Author: Timothy Yu

But maybe the funniest riposte–and a testament to the fact that the blog, above all else, is a monster that needs to be constantly fed–comes from Bill Marsh, who responds to Joe Amato’s long post (which is interesting for claiming blogs as a site of “interiority,” even if I don’t agree with the still implicitly negative contrast with the list…

And Mark Lamoureux explains why the Poetics list is “a little alarm clock telling me it’s 12:15 AM and time to go to bed and not much else.”

Well: I must pronounce myself stunned by the way the whole “start an argument” argument over at the Poetics list–with its “blogs are sucking the listerv dry” corollary–has gone. After my post yesterday, I was expecting the thread to go the way it usually does, with a flood of blogophobia. But this time, for whatever reason, the bloggers spoke up–Chris…

A notice of Sunday’s reading, courtesy of Li Bloom, who was first on the scene with a gift of flowers: A Hit of Tim ————– Myopic Bookstore Chicago, Ill Sunday, Feb. 29, 2004 ————– First tease of spring weather, (Joan Rivers was interviewing on the red carpet at the Oscars as I was leaving) brisk drive downtown…(hellos to Chuck, Tim,…

The assault on blogs goes on over at the Poetics list. Ray Bianchi–himself a blogger–wrote in yesterday bemoaning the “decline of this listserv”, and suggesting that blogs were in part to blame for drawing away a lot of poets so that “we do not have the kinds of fights that existed before.” This prompted, of course, one of the periodic…

So it looks like my reading tonight is going to conflict with at least the beginning of the Oscars. Well, don’t worry. With the no-time-limits policy on speeches, I’ll have you home in time to see the awards for Best Sound Editing.

And hurrah for Kasey’s new job! If I’m not mistaken, his new appointment at Southern Oregon University will make him a colleague of Lawson Fusao Inada, which I think is kind of cool.

Reading Stephanie’s great post on “the bump and grind relationship between mainstream Christianity and our mainstream U.S. culture-making-machine,” I’m suddenly remembering that I had a dream last night in which I was being admitted to a hospital and was handed a form to fill out, which included a section to indicate one’s religion. I remember checking off “Christian” and then…

Getting ready for my reading Sunday night at Myopic Books. Expect a cheering hometown crowd and poems as expansive and bare as a newborn prairie. Just don’t reach for any foul balls. I’m also delighted to hear that the Toronto-Rochester ferry will be up and running in May. What’s in Rochester, you ask? Well, it’s the soon-to-be-hometown of Cassie Lewis,…