tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64129952012-01-18T23:04:31.779-08:00"I am an idealistic, naive, passionate, truth-seeking, spiritually motivated artist, unschooled in the science of law and finance." --Wesley SnipesAnthony Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344532091414013818noreply@blogger.comBlogger15491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412995.post-77997793143552135672008-12-30T14:35:00.000-08:002008-12-30T14:38:14.153-08:00

I have a knack for projecting my own neuroses (limping along)--borne of the restless depression that has provided a certain bleak solace for as long as I can remember--onto those I love and toward whom I wish no harm. In the words of David Byrne, "God laughs at people like us."

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It was sort of like being stuffed into a coffin full of jackhammers and hummingbirds.

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I don't think so. I think a blurb should pique one's interest in a book. Or offer a perspective that differs from the usual fluff that hails the poet as the next coming of Koch or Christ or whoever-you-think-is-the-big-shit.This is why I was somewhat delighted (no, not insulted--I value candor--though I wish he'd say how he really feels) by Professor Mayhew's non-review of my little

Anthony Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344532091414013818noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412995.post-56078352555043117042008-10-24T21:20:00.000-07:002008-10-24T21:21:32.884-07:00

y'know, I think I'm just going to sit here and wait for someone to ask me for a book of poesy. Yeah. That's the ticket.

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For student loan deferment!It's been a long time, my lovelies.

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Deadline: August 30th. Ack.*So Zach "Mansuit" Schomburg lives in PDX now? Hmm...*Gummi Bears

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What were you doing five years ago?1.) Living in Eugene in a huge 2 bedroom apartment with a great kitchen.2.) Studying for my PhD oral exam.3.) Housesitting in Portland for newlywed friends who were away in Hawaii.4.) Growing a gigantic beard.5.) Writing poems to Kristin / receiving poems from Kristin.What are five things (in no particular order) on your to-do list for today?1.) Make sure that

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This is ridiculous. One week ago today it was 95 degrees fahrenheit. Today, it's 45, grey, and drizzling.

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I spent most of Friday night watching Youtube video of Husker Du and Billy Bragg. Or was it Saturday afternoon? I don't remember. Weekends are like that these days--distinctly non-distinct. It was pretty odd for me to go from a .5 appointment at my job to about a 1.2 practically overnight. I work 8 to 5 Tuesday - Friday, and 9 am to 9 pm on Mondays. Sometimes, I come in on Sunday. Between the

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Three people I know, 2 from Eugene, 1 with whom I've read, another I've published, and another who is my boss, are all finalists for the 2008 Tupelo Press Snowbound (snow-something?) chapbook award.Not that I'm all about the contests all of a sudden, but it was sorta cool to see the harmonic convergence.

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Dead today at 102.Thanks, Al.

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EQUATION for JMMPastramion rye2 hours ago& thisblue pad:an algebra,of sorts*It hitthe spot& nowit hitsthe spot

Anthony Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344532091414013818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412995.post-46768570153235415082008-04-01T10:04:00.000-07:002008-04-01T10:15:34.655-07:00

Have a gander at the Canarium books website and check out their new "Slow Readings" feature. You'll find some familiar names there, and once name missing--Jordan Davis begins his reading of Michael Morse's poem with "A divorce is..." and my absence from Canary-land feels not so much like a divorce but...more like the spouse who steps out to buy cigarettes and doesn't come back. Though, no, not

Anthony Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344532091414013818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412995.post-407590678267291202008-03-26T12:23:00.001-07:002008-03-26T12:23:49.890-07:00

Only a fool or a fraud sentimentalizes the merciless reality of war.-- Sen. John McCain, March 26, 2008 I must say, I'm a little envious. If I were slightly younger and not employed here, I think it would be a fantastic experience to be on the front lines of helping this young democracy succeed. It must be exciting for you ... in some ways romantic, in some ways, you know, confronting

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Lots of poetry these days: Vitiello, Morrison, Maxwell, Patterson, Ammons (as always). Thanks Ahsahta!*Jenn with two Ns, if you're reading this, please drop me a proper line and let me know what you're up to these days--long time!*Latest culinary obsession: Ethiopian. It's really hard, though, to cook Ethiopian food for several days in a row and not smell like Ethiopian food for several days

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So,I really like what Chris Vitiello is trying to do in his new book Irresponsibility. Do I like it? I think so. I mean, this work is in many ways close to the sort of thing I envisioned back in the New Sincerity days.The preoccupation with process, the "writing as subject" focus here raises a few issues that I hope to get to soon enough. For the meantime, I'll just say that it's a brave

Anthony Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344532091414013818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412995.post-88195767221853491982008-03-20T00:42:00.000-07:002008-03-20T00:43:21.924-07:00

Have yourself some hamantaschen!

