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Okay, I think I’m going to write a cookbook. (But I’ll have to test the recipes first.)
Today is Liberation Day.
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We just returned from a performance of the Scottish Play at the Guthrie. Flawless.
Thanks to the perpetual rob mclennan , my new chapbook, inventions, emerges today from above/ground press . It’s a collection of prose poems accompanied by short poems and fragments. “ New” is a relative term: the prose poems were culled from a very long manuscript I composed over the course of a decade, from 1997 to about 2008. If you’d like a copy, you can buy one directly from the publisher or,…
My book is one year old today! I haven’t done any readings since I returned to the classroom as a high school English teacher this year. Who knows, maybe in the spring. Anyway, thanks again to Unsolicited Press for taking a chance on it. A few signed copies are still available at the lovely Next Chapter in St Paul.
My next chapbook is even less imaginary today than it was yesterday. Thanks to the perpetual rob mclennan, inventions will emerge from above/ground press in January.
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William the Silent: One need not hope in order to undertake, nor succeed in order to persevere.
It’s entirely possible my next chapbook might coming out sometime in the near future.
A lively, joyous, noisy gathering in St Paul today. The crowd stretched many blocks in every direction along Fairview and Randolph. On our drive home, we saw people at several other street corners. Sometimes only one or two, but we are everywhere. There are more of us than there are of them. NO KINGS . “ Read the Constitution.” “ The Boston Tea Party was a Protest Against Tariffs.” Flags on the…
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My publisher interviewed me a while back, and asked some great questions that really got me chatting (during which I apparently dropped a lot of names: Lloyd Alexander, Laurie Anderson, Catullus, Annie Dillard, Jim Harrison, Robyn Hitchcock, Russell Hoban, Bill Holm, Maxine Hong Kingston, John Larroquette, Ursula Le Guin, Will Lyman, Thomas McGrath, Vincent Price, Thomas Pynchon, Henry David…
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Did you miss my book launch at Next Chapter Booksellers last month? No problem! We held a second book launch online last weekend. Ana Morel, who has been studying me in captivity and in the wild for over thirty years, hosted the event. She asked me some questions, and we had a nice chat about various and sundry poetry-related topics, and the audience asked some really great questions. And, of…
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Twin Cities folks! Join me at Next Chapter Booksellers, the evening of February 25th, to celebrate the publication of my debut collection of poetry. Local poet Claire Wahmanholm will be there to talk with me about my book and the process that led to its composition, and we will read bits of it out loud. Details here . There will also be an online launch, but I am waiting to finalize the date…
I’ll be one of the readers at the first NAWP event of the new year. Register here.
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When I travelled to NYC last week, I brought Pilgrim at Tinker Creek with me. It had, once, been very important to me but I don’t think I’d pulled off the shelf in thirty years. I wondered how familiar it would seem after so long. I started it on the plane. A few days later, I arrived at this page:
Omigosh, I almost forgot: I wrote a book! And now there are a few signed copies at Next Chapter on Snelling Avenue in St Paul.
The first review has already appeared for Vessels. I am not, of course, the intended audience and as such I find the review entirely too generous and effusive. But I do believe it captures well some of my concerns as a poet and, to some extent, my intent for the book.
And tune in tomorrow evening to see me read from this slice of obliteration pie, this tectonic dissonance, this mute catechism, this liminal aviary.
Jane Huffman:
Mark Scroggins:
Henry Gould: