23 October 2009
Wherein the author is unusually refreshed.
Usually I get about five hours of sleep a night, waking up at 5:30, but my daughter had the day off from school today, so I got to sleep until 6:50 (when my son woke up), and it made such a difference. Then I was somewhat non-hassled getting ready, since there was no elementary school urgency, and I took care of some household chores, and that made me really happy. Sometimes I'm baffled by the things that make me happy.
I subbed for a friend's class today, and it was a delight. I am looking forward to the days when I get to be a teacher again, and just a teacher, not 2/3 administrator 1/3 teacher. Only 2.6 more years to go. Sigh.
I am teaching these books in my Spring MFA class. I've been carrying around the copy of Harmonium everywhere I go. So far the students, with a few exceptions, are happy about the syllabus.
The Collected Poems of Barbara Guest
Meditations in an Emergency, Frank O'Hara
Ariel, Sylvia Plath
Harmonium, Wallace Stevens
Last week I was on fire in the blog department, but this week wasn't as fruitful.
What was fruitful? The chocolate-covered strawberry and apple that I just consumed.
I haven't written a poem in two weeks. Tonight I have to scrub orange juice off my hardwood floor and wall (apparently Ray really meant it when he dropped his cup the other day), but once that's done I intend to write.
Here's a new online litmag to submit to: NOP (pronounced "nope,"). The editors are a stellar bunch. Check out the call for submissions. It's not on paper!
I could be grumbling about the rain right now, but the amazing Dora Malech has two poems in THERMOS, so obviously all is right in the world.
I (almost) always root for the underdog.
There's one more week to submit to Barn Owl Review. Check out the new review of Dick of the Dead by Rachel Loden.
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