So, as is the case when I blog, this space has lapsed significantly. But, this morning, 8:27AM in Boulder, CO, I feel compelled to report–mostly because I am here teaching at Naropa University’s Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics, in a week devoted to different manifestations and forms of technology and hybridity. The week’s description is: Gender & […]

this seems to have become the way I now listen. the notetaking. then the sonnet. and so they continue. although it is may.   “Let me recite what history teaches” (Stein) i’ve never done this before, come up with a job description like a good stubborn plagiarist, approachable depleted but it’s only spring so break the mattress […]

On January 16, 1959, Elgin Baylor sat on the bench, dressed in street clothes, intentionally sitting out a game against the Royals. Of course, the Lakers lost to Cincinnati, Baylor was an incredible ball player–king of the hanging jump shots, 11-time NBA all star. But, today I am interested in this particular game, one in […]

But, I’ve been thinking about poems, and about the 4C’s, and about posting more sonnets, but it is not happening yet. Poet, prose writer, fiction writer, and all around genius, Eileen Myles , has been up to some of her usual radness: May 1–Poet’s Strike! “Why don’t we all refuse to write or read poetry on May 1st […]

“What is it that recurs?” (Perl) for Sondra Perl if a fire hydrant implies a way of listening to a landscape, and benches house the body as guide book, let’s stop and polish the monuments, stage postcards, plaster the word active over what we know because without awe, without say back we are ciphers who judge, forget to play […]

Because it is national poetry month (whatever that means), and because I am just back (and feeling very recharged) from the 4Cs (Conference on College Composition and Communication), I decided to create some kind of “academic” “blog” “space.” Because it is national poetry month (whatever that means), and because my research straddles poetry, poetics, and […]