Anthony Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344532091414013818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412995.post-22946251773952700902008-03-19T18:49:00.000-07:002008-03-19T18:54:55.303-07:00

"based off of"and here:Off base*What's interesting to me about this term is that it really does seem to be fairly recent--about as old as the now-no-longer-odd phenomenon of folks on the street talking on cellphones outnumbering those of us who prefer to simply walk on the street, saving our phonetalking for when we are in the home or office.I taught my first undergraduate course in 1999. It's

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On some new chapbooky things.An excerpt:"Unfortunately I am not able to format for shit in blogger, so I won't attempt to reproduce one of Tony's poems here."

Anthony Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344532091414013818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412995.post-50793268819506601932008-03-09T13:58:00.000-07:002008-03-09T14:05:54.566-07:00

"The sun can shine on a dog's ass once in awhile."--Sandra Simonds, author of Warsaw Bikini."Craig is slim but he likes to make cakes."--Sandra Simonds, author of The Tar Pit Diatoms.

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I was IMing/Chatting with three of my pals today, JM, AM, and DW. And all, within 10 seconds of each other, signed off without a warning.Was it something I said/typed?

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Oh I got up and went to workand worked and came back homeand ate and talked and went to sleep.Then I got up and went to workand worked and came back homefrom work and ate and slept.Then I got up and went to workand worked and came back homeand ate and watched a show and slept.Then I got up and went to workand worked and came back homeand ate steak and went to sleep.Then I got up and went to

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Je suis bien. Je suis tres bien.Je t'aime, Michael Douglas!Reading: Disgrace, Coetzee.

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is too fucking petty. Seriously. I'm getting out while I still have some sanity.Peace, Y'all.

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I suddenly have an urge to write a novel. But what about? Nothing interesting ever happens. Life, friends, is boring. I have no inner resources.*Still looking for a name for the new chap. Or the whole ms., really. I plan to have the 81 poem sequence completed this spring. Then it goes out into the world. Or it tries to make its way in the world but will probably return home with a bruised

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Today I sent out my first batch of blind poetry submissions in nearly 3 years. Hell, maybe it's been longer than that. It feels rather odd.*Nearing completion of full-length manuscript #3. All these poems.*My part-time gig has suddenly taken a lucrative turn. Let's hope it stays this way. (Fingers crossed.)

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"I have wrestled with an alligator,I have tussled with a whale,I have handcuffed lighting,Thrown thunder in jail.Yesterday, I murdered a rock, injured a stone, hospitalized a brick.I'm so mean I make medicine sick!"--Muhammad Ali

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On a poem from Verse Daily: "That poem reads as if Mary Oliver received a concussion after a copy of 'Legitimate Dangers' fell on her head."*On our favorite poeming oncologist:"I can hardly wait until I'm old and nearly dead, when the likes of Farrar, Straus and Giroux will publish "The Collected Blog Entries of C. Dale Young" for literary scholars and poetry lovers across the globe, so we can

Anthony Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344532091414013818noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412995.post-72749250440028447082008-02-15T12:28:00.000-08:002008-02-15T12:30:51.055-08:00

Welcome to a new feature here at Geneva Convention. It's the blog challenge, whereby I or one of my confederates issues a challenge to another blogger. And yes, you may challenge back. Everyone ready? Good. Let's go.Today's Blog Challenge:"I mean, I would fucking pay (money I don't have) to see a 1,000 word close reading of that poem by C. Dale." *The poem in question is Joseph Ceravolo's

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BUY IT HERE !!!not from *4 but like the poems in it:When L came back from the war when what wasBody bent at improbable angles in the dark “making love” “stop”“I didn’t know you had any feelings.” Cymbal crash backing upback up the walk where I bruised my skull & if it were just a blow after too much wine& you could make it all go away but you can’t make lunch for someone you

