I must say, Kasey puts forward a very good argument for not being a pirate.
I realized after an email from Eileen that my “academic” identity has remained “Timothy” even though my “poet” identity seems to have become “Tim.” There’s a very particular reason for this. For years, when I’d be introduced to people as a poet, a certain number of people would lavishly praise my work, even though at that point I’d probably published…
Taylor Brady emailed me with some great comments on my post on Nick Flynn: “Enjoyed the reading of this book on your blog, especially your attention to the allegorical possibilities of its “relentless aboutness.” What hit me, especially, were these two sentences: “I’m particularly struck by the way the division of labor in the hive maps onto the division of…
Jim says he used to be a Jimmy. It probably won’t surprise you to learn that this Tim used to be a Timmy. I can’t remember when this changed from my name to the most humiliating thing that I could imagine. I did go through a brief period in college where friends of mine resurrected it and used it liberally.…
Amazon reviews: the people speak. Eileen says they are the “Wild West” of reviewing, to be loved and feared. Jonathan admits to having written a few in his time. And Taylor Brady notes that Patrick Durgin has an Amazon review of Lyn Hejinian’s Happily. To wit: Ruminative and glad, April 9, 2000 Reviewer: Patrick F. Durgin from the midwest Happily…
Noticing in my last post that I was taking Amazon reviews seriously. Does anyone else do this? Does anyone else write Amazon reviews? I don’t think I’ve ever done one.
After seeing a good notice in Boston Review, I picked up a copy of Nick Flynn’s Blind Huber over the weekend. (There’s also a review in Rain Taxi.) Remarkably enough, I read it all in one sitting, which is pretty unusual for me (my apartment’s usually littered with half-read books), which is a testament not only to its length (80…
Today’s selection from the Emory Lee papers comes from the journal Echoes from Gold Mountain, produced 1978-mid-1980s at Cal State-Long Beach. It’s from the poem “Pachinko Wizard” by J.K. Yamamoto. Sing along, everybody: Ever since I was a shoonen I played the silver booru From Kyoto down to Nara I must’ve played maiyoru Each time I hit that lever I…
Darn that Kasey! Now he’s got 247,855 squirrels in his attic.
I guess I might as well complete the undermining of my post on Saturday by noting that I’ve finally updated the “writing” page at my homepage. It now includes a couple of my recent postcard poems from SHAMPOO and another poem from VeRT’s “Oilwar/Empire” issue. Long live Machiavellian self-promotion.