It was standing room only Thursday night for Lisa Jarnot at the U of C’s Poem Present series–the biggest crowd I’ve seen there (okay, I missed Mark Strand, but), at least 80 people, some of whom had to lean against the wall sleepily in the warm room. I heard Jarnot read with Jennifer Moxley six years ago to a middling…
Author: Timothy Yu
It’s official: beginning this fall I’ll be an assistant professor of English at the University of Toronto. It’s a somewhat unexpected, but very gratifying, end to this whole crazy job search thing, which has been pretty much my full-time occupation since September (and at least somewhere in the back of my head for, oh, the last five years). Earlier this…
Off tomorrow to Massachusetts, home of your Super Bowl champion New England Patriots. (But–sorry Jim–I won’t be anywhere near Boston.) I’ll trust you all to hold down the fort until Friday.
I am…Perloffesque. But in a good way.
Toyed with the idea of getting the CTA shower curtain, but decided the ability to compose “L” poems while bathing wasn’t worth the aesthetic sacrifice.
As I wandered the dark yet strangely new prairie alone, it was still nice to be missed.
Apologies, all, for the long silence. It’s been a particularly crazy month–I was in Milwaukee two weeks ago and Toronto last week, and I’ll be in Massachusetts next week–but I’m hoping all that will be settled pretty shortly. And, thanks to Chuck Stebelton, I have my first Chicago poetry reading in about, oh, a decade or so: Myopic Books in…
Actually, a couple of years ago the paragon of the New Earnestness was an old boy-genius college classmate of mine, Jedediah Purdy, whose book For Common Things earned him a number of awestruck but mildly condescending notices and profiles, most of which focused on the idea that he was against our age of irony. I must admit I have yet…
Hey Stephanie: how can you be so sure I’m not Tim of the New Earnestness? I like new stuff, and have been known to be earnest on occasion, despite my traditional association with the eye-rolling forces of irony. I was going to make some cutting remarks about what a “new” earnestness might be and didn’t Wilde already do a number…
Sudden realization of using this Poetics list discussion as a crutch to generate material for the blog. Bad technologically retrograde blogger. Bad.