I'm having a drink by myself at my hotel bar and a woman is trying to chat me up and now I understand what Frank O'Hara meant when he wrote "Heterosexuality! you are inexorably approaching. (How discourage her?)"
Remembering when I gave my first talk at UBC. I called it "Poetry is Hard" because that's what students always say, but I used this picture of me with a glass of wine and a cigarette for the poster to show that my life was still fun. #praxis#pedagogy
Talking about Margaret Oliphant reminded me that I was looking on Amazon for any books by her and I was able to buy for my Kindle her complete fiction for $2.99 USD. Dozens of novels! Thousands of page! That low low price! I know we all hate Amazon, but now I can read everything she wrote.
Introduce yourself with some jobs you've done apart from what you do now:
- Corner store slave
- Department store dock guy
- Installed advertising signs in bathrooms
- Metal sales (steel and alloys, not music)
I know I'm writing a book about aboutness in lyric poetry but it's starting to look as if I also have to write a book about scents in the Renaissance. Eek.
My sabbatical ended June 30, but now that I'm preparing to teach again next month it feels really over. I read a lot, I travelled a lot, I had a lot of fun, I did some writing (but not as much as I would have liked), and I made many excellent gravies. It was a good year.
I've been doing this job for many years but I'm still not tired of that moment when you're writing and you can feel the essay taking shape in your brain and on the page. It's always thrilling.