Anthony Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344532091414013818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412995.post-89929692478791743242008-02-14T16:55:00.001-08:002008-02-14T16:55:39.263-08:00

from CAConrad:The publication of DELIRIOUS HEM's DIM SUM happened about 24 hours ago. In that short period of time two poets I wrote about went on a campaign to have the part of my text which referred to their slanderous, abusive behavior extracted from the site. THIS is the site as it is.http://delirioushem.blogspot.com/search/label/dim%20sum But for those who believe in FREE SPEECH, and would

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The word “sincerity” has a strange wiggle in discussions of poetry. Some use it as an accolade and others as a criticism, and it’s not always that these people disagree about the work at hand. The word has simply come to mean various things. Much of this slipperiness derives from its being a relatively new word and concept. In his enduring study, Sincerity and Authenticity, Lionel Trilling

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Yawn.

Anthony Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344532091414013818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412995.post-41551030703927513812008-02-12T11:49:00.000-08:002008-02-12T11:50:09.548-08:00

Anthony Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344532091414013818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412995.post-3638817253011730802008-02-12T11:37:00.000-08:002008-02-12T11:39:56.968-08:00

but according to the front page story in today's campus newspaper, The Daily Emerald, my aunt Julie is a forensic sketch artist or some such thing. She draws pictures of bad guys. I always knew she was a cop but I didn't know she was into some crazy CSI-type shit!

Anthony Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344532091414013818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412995.post-80364912195136966902008-02-11T17:03:00.000-08:002008-02-11T17:11:28.616-08:00

One white middle-aged woman to another white middle-aged woman: "I don't know how to politically correctly tell him he's an asshole."

Anthony Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344532091414013818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412995.post-45157874334809755672008-02-08T23:29:00.000-08:002008-02-11T17:13:06.999-08:00

n o t e s o n s u r r e n d e r--- A N T H O N Y R O B I N S O Nfor Janice Pang

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Nam Prik Pao*My house still smells of shrimp paste.

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Mountain Goats on Super Tuesday*Will.i.am, John Legend, Barack Obama, Scarlett Johannson, et al.

Anthony Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344532091414013818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412995.post-28111634840624086722008-02-05T12:04:00.000-08:002008-02-05T12:05:21.983-08:00

Read it here.

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who is/has been reading my blog. Who are you? What do you seek here? Is it my pleasing shades of green? Is it my sepia-toned upper-right-hand-corner mug? Is it a mug of Sanka that nobody, as far as I know, drinks anymore?*I've been restlessly chewing gum these days! And working on my 4th (!!) poem this year. Back in my undergrad days, I would have written 7 by this time. Jacob says hello. Oh

Anthony Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344532091414013818noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412995.post-54639402061299960592008-02-05T10:57:00.000-08:002008-02-06T08:50:04.111-08:00

Asterisk 4 is here! Featuring 7 new 9-line poems by Yours Truly. While you're busy PayPalling Jess for Asterisk you should also pick up a copy of Andrew Mister's Hotels. That is all.UPDATE: 2 pm PSTThe first review is in: "Your Asterisk issue is like a warm donut: undeniably delicious, decadent, even a little evil; there are consequences to consuming it, but oh what a delightful wager."--

Anthony Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344532091414013818noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412995.post-41252581705814728362008-02-04T16:41:00.000-08:002008-02-04T16:46:35.061-08:00

"[Well-known "younger" poet] doesn't engage in highjinks unless his persistent tree killing and ink bukkake count."--Well-known Younger Poet and Penguin Poem Magnate Joseph Massey

Anthony Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344532091414013818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412995.post-79845400671405153932008-02-04T16:40:00.000-08:002008-02-04T16:45:31.327-08:00

Poetry should be at least as well written as prose. Not well-written prose.

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I love Gabe Gudding, but I'm not sure what to make of a sentence (or sentences--focus on the last one) like this:"These are pieces (and a few others) that, I feel, move with an intentionally dopey emotional stageyness — as if they too much played on “being spoken” by an “emotive person” — as if I was afraid of writing out of non-ironic feeling. Out of what Aaron McCollough is starting to call a “

Anthony Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344532091414013818noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412995.post-36777832959150629702008-01-29T10:10:00.000-08:002008-01-29T10:11:37.439-08:00

is getting more and more vague. In my inbox today:"Yo, yo, yo, Antrobin. It's driller time!"and"Blow them all away with your gigantic tank gun."

