May 2008
New poems by Spencer Reece, Jane Hirshfield, Seth Abramson, Liz Waldner, Sandra M. Gilbert, Cathy Park Hong, and others; notebook by Eavan Boland; exchange between Cate Marvin and Joshua Mehigan, and more!
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Jeffrey McDaniel
Good-bye HarrietSo I am leaving Harriet today. My fourth book of poems, The Endarkenment, was recently accepted for publication (by University of Pittsburgh Press), and I want to focus on revising the manuscript, and also developing some prose ideas. It has been interesting to be a part of Harriet from the beginning and a pleasure interacting with the four other bloggers. They are what enticed me to be a part of Harriet in the first place, and I look forward to reading with them all in New York in September. People who would be fun to see blogging in the future (in no particular order): A.E. Stallings (a US poet living in Athens, Greece), Crystal Williams, Matt Cook, Paisley Rekdal, Francisco Aragon, Edwin Torres, Anis Mogjani, Rich Villar, Tara Betts. I guess what I have enjoyed most is the exchange of ideas, when the bloggers have rubbed up against one another, when people and poets from outside the blog capsule have become part of the conversation. That inter-activeness is fun and unpredictable and can be educational. I guess one thing that was challenging in writing this blog was the speed factor. A poem can take months to evolve, but with a blog you have to keep the posts rolling. You grab some mental firewood, hack it up a little, and toss it onto the fire, it burns up and turns into ash and is gone, whereas with a poem, you take the firewood and you craft it, you sculpt it, you leave it on the shelf for months, you work on it some more, maybe you stain it, maybe you paint some eyes, and maybe you still burn it, but it’s a much more elaborate process. A blog should not rhyme with jog, that is too slow. A blog is more like a sprint, so perhaps they should be called blints. Anyway, kisses to Rachel and her babies. Kisses to Kenneth and Kwame. Kisses to Patricia. Kisses to Emily and Nick. Good-bye Harriet, you frisky, wily, old scrapper. Thanks for letting me shack up in your blog cabin. CommentsGood luck, Jeffrey: Ron Winkler in Berlin wrote to me and I sent him THE WIND SHIFTS, so thanks for being a conduit to that connection happen. As I said, when I first wrote you: my students at Notre Dame have always dug your work whenever I've taught it. Please give me a heads up if you're ever slated to read in DC sometime (am re-locating there shortly) Best, Good luck, Jeffrey: Ron Winkler in Berlin wrote to me and I sent him THE WIND SHIFTS, so thanks for being a conduit. As I said, when I first wrote you: my students at Notre Dame have always dug your work whenever I've taught it. Please give me a heads up if you're ever slated to read in DC sometime (am re-locating there shortly) Best, Greetings and thanks Jeffrey. Your posts here seemed to confirm that idea that we are often drawn to literary artists based on many of their seemingly non-literary activities. Your posts here led me to your poetry. The posts that took the form of, for lack of a better phrase, poetry-reporting were really informative. And I wonder (ok hope) that the number crunchers at the poetry foundation will take note that your questions/comments post about race generated a large number of responses from a range of readers. An indication, perhaps, that more folks would be interested in that issue. H. Lo & Behold There is a lot of fun to be had at the poetry fundation & similarly I've found the poetry foundation to set a foundation for poetry, not least of all if contributors such as myself somewhat coincedentally bear the very same name as the actual blog itself. Thus I bequathe to the poetry foundotion a notion of my unending devotion. In the words of MosquitoBill, to misquote, who somewhat remorsefully said, I may be offline , but in the morning you'll still be ugly. Not to forget the by now infamous missed quote, stating, If you were my computer I'd send you a virus and the very apt poetic reply, stating, Ma'am, if I was your computer, I'd contract it. I'm so pleased to have made your acquaintance & practice some recognaisance in admittance, in certain instance, of allowable permittance despite imminent impertinence in this uninvited visit to Harriet by Harriet. |
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Edward Hirsch
Thursday, May 15
6:00 PM