Apparently, even the World's Worst Poet...
...gets a shot at posterity.
Frankly, I've seen poems far worse than the one included in the article.
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Apparently, even the World's Worst Poet...
...gets a shot at posterity.
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something old, something new
From a New York Times essay on the increasing number of writers and decreasing number of readers: “American literature has never been deeper and stronger and more various than it is now, [yet] one could put that more pessimistically: given the manifold distractions of modern life, we now have more great writers working in the United States than anyone has the time or inclination to read.”
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catching breath
I've had to plunge back into work after returning from RavenCon this past weekend. Hope to say more about my time there later. I did get to briefly enjoy hanging out with ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} johncwright and his wife Jagi; John referred to me as "Clockwork Mike." I also tag teamed a two-hour poetry workshop with bud_webster; this proved mucho delightful. Again, more later.All the materials for Mythic Delirium 18 are now turned in, illustrations, cover art, the worx; for once, I'm the one holding things up. I hope to bring the issue into corporeal existence this coming weekend. |
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And I thought the SFWA slapfights were stupid...
...then I found out that, as I've been working on a proper tribute to the late Nelson Bond, a writer forgotten by the public at large but still beloved by such insignificant folk as Ray Bradbury and Neil Gaiman, the blogosphere has been consumed with the pros and cons of the Open Source Boob Project. (I won't dignify any part of the discussion with links.)
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wee announcement
My experiences at the dedication of the Nelson Bond Room, though wonderful, have left me exhausted.
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it really did happen
Here's proof. Though I'm amused to note that my actual job title is "staff writer," not "columnist"; and the quotes attributed to me are not verbatim what I said, though the basic sense is the same (I know this for certain because I was reading from a prepared speech, not talking off the cuff) ... it's hard for me to hold that against the reporter, though, since I was speaking pretty fast. I had a lot of ground to cover. |
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More Nelson Bond
In 2006, a group of players at Balticon made a podcast out of an episode from Nelson's comic sf novel, Lancelot Biggs: Spaceman. Just click on the square below...
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Thursday...
According to the Academy of American Poets, Thursday is the first ever Poem In Your Pocket Day.
Disaster at the Brainbank™ ATMWe’re sorry, we’ve misfiled your personality, and deposited you childhood memories in someone else’s account. We warned you: we’ve just upgraded, you must protect your own persona till the bugs smooth out. It seems you’ve far surpassed your limit In altruistic reverie, we’ve deducted two life-changing epiphanies for each infraction (our standard fee) and provided you with four new subconscious anxieties as insurance against our own liability. Now here’s your requested pleasure center stimulation. Have a Nice Daydream™.
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Tomorrow
...marks the first anniversary of the massacre at Virginia Tech.
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Vital Factors
Nelson Bond week is about to begin at Marshall University. I'll be a part of it this Saturday, speaking to commemorate the dedication of the Nelson Bond Room. The university will screen some of the best of the television programs Nelson wrote through the days leading up to the dedication.
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breaking a leg
In one of the skits I performed in tonight, I played a mad scientist. I can honestly say that I: And I'm: She forgave me, though.
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shameful
It crept up on me too fast to tell anyone about it in a timely manner ... but tomorrow night and Saturday I'll be performing in the latest installment of The Best of No Shame Theatre. Tomorrow three actors and I will bring to life my extremely truncated poem "Return of Zombie Teen Angst," forthcoming in Asimov's; Saturday I'll either be reciting my quasi-political poem "retrovirus" or doing a reprise of "The Strip Search," I'm not sure which.
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I'm too psyched about this to sit on it
It seems most proper that The Journey to Kailash should include a poem about Jackson Pollock. Like that painter of large-scale states of mind, Mike Allen pours everything he’s got onto his poem-canvases. Mythologies, science-fiction scenarios, private memories and desires, and untestable ideas crowd and overlay one another upon the pages as if flung from an overloaded brush. Here is a vividly vertiginous collection of poems, all fun and mind-games.
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foolish
April Fool's Day has been good to me. Hopefully it's not all a joke. tithenai) of Kendall Evans' In Deepspace Shadows. I completely agree with Amal's assessment that someone ought to turn Kendall's "play" into an animated short.dreamnnightmare, and Ruth Berman (and, how 'bout that, our names on the cover!) there's a nice (and, for me, unexpected) introduction to the poems by joe_haldeman that, unfortunately, encapsulates all too well what it's like to try to explain "science fiction poetry" to the uninitiated.
Not a bad day at all. |
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closer, closer, closer....
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focused