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SLADDEN PARKI have gone on & gone out, have written a life as big as a whale’s head, have put sparks to trees in the window I have loved best & least significantly. These things, you know, come nigh accidental. Speak of the big hated men in the park with their dogs. Speak to me of your inabilities. They are my own defects as well. As well and as to you, me, the bright playground bars the color

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ON POETS BEING JERKSSANDRA SIMONDS& Anthony Robinson Being a poet makes you an asshole All poets are jerks i also just got rejected from a prize Being an asshole clears your poety sinuses, gives clarity at congested parties in the backroom revels at AWPAWP is like the bowels of a donkey man i'm so depressed about my work the donkey's bowels are more attractive to me than the finest bone china&

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New poems (well, not new, but newly published) up in Steve Schroeder's Anti-.

Anthony Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15344532091414013818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6412995.post-86591271268096262892008-01-24T08:39:00.000-08:002008-01-24T09:17:20.983-08:00

Yep, 1501 posts. I feel like I should celebrate. Or should have celebrated yesterday. *I'm full of static electricity this week. I can't touch a doorknob without shocking myself. What does this mean?*Song in my head that won't go away: Uncle Tupelo's "Looking For A Way Out."*It's almost in the can. Chap. ms #2, that is. I have 31 completed poems in various states of revision, and plans to

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A Slovenian woman who found a mouse foot in a jar of pickles was shocked to be told it was "completely normal".

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Okay folks, here's the deal. After a long period of stagnation, of living in my own dank filth, of hibernating like a North American brown bear, of avoiding poesy and especially the people in the Poetry Land, of starting my own country called Wretched Self, of drowning in my beer, of festering in acrid wordless squalor, I've emerged anew, a crushed butterfly with a new ms. of poems and a yen for

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Do you think I could get more books published if I had THREE names and referred to myself with a cute little acronym?Anthony Jesus RobinsonAnthony Marianne RobinsonAnthony Massey RobinsonAnthony "Frantic" RobinsonAnthony Amelie WilkinsonAnthony Wilkinson RobinsonAnthony Thibault RobinsonAntonio Hussein RobinsonAnthony Indiana Robinson

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Drizzle January down my asphalt days are coming back“Just turned 22 / I was wondering what to do” tangerine juice, hot coffee Back-to-back matches & the knowledge that I’ve slept through you. All the way.Spiffed & primped, headlong charge into an answering machine. To answerFor what? Backlog, years, demagogues, my own backwards relations w/ a backWords sheep. “Be careful not to make jokes.

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Gabriel Gudding walks in an occupied airspacesomewhere above a piney copse in Washington state& I know this because he told meone of many wondrous things he told me whilstsalutationing the sun my ankle hurts sothat is why I salute nothing requiring ankleboneagility canine agility is on my radar but my smallblack dog is also small of brain, tho nimble enoughsd a man riding my yellow

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Rock on, Arcata! Rock on, Omaha!Rock on, Matt Hart! Rock on, Ginabird!Rock on, Nate Pritts! Rock on, Sandra Simonds!

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Overheard in the corridor outside my office. Woman clad in all-black talking into cellphone: "It's really hard to do that when your child is standing there screaming her head off literally." Wow. Poor kid. I hope she got swift medical attention.

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So yeah, I'm boring, as some anonymous asshole notes in a comment box below. (It's not the comment that makes Anonymous an asshole; it's Anonymous' anonymity that makes Anonymous an asshole.) So what do I do? What happened? I'd like to blame this all on Noah Eli Gordon, but that probably won't get me anywhere. Maybe I need to pick a fight with someone to bring some bluster and excitement.

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Obama Defeat SonnetOur hope in a shiny orange can (union-made)I “found my voice” on helium, on ether, onC02, my love. You were panache-ified like A magazine cover, my favorite senator myLong grey eve of felt-tip longing—make a wishOn shiny keys. Plunk. Our hope in a thistle.Six-pack, attack, unwrap this Egg McMuffin,Take a cue from a pretty, stern past paramour,Buy Belz’s daughter’s defense of

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I used to get around 300 hits per day. Now I average 50-60. Oh what I wouldn't give for a controversy to boost traffic!

