It is cheaper for me to stay longer at my conference location than I need to than it is for me to stay less time, and this does not mean missing any more classes than I absolutely must. Therefore, I get to spend a week and two weekends in Mexico in October and I will … More Money and a room of one’s own
While I was driving I thought of various poems I would have written when I stopped, except that I never got to stop early enough because of road construction and traffic. They were in a certain style and now the New Yorker has published one like them. I do not generally like the poems the … More Un poème
The question for the last throw was “Where is home?” This throw is on the shape of the coming academic year, after the eclipse and a change in governance. It merits thought. Heart of the matter/the present: 3 of Swords Challenge/obstacle: Son of Swords (Knight) Root of the question: The Star (XVII); The Star in … More Arc of the year
Astrology for the eclipse. Statistics on study abroad. Axé.
When I finish my syllabi I will write a Fulbright letter and we will work on materials for Asymptote. Axé.
Here, reading: Jesús Sepúlveda. Chile. Festival Internacional de Poesía. Medellín. Axé.
I have greater problems with anxiety, and also with lack of voice, than I knew–and these problems are related. Here in California, with the mountains, redwoods, seas, I have perspective and do not experience these problems, but in the swamps of Louisiana, I do. Tomorrow I have to work on: poetry selections for the new … More Anxiety and voice
I still need to get the car adjusted, but I also need swimsuits. I think of my swimsuits as new, but they are falling apart. Again. It seems that this is all so recent, I bought new ones in 2009 and again in 2013. There are so many things one must keep track of nowadays. … More Le swimsuit
Coming out: Oh fury the dawn emerges from your lips The scandalous life of César Moro Various lions lick the rugose surface of the equestrian turtle at twilight Under editorial consideration: About seven more. Axé.
That is what I wrote on my ticket to the national art museum in Latvia, while looking at socialist realist painting. I learned about Nationalist Modernism that day, and the National Constructivism of Romans Suta. I saw how the St. Petersburg institution where painters were trained, had constrained them. The museum also had a wonderful … More “Socialist realism is condescending and Republican”
