Comments on: Lost It http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/09/lost-it/ A blog from the Poetry Foundation where contemporary poets debate classic and contemporary poetry from America and around the world. Sun, 21 Mar 2010 22:38:48 -0500 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 By: Eileen Myles http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/09/lost-it/#comment-25234 Eileen Myles Mon, 14 Sep 2009 16:27:03 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=5007#comment-25234 One of the things that's become great abt the NY expansion into Brooklyn is that everyone is riding over bridges and understanding the roads of well at least Brooklyn. The city's just become bigger through bikes. I was at a panel yesterday and Mariana (don't have her full name right here..) was talking about driving cross country on a bike and how her consciousness is permanently altered by that trip. It seems like an immense thought to me what one would be like after that. One of the things that’s become great abt the NY expansion into Brooklyn is that everyone is riding over bridges and understanding the roads of well at least Brooklyn. The city’s just become bigger through bikes. I was at a panel yesterday and Mariana (don’t have her full name right here..) was talking about driving cross country on a bike and how her consciousness is permanently altered by that trip. It seems like an immense thought to me what one would be like after that.

]]> By: Daisy Fried http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/09/lost-it/#comment-25228 Daisy Fried Mon, 14 Sep 2009 14:31:41 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=5007#comment-25228 ps, and sometimes the stories really were bike stories, but often they were just pretending to be bike stories, and were about something else. of course. ps, and sometimes the stories really were bike stories, but often they were just pretending to be bike stories, and were about something else. of course.

]]> By: Daisy Fried http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/09/lost-it/#comment-25227 Daisy Fried Mon, 14 Sep 2009 14:30:44 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=5007#comment-25227 Everybody has a bike story. I love bike stories. When I was a staff writer for the Phila. City Paper in the mid-90s, I did a piece called "Tell Me About Your Bike" in which I walked around Philly and stopped bikers and asked them questions about their bikes and biking. Everybody I asked had something to say. Daisy Everybody has a bike story. I love bike stories. When I was a staff writer for the Phila. City Paper in the mid-90s, I did a piece called “Tell Me About Your Bike” in which I walked around Philly and stopped bikers and asked them questions about their bikes and biking. Everybody I asked had something to say.
Daisy

]]> By: John Oliver Simon http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/09/lost-it/#comment-25213 John Oliver Simon Sun, 13 Sep 2009 16:55:18 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=5007#comment-25213 I've lived for 41 years in my cottage in west central Berkeley. Actually there are two cottages, I eat and type in front and sleep out back under the redwood tree, with the garden in between. I still have tomatoes and kale and the second shift of raspberries has come in and new mustard and lettuce I planted in the moon's first quarter. From here I can ride my bike as far as Point Pinole or my granddaughter's house in Temescal, or with a lift from BART to the Center for the Art of Translation office south of Market, near the ballpark. As my friend Donald Schenker once remarked, "there are poems all over the place, it's practically embarrassing." I’ve lived for 41 years in my cottage in west central Berkeley. Actually there are two cottages, I eat and type in front and sleep out back under the redwood tree, with the garden in between. I still have tomatoes and kale and the second shift of raspberries has come in and new mustard and lettuce I planted in the moon’s first quarter. From here I can ride my bike as far as Point Pinole or my granddaughter’s house in Temescal, or with a lift from BART to the Center for the Art of Translation office south of Market, near the ballpark. As my friend Donald Schenker once remarked, “there are poems all over the place, it’s practically embarrassing.”

]]> By: Cathy Park Hong http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/09/lost-it/#comment-25212 Cathy Park Hong Sun, 13 Sep 2009 14:58:41 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=5007#comment-25212 I love biking. It shrinks the city down to a village and September is the most beautiful time to race through Manhattan, dodging trucks and cabs and pedestrians but I also do get frustrated in the evening when I must park my bike or walk my bike with my walking friends and then it becomes a burden, nudging that bike along on the sidewalk, trying to talk and smoke a cigarette at the same time. I had three bikes stolen in total. The last one (beautiful and blue with a spring seat) in front of McNally Bookstore after I popped in to read a book for ten minutes. When I came out, it was only a tire. My new bike looks like one of those beat up delivery bicycles so it never gets stolen. I love biking. It shrinks the city down to a village and September is the most beautiful time to race through Manhattan, dodging trucks and cabs and pedestrians but I also do get frustrated in the evening when I must park my bike or walk my bike with my walking friends and then it becomes a burden, nudging that bike along on the sidewalk, trying to talk and smoke a cigarette at the same time. I had three bikes stolen in total. The last one (beautiful and blue with a spring seat) in front of McNally Bookstore after I popped in to read a book for ten minutes. When I came out, it was only a tire. My new bike looks like one of those beat up delivery bicycles so it never gets stolen.

]]> By: Rebecca Wolff http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/09/lost-it/#comment-25070 Rebecca Wolff Sat, 05 Sep 2009 03:57:05 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=5007#comment-25070 Eileen, I truly live in fear of this. The other day I thought of some lines in the middle of something and slapped them down in my notebook but then couldn't find them again the next time I went to look in my notebook and thought: what if I actually wrote them on a little random piece of paper as one often does and tucked it away somewhere and now it's gone! gone! gone! I might as well kill myself! I guess the day wasn't as beautiful as your day. I'm going to work on attaining this equilibrium. Eileen, I truly live in fear of this. The other day I thought of some lines in the middle of something and slapped them down in my notebook but then couldn’t find them again the next time I went to look in my notebook and thought: what if I actually wrote them on a little random piece of paper as one often does and tucked it away somewhere and now it’s gone! gone! gone! I might as well kill myself!

I guess the day wasn’t as beautiful as your day. I’m going to work on attaining this equilibrium.

]]> By: Daisy Fried http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/2009/09/lost-it/#comment-25060 Daisy Fried Fri, 04 Sep 2009 23:20:36 +0000 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/harriet/?p=5007#comment-25060 Love this post, Eileen. In ref to the bikes...the post made me flashback to the summer I watched a bike being stolen from Broadway / Lafayette in the summer of 1988. I was standing there waiting for a friend and this guy walked up and said "is this bike yours?" and I said no, so very businesslike, he pulled a 2 x 4 from his bag, stuck it into the Kryptonite lock, twisted, and pop. Then he rode off on it. I hope it wasn't your bike. I was a very bad citizen, but I was sort of inexperienced and flabbergasted at the guy's openness. And he had a 2 x 4... Daisy Love this post, Eileen. In ref to the bikes…the post made me flashback to the summer I watched a bike being stolen from Broadway / Lafayette in the summer of 1988. I was standing there waiting for a friend and this guy walked up and said “is this bike yours?” and I said no, so very businesslike, he pulled a 2 x 4 from his bag, stuck it into the Kryptonite lock, twisted, and pop. Then he rode off on it. I hope it wasn’t your bike. I was a very bad citizen, but I was sort of inexperienced and flabbergasted at the guy’s openness. And he had a 2 x 4… Daisy

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