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Jason Morris, over at Jacket, raises his glass (and the stakes) to the New Sincerity.

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I'm posting this well aware that it is a first draft of a poem since revised. But I can't find the revision. So I may just have to revise again. But anyway, a peek.*Over one year in, over two years in, O where to begin accounting?Abacus & fine comb Kit Smart was right: let us kneel in the street.Another horrible weekend shouldn’t mean much. Green & sorrow destroysRenewal, easter egg, come

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Less than five years to the Mayan Death Date. Live it up. Do some yoga. Eat some yogurt. Watch a Yogi Bear cartoon.*Here's a poem I wrote because I was thinking about Aaron Belz and thinking there should be more heterosexual male-to-male love poems.Love,TonyNew Hampshire Primary SonnetReading through the book of GenesisEvery other page only every nextTo one of Joe Cornell’s little boxes, someOne

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Mike Watt's Birthday! Much respect! Bass!*& Billy Bragg's Birthday! Fascists are bound to lose!HAPPY 50!

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Buy Tony Tost's Complex Sleep NOW!

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Hey all, I'm in the office all week, with not terribly much work to do. I would welcome any and all phonecalls. Old-timers may remember that this used to be a Friday stunt. Now it's ALL WEEK!So waste some time and give me a ring @ my office number:(541) 346-2172Talk to you soon...

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Some punk sold my book.

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Please note, ladies and gentleman, to your right, a couple new additions to the "grab bag."

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I'm putting this up here first, before sending out to this or that UO list-serv. I know at least one or two of you read this from time to time, so please comment if you have the time. Okay, here goes.I've been kicking around the idea of a "Writing Experimental Group." Not an Experimental Writing Group, which would, I assume, assume that the writing practices of the group would be oriented toward

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On my plate: new blog project that won't possibly interest anyone outside of Eugene, and probably not many in Eugene. More as it develops. *Currently reading:Rhode Island Notebook, Gabriel GuddingAda, Vladimir NabokovWriting in the Dark, Ric Caddel*Currently feeling: pretty disconnected from a lot of people, but well-connected, in a melancholic way, to the world. I don't know if that makes

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A man woke up and he was 35 and nothing significant had ever happened to him.*It's not sadness. It's a way of being sensitive and receptive to the world, a way to cultivate respect for those thousands of things and people we see each day and the thousands we do not.

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Lorna Dee Cervantes wrote this over two years ago. I just discovered it today."Perhaps "good poetry" is both: sine cera, without wax & sincerus, genuine and not adulterated.The best, and co-originator of "The New Sincerity" SOP, Anthony Robinson, exhibits this in the best of his poetry (the last half of his poem to Joe Massey posted on his blog, eg.): both "without wax" & genuine, in the

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What we mean by the sentence, the way this notebook reflects: dates, what’s eaten, what’s left behind. 4 pm, first coffee, then mint, then rough sleep. If we subordinate, we can order. My last black rag.

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It didn’t start. It was a condition of never starting and you, reedish, thin, chestnut, two negligible breasts, deadly eyes, stood in the coffee shop, midst, aslant, waiting for nothing to happen.

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JM: Is it dank?TR: It's as dank as the coffee that comes from the ass of a certain tropical weasel.JM: That is dank.

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Hours – TV On The Radio Coffee – Aesop Rock I Will Follow You Into the Dark – Death Cab For Cutie Letters & Drawings – Damien Jurado On the Bus Mall – The Decemberists Billie Jean – Chris Cornell When I Was A Painter – The Breeders Angels Come To Comfort You – Black Francis The Man With The Child In His Eyes – Kate Bush Woke Up New – Mountain Goats Lilac Wine – Nina Simone Can’t Ever

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If you can call it that. No San Francisco for me this year. Went to Portland in a rental car and sold some books to Powell's. Ate at Kenny & Zuke's, Silk, and a slightly dirty taco shop whose name I can't recall (best al pastor taco I've had in ages).*Came home to two packages, one containing Will Oldham's latest, a slim collection of cover songs mixed with one original. This time around, Will

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It's a hard life for a man with no wife.

