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Journal, Day Five December 22, 2006: First of all, since this is my last missive before the big day, listen up: MERRY CHRISTMAS. That’s right, I said it: Merry Christmas. Not Happy Holidays, Best Of the Season, Cheery Holly, Have a Pleasant Yule, Season Greetings, Fantabulous Frosty, Bestest Wishes, Happy Times of Snow and Ice, Sweet Season, or any other of those wimpy little [...] by

Journal, Day Four December 21, 2006: So . . . did anybody write a ghazal yesterday? I coulda woulda shoulda, but I didn’t. Instead, I was reflecting upon an absolutely wonderful Tuesday evening out on the town, reading at the inimitable Bowery Poetry Club in New York. For those of you who live in towns that aren’t here, please be aware that there are roughly 8,356 ½ places [...] by

Journal, Day Three December 20, 2006: Once you’ve discovered the word “ghazal,” heavily throating that surprising h and liking the way the z sets your tongue abuzz, there’s no way to staunch your curiosity about just what such a delightful word could lead to. Introduced to poetry by getting up on stage and flinging it into the open air—usually minus any conscious semblance [...] by

Journal, Day Two December 19, 2006: Without naming any names, let’s just say that someone was a little “windy” yesterday, shall we? I honestly don’t know where all those words came from. One moment I was seriously agonizing over how my reflections could possibly occupy this hugely public space, and I pondered the best ways to pontificate pithily (wow, I expected my [...] by

Journal, Day One December 18, 2006: I love semantics—especially the relentless twisting and twirling of the language to make us feel better about that resolute, inevitable stroll toward the grave. In our desperation to turn back the clock, we’ve cornered the market on trite catchphrases. You’ve heard, of course, that 30 is the new 20. 40 is the new 30. It follows that 20 is [...] by

Journal, Day Five December 15, 2006: My last morning in Boise, at Catherine Jones’ and Michael Fitzgerald’s, thanks guys. I’ve been on the porch trying to catch some wireless off the neighbors. Got my first blog comment from a woman yesterday—thanks Danielle Pafunda. I was starting to feel weird blogging about motherhood and having only guys respond. Moms, are you busy or [...] by

Journal, Day Four December 14, 2006: Hi. Back to what I was talking about Tuesday—as a political act, does the current focus on the context for poetic activity (avoiding traditional hierarchies, collaborating to produce work, finding new channels for distribution and publication that refuse to engage the wicked power-plays of Barnes and Noble) accomplish anything? Oh sure; even if [...] by

Journal, Day Three December 13, 2006: I think I’ll talk more about all that tomorrow. Getting too heavy. Plus I’d like to talk about some poetry. Unfortunately I don’t have my books with me here in Boise. I brought one book, Barbara Guest’s selected. Am having a blast here. Oxford, Ohio, where I live, doesn’t offer many dining options, though I love our weird little bagel [...] by

Journal, Day Two December 12, 2006: Hello from Boise, where I used to live and where it’s supposed to be sunny, and it’s not, crap, I have been looking forward to the sunshine because Ohio is gray like inside the brain. Yesterday Nick Twemlow, who is the poetblogger’s sensitive interface with the Poetry Foundation, asked whether I was going to talk about another anthology [...] by

Journal, Day One December 11, 2006: Hello strangers and friends. I will be fronting the poetry borg for this week. I mean flabbing the poetry blog. Welcome! I am flying to Boise from Ohio today, to drop off my son with his dad. While my son’s away, I’m supposed to finish up working on an anthology of poems on mothering. “Go away, son, so I can think about [...] by