Wednesday, January 21, 2009

A conversation

how I won't tell Pandora that I like Erasure's Breath of Life
Is it Era-[cer] or Era-[sher]?
are an English synth pop duo
Erasure poetry
back to meatloaf

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

I blame Al Gore. He made me into a cyborg.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Narrative Magazine on Kindle

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(this is the literary magazine for which I'm volunteering these days)

Sunday, January 11, 2009

My flash story "Between you and me" has been published by an online journal CRIT (Crossing Rivers into Twilight) -- it's been up online for a few weeks already, but I've never been sure that the issue is officially released and the link stable. I'll assume so right now.

I also checked in with Drollerie Press this week -- back in July they wanted to publish my story "June's Flowers" in a book called Trick the Object: An Anthology of the Literary Weird. In September that project fell apart, but now they are planning to include my text in another spookily titled anthology Things that go Bump in the Night. Deena the editor promises that it'll be out as an ebook by the end of the month.

I finished both pieces at least 2 years ago -- and while I learned a lot while writing them, I learned even more since. To look at them now is almost embarrassing -- and yet I know I should be proud -- but really they have no relationship to me any longer. Maybe the idea I had when I was 12 of signing each new story I wrote with a different pen name was a brilliant one and should be carried on. Maybe I should even reuse those names, heavy on vowels and elfish spirit: Aolin Faoly, Elian Daily, Velly Berg. Maybe I should also type up those stories, edit and translate them, and attempt to get them published: after all, even then I was writing about separation and space. My most recent accomplishments pale in comparison.

Monday, January 5, 2009

The Poetry Society of London

They start their meetings on time. Latecomers need to wait between the acts to climb down a creaky staircase to the meeting room behind the red velvet curtain. The event (American writers in European exile) is popular and the room is full: a few people are even sitting on stage with the performers. The cafe upstairs is selling wine and tea and very sweet chocolate chip muffins, but good luck navigating the small room with a glass of wine and a plate of muffin in your hands. The members generally know each other at least by their first names. They clap with discrimination: only after pieces they like (music or a humorous line will do). After three American women and one Congolese man read their pieces, the members plunged into the discussion of the topics involved. Are or should Americans living in Europe be ashamed of America? Why did you say that you "escaped" from Texas? What are the differences between the Tube and the Subway? I just want to make a comment about cowboys, that they only existed for a short period of time between 1880s and 1890s. Is running away from prosecution and coming to a place where you're not necessarily welcome better than staying in Congo and suffering? That last one generated a lot of discussion. Things are very bad in Congo, you have no idea. And Zimbabwe. Escaping to South Africa is a poor option. In the UK people are actually quite friendly and make you feel welcome. The English have a strange culture, but they are generally awesome. Awesome is an American word that became generally used after I left, but I'd like to include it into my vocabulary. They charge 4 pounds entry fee and give out some magazines.