Ha! And you thought I was kidding about that “New Prairie” thing.
Author: Timothy Yu
Long Nose Pinocchio Bitch lives! I foresee a merger/sequel: Long Nose Pinocchio Bitch Chokes. (Was that really in October? Egads. A slight twinge of remembered pain.)
There’s been a bit of an exchange on the Poetics list the past couple days about contemporary poetry and academia, which at some point transmuted into a conversation on race and its alleged monopoly over the current study of literature. I’m always a bit surprised when conversations on the list take this kind of turn, as they often do when…
I’ve come to realize how much the rhythm of my blogging was determined by the structure of my life back in March when I started: having an office to go to where no one could notice how much time I was spending blogging instead of working, good several-hour stretches of time where I could blog for a while and still…
It’s official: the Tim world tour will make its triumphant return to the Bay Area from Dec. 9 to Dec. 13. Get your tickets now.
The strange experience of stepping outside and not actually knowing what the weather will be like. Twenty-degree temperature swings in the course of five minutes. A beautiful morning into a rainstorm. A miasma of leaves on the ground and brought into the house on big dog feet.
Huzzah! reading reports popping up everywhere: Kasey on Mytili Jagannathan and Rodney Koeneke and Stephanie on Manguso/Davis/Edgar. I’d try to keep up my end, but it looks like the U of C reading series has gone into hibernation until February, which means that I might actually have to leave Hyde Park to hear some more readings. Shudder.
At last, my report on the Notley reading…I know you’ve all been holding your breath. So I’m on my way over to the Alice Notley reading last Monday and I get a call from Li Bloom, who I’m supposed to meet up with. Turns out Li’s fallen victim to the Chicago highway tangle, literally at a fork in the road…
My blogophobia reached such levels that I have not even read anybody else’s blog for the past week, because I realized doing so would make me feel even more bad about not having blogged.
And just when I was wondering if Chicago was ever going to open its brawny arms to the blog: I walk into a restaurant this afternoon and see this week’s Chicago Reader and there’s Bookslut, right there on the front page. There’s even a picture.