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My Husband Said, April 25, 2010: "Don't tell anyone that. It's too embarassing." And he never says that. Here's what he didn't want me to admit: my secret weapon for running a 1/2 marathon. Yes, I've trained (sort of). And had my smart, pre-race breakfast. And I'm running with two friends (hopefully I can keep up with them) who will hopefully have something engaging to say [...] by

Sweet Consolation April 17, 2010: Or, in this case: salty, lemony and with a touch of capers. Two years ago D.A. Powell and I made a deal. We’d both apply for a NEA grant and whoever won would take the other out for dinner. Well, two years later, my dear D.A. paid up. Charbroiled octopus with capers and shaved onions, green salad with perfect tomatoes, bronzini with olive [...] by

Blog Post Before and After Running April 17, 2010: I’m training for the NYC women’s only 1/2 marathon on April 25th. I’ve never done anything like this before. Until this training I’d never run more than 3 miles. It feels good to be in decent shape and amazing that no matter what happens on race day, I’ve already run 10 miles! The problem is, however, that like so many of the things I [...] by

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AWP Report (Political Poetry) April 12, 2010: This morning [4.9.10] I moderated a panel called “Writing In(to) the Age of Obama.” The purpose of the panel was two-fold: to talk about the experience of participating in a blog-turned-book project I co-edited with Arielle Greenberg and to speak about occasional poetry and political poetry. It also afforded me the opportunity to further [...] by

I really want to know April 2, 2010: Answer: Humanize the world. Make me feel real to myself. Make someone else (my husband?) feel special. Make way (room?) for someone else to write better poems. Connect me to the world. Occupy my time in such a way that I spend less time destroying the world. This semester I’m teaching a seminar at Columbia called “Lines and Lineage: [...] by

Something Else to Do August 15, 2007: A few months ago I tried to quit the blog. I emailed the po foundation honchos and my fellow bloggers to say I didn’t think I had it in me to blog more regularly, and I was tired of feeling so guilty about my erratic postings. Well, actually, this is what I said: i feel really rotten that i'm the lamest blogger on the blog. i cannot put my baby [...] by

Hard to Master July 20, 2007: Last night, Lindsey, the babysitter, drubbed me in Boggle. I think her score was more than triple mine. I'm not positive about this: I was having trouble keeping track of my running total. My brain is soft. Words elude me. In fact, the word "elude" eluded me for about a minute. Now I'm half-lying/sitting in bed, the baby sleeping on my chest, [...] by

The End of Imagination/ Write somewhere else July 6, 2007: “Oh, Mr. Cuthbert,” she whispered, “That place we came through—that white place—what was it?” “Well now, you must mean the Avenue,” said Matthew after a few moments’ profound reflection. “It is a kind of pretty place.” “Pretty? Oh, pretty doesn’t seem the right word to use. Nor beautiful, either. They don’t go far [...] by

Anatomy of a Story June 24, 2007: Friday night there was a big party for my mother to celebrate her 40 years of service to the city. People told stories and offered reflections about my mom and then we all watched a movie about my mom’s career. There’s one story in the film that I can’t shake and that has shaken me up. It was a really well done film and talked about my [...] by