nice.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Dreams

This is how I see it. I fly from Seoul to SF. Give a reading at Artifact. Fly from there to Lincoln. give a reading at The Clean Part. Fly to New York. Give a reading at Burning Chair. Along the way I develop groupies. At Artifact, there are only a few. By the time I get to New York, there are so many tickets are being scalped. Three readings. International fame. Figure someone from Europe will see me in NY, at Burning Chair, and bring me to London, and from London a new set of groupies begin, take hold, lay claim. Paris, Berlin. Where in Italy? Where in Northern Africa?

It is definitely cool here in Seoul. The most exciting thing that has happened to me in the past few days was spilling Windex in the super market and seeing every store worker come to my rescue (The Windex had a leak), clean the floor, say they were sorry. I told them it was not their fault. The floor was clean; my pant leg was full of Windex. Tried to retrieve the toothbrushes I’d had in the bag, now all blue on back, tried to give them to me, and I said thank you no.

Today I was asked (in class) why I was a bad speller. Poke-a-dot or pok-a-dot? Why don’t I know?

Walt, Yale, Action, Tupelo, keep an eye out, After Meng Chiao is coming your way. It is in the mail and looking sharp

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Typo Burning Action

Come on, feel the noise!

Sit in The Burning Chair as we witness once and for all

ActionBooks Night
featuring
Lara Glenum
Arielle Greenberg
&
Johannes Göransson
8 p.m., Sunday, November 6
the Cloister Café, 238 E. 9th Street

FREE


ABOUT THE READERS

LARA GLENUM was raised in the gothic South. She studied for her M.A. in
English at the University of Chicago and received her M.F.A. in Creative
Writing from The University of Virginia, where she was a Hoyns Teaching Fellow. In
2000, she received a Fulbright to Prague to translate 20th C. Czech poetry. She
continues to collaborate on translations of Czech avant-garde poets with her
husband, Josef Horá?ek. At present, she teaches among the kudzu vines at The
University of Georgia, where she is a Ph.D. candidate specializing in
Modernism and the Historical Avant-Garde, post-modern aesthetics, and theories of
the sublime and the grotesque. She has recently served as an associate
editor of Verse magazine. Her poetry has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and
has appeared in Conjunctions, New American Writing, Denver Quarterly,
Fence,American Letters & Commentary, and elsewhere.

ARIELLE GREENBERG is the author of Given (Verse, 2002), and the
chapbook Fa(r)ther Down: Songs from the Allergy Trials (New Michigan, 2003).
Current projects include co-editing, with Rachel Zucker, an anthology of essays
on women poets and mentorship. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming
in the anthologies Best American Poetry 2004 and 2005, Legitimate Danger:
American Poets of the New Century, and Isn't It Romantic: 100 Love Poems by
Younger American Poets and in journals including Conjunctions, the Denver
Quarterly, and the American Poetry Review. She teaches in the graduate and
graduate poetry programs at Columbia College Chicago, where she is a co-editor of the poetry journal Court Green. She lives in Evanston, IL with her family.

JOHANNES GÖRANSSON'S translations of various Swedish poets have
appeared or are forthcoming in special issues of Bitter Oleander, Fourteen Hills and
Typo. His poems have appeared in journals like jubilat, Salt Hill and Octopus. He
is a PhD candidate at the University of Georgia and teaches at the University of
Alabama.

ABOUT ACTIONBOOKS

Rather than setting forth a program for a certain aesthetic, this press
is interested in encouraging poets to follow their obsessions, dare to
enlarge our notions of what poetry and language can do and be. We are much more
interested in poetry that fails interestingly than succeeds by skillfully
replicating models. Among other things, we are interested in poets that work with the book as the unit of composition (rather than the individual poem), poets who
experiment with the visual presentation and logic of the text, and poets whose
manuscript reveals its own process, rather than merely finalized products.

As part of this goal to enlarge the notion of poetry, we plan to publish
contemporary writers in translation. We want to challenge the artificial
boundaries of national and aesthetic schools.
We want poetry that goes too far.

ABOUT THE BURNING CHAIR & TYPO

The Burning Chair Reading Series is the result of the editors of Typo
and their supporters using their online network to
bring poets from the United States and abroad to New York City and match them
with local poets creating poems worthy of international attention. Our
readers are generally younger, have two or fewer books, and work outside the
mainstream. These are not typically experimental or avant-garde poets,
however. They are studied, traditionally astute, and have reputations among those looking for the next generation of poets who are willing to make it new, rather than
folow the crowd.

We hold our readings at the Cloister Café, which offers indoor,
semi-enclosed, and outdoor areas, all highly decorative (a fountain, stained glass, a suit of armor, all theyre missing is the monkey).

The intention of the Burning Chair Reading Series is to introduce a new
collection of poets through a venue removed from the literary scenes.
We wantto promote a warm rather than austere or clubby mentality for an
audience consisting of poets, fans, and people new to poetry.


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