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will you?There are no outfits to buy, costumes to rent, rivers to dye green. Simply celebrate the day by stopping by your local bar, tavern, saloon, winery, distillery, or brewhouse and having a drink. Pick up a six-pack on your way home from work. Split a bottle of wine with a loved one. Buy a shot for a stranger. Just do it because you can.

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I'm coming to your town. December 8 - 12. Buy me a drink!

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Thanksgiving at the Robinson house was less-stressful than usual this year. But then, nothing can top the Turkey Day of two years ago. My aunt got drunk and bullied my father, who, in some act of holiday bravado, brandished a decades-old carving knife ("This knife has been in the family since before I was born! It must be at least 40 years old!" "Um, Dad, it must be at least 60 years old..."),

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Yesterday's malaise has given way to pre-Holiday Anxiety. Everybody knows that college students never attend class (or seek professional help of the variety I offer) on the Wednesday prior to Thanksgiving. And I'm caught up on all my fiddly paperwork. I've done the Times crossword, and the other crossword. I've watched appointments disappear from my calendar. I've drunk too much water and not

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I know the Matthew Dickman mentioned in the article linked above. Went to undergrad together. Well, not "together," but at roughly the same time. The first time I met him, he was rooming with a woman who would later try to seduce me, and then eventually settle into the boring and utilitarian role of my roommate. I say "utilitarian," because she often did the dishes. A few months later, she'd

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But I like the band Witchcraft.

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So we had to write up a short food bio and recipe so that our "Team Fun" committee could make posters and hang them up in the "kitchen." I'm not sure why we do these things, but hey, they're kind of fun. Here's mine.*I began cooking at 11 or 12; the twin motivators were boredom and a growing distaste for whatever my mom or dad was able to throw together at the last minute after working a 12- or

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I'm about to begin the Friday NYT Crossword. I suck at crosswords.*Thinking about poems again. Went through my 1st full-length ms., and noticed that I have NINE poems (count 'em--9) that are unpublished. Who wants 'em?I also have 20-some nine-liners in more-or-less finished form ready for either chap or individual pubs. That is, if they're any good. I'm not so sure I can always tell.

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The Kim Addonizio poem at Verse Daily today isn't too shabby. I mean, compared with what usually gets posted in that space.

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Janice Pang, Michele Santamaria, Jennifer Rogers, Kevin Maier, Craig Franson, Hannah Tracy, Ryan Hediger, Amanda Adams, Gary Bodie, Kristin Kelly, Molly Templeton, Nick Twemlow, Robyn Schiff, Josh Edwards, Julia Covert, Greg Schapp, Sara Demarest, Chris Hoppes, Matthew Dickman, Julie Grant, Kristin Swetland, Jillian Weise, So, Dean Gorman, Michael Davis.

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“To say the very least, I’m honored that Dismantling the Hills is an upcoming Pitt title,” said McGriff, a 30-year-old Oregon native who now resides in San Francisco. “From Tranströmer to Levis, from Olds to Ostriker, from Kooser to Orr, the Pitt Poetry Series represents a broad range of poets who take up a lot of space on my bookshelf.”*I'm glad that our award-winning young up-and-comers are so

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"Off with the belt that cinches her finefigure. She tucks her dress, as green as envy,into the pastel sweetness of my closet."

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A quiet Wednesday morning. The calendar from 9 am on, however, is full. Double-booked in places. If you have less work to do than I, or simply want to slack a bit, check out Kenneth Goldsmith's mostly poetry playlist.*Back into running somewhat. I figure if I can't be creative (not that I have to prove that I am creative) I may as well be fit. I bike to work everyday now, and I'm getting out

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It's probably just me.So I'll let all go. For the weekend: a rainy run with my lady, maybe some chutney-making, some Ada-reading, some movie watching.Housecleaning.Reading the new Poetry which is surprisingly interesting and, dare I say, good in a number of ways.Working perhaps on new poems. Or new groups of words.Oh yeah, pick up all the random crap littering my bedroom floor.

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Van and Ada, summer on a blue magic carpet, hovering ten feet in the air.

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