Friday, November 13, 2009

Publication!

http://www.yellowmedicinereview.com/id13.html

Sadly, my actual poem is not printed here. But you can see my name and order the issue! And I posted the poem here, along with my other fall publication from The Kelsey Review.

http://devotesherlife.com/Poems.html

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Monday, November 02, 2009

It's surprisingly difficult to find a good autumn poem...

Autumn

by Grace Paley

1

What is sometimes called a
tongue of flame
or an arm extended burning
is only the long
red and orange branch of
a green maple
in early September reaching
into the greenest field
out of the green woods at the
edge of which the birch trees
appear a little tattered tired
of sustaining delicacy
all through the hot summer re-
minding everyone (in
our family) of a Russian
song a story
by Chekhov or my father


2

What is sometimes called a
tongue of flame
or an arm extended burning
is only the long
red and orange branch of
a green maple
in early September reaching
into the greenest field
out of the green woods at the
edge of which the birch trees
appear a little tattered tired
of sustaining delicacy
all through the hot summer re-
minding everyone (in
our family) of a Russian
song a story by
Chekhov or my father on
his own lawn standing
beside his own wood in
the United States of
America saying (in Russian)
this birch is a lovely
tree but among the others
somehow superficial

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Monday, October 20, 2008

from the editor of Poetry Magazine, Christian Wiman

Let us remember... that in the end we go to poetry for one reason, so that we might more fully inhabit our lives and the world in which we live them, and that if we more fully inhabit these things, we might be less apt to destroy both.

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Sunday, June 22, 2008

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Friday, May 30, 2008

love letter from beethoven

Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us -
I can live only wholly with you or not at all -
Yes, I am resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly to your arms and say that I am really at home with you, and can send my soul enwrapped in you into the land of spirits -
Yes, unhappily it must be so -
You will be the more contained since you know my fidelity to you. No one else can ever possess my heart - never - never -
Oh God, why must one be parted from one whom one so loves.
And yet my life in V is now a wretched life -
Your love makes me at once the happiest and the unhappiest of men -
At my age I need a steady, quiet life - can that be so in our connection?
My angel, I have just been told that the mailcoach goes every day - therefore I must close at once so that you may receive the letter at once -
Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our purpose to live together -
Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell.
Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
ever thine
ever mine
ever ours

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Friday, October 12, 2007

a writer who doesn't write

inspired by bethany, who admitted to rereading old blog posts... i just went back and skimmed through some fall 2004 entries, when i first started this thing. i used to post a lot! and pretty reflective things, too. i'd like to get back in that habit. i find i don't write much anymore, and it makes me sad. i'm supposed to be a writer.

i've always known this about myself: i'm not very self-motivated. despite all my best efforts to get up in the morning and run/write/go to church/go to the farmers market/read my bible/sit on the porch with breakfast... i usually end up lying in bed, watching tv, playing on the internet, etc. so when i'm not in a writing class, i find it difficult to write.

i have a graduate degree in poetry. i have a 96 page book, my thesis, full of poetry that i wrote mainly in grad school (a few older pieces that i revised). since finishing grad school, i have written 5 poems. yes, 5 poems in the last.... 15 months. that's pathetic. what kind of poet am i?

a lazy one. that's what. and i don't like it much. but it's hard when i'm teaching 2 classes and working 30 hours a week at the cafe. when i'm not AT work, i'm preparing for class, grading papers, or exhausted.

and i have a problem with sitting around too much. if i don't have plans with people, i feel like all i can do is sit around the apartment. this is not true.

summer of 2005 i studied in prague for a month. i went by myself. and until i made friends during weeks two/three, i spent a lot of time alone. i wandered the city. i sat and wrote or read. i went to museums and churches. i explored. why don't i do that now? just because i live in chicago doesn't mean i can't get out and walk around and enjoy it. chicago is huge. there are loads of neighborhoods i haven't yet visited. and there's more to do than just eat out and go to bars. i've been to all the major musuems, but what about the smaller ones? the modern arts museum. chicago history museum. etc. and there are tons of beautiful churches i haven't been in. and neighborhoods i haven't walked through. i need to just get off at a random el stop with my digital camera, notebook, and pen... and explore. i need to sit in coffee shops... and write. whether it's on here, or in a notebook, or typing, or whatever.

the cafe i work at is actually part of a new cultural center. i teach tap there also. and today the director talked to me about a new project. she wants to start a Boocoo publication. a monthly newspaper. and she's gathering the small group of writers and individuals at Boocoo who might be interested in helping edit/write/etc. i'm excited for this possibility. for now, it will all be on a volunteer basis. so this won't be earning me extra money or anything. but being involved will look good on a resume. AND it will be fun, and fulfilling, and will hopefully get me writing again in some capacity.

i'm so busy the first half of my week, and the second half i crash. and in the midst of the crash i start to feel lonely and cold and boring. i think what i'm missing is more time with friends. often i attribute my loneliness to the lack of a man in my life, which i think is part of it, but i think more time with friends in general would fill the majority of that void. and i think it's more than the lack of friend time. i think it's the lack of art time. writing. poetry. reading. photography. etc. i think my "me" time has been lazily spent. my change in location and jobs only helps so much. i think i need to bring myself the rest of the way in my quest for a fulfilling 25th year of life.

slowly but surely. i'm figuring it all out. i'm getting there.

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Wednesday, May 02, 2007

check me out!

http://boocoo.org/katie_b_w.php
http://boocoo.org/katie_b.php

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Monday, January 22, 2007

Poetry Speaks Day-By-Day Calendar

"The reinvention, the making of a poetry for our time, is the only thing that makes poetry matter. And that means, literally, making poetry MATTER, that is making poetry that intensifies the matter or materiality of poetry--acoustic, visual, syntactic, semantic. Poetry is very much alive when it finds ways of doing things in a media-saturated environment that only poetry can do, but very much dead when it just retreads the same old same old."

-Charles Bernstein-

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