fest

went to the kilkenny arts festival recently. saw biographical film on the irish writer john mcgahern and several adaptations of his short stories. great day. one thing he said in the film was that he found it frustrating that you never truly learn to write. you never arrive at mastery. every piece is different and presents new elements of the language to explore. on the one hand, i wonder if one can't actually get a place of having learned--knowing rhetoric, the history of linguistics, an OED laden vocab, all gram (rather than glam). But then, language is always new, always changing. throwing light and colors. It is alive, which is why you can't finally know it. like any creature, it's never the it it is for very long.

i spy an i

for some reason, my computer doesn't allow me to post on blogger. now this blogger doth stealthy get onto her amour's laptop and says howdy to you.

here, we're still in the process of relocating to dublin. have gotten a house and now must pack these dishes and haul these booties on up. looking for world too the move.

curious what the poetry scene/s will be like. here in wexford, i've belonged to a group and found that generally poets tend to write less from their biography. which is something i knew from reading international poetries. but somehow i experience that fact differently as a workshop participant. i've been bringing in some personal lyrics and they contrast with the historical and nature-focused and community focused poems brought in by most of the other poets. my recent tendency toward the personal lyrics seem not only american but also protestant in their individualism. stray range stir angst stars sang to feel rather than merely intellectually understand the self's constructedness.

ooooh bloggerissimo, dog girl is now available for preorder! h

maid public

The Dog Girl galleys are in the alleys in the all eyes of mine waiting for in the mail out of the inkwell and they're on the way!

Here's a pic of the cover. The image is taken from a photography by Kanaoko Sasaki.



She started her career as a photojournalist and commercial photographer, but her work has really gained momentum as she explores myth and autobiography, mixing her mastery with mystery. I particularly appreciate the tonal variety across her work, something that I strive to accomplish in my own collections.

Anywho, for those who dig the sort of sing sung by Ahsahta press, you might want to check out the offer to buy a subscription to the season's books. You get the whole line-up for $60.00.

Downtime from the Mummy gig it's up!

moving to tada to da' bloom

Long time no post, bloggerissimo. Welllll will I've been hectic busy here hear hey we're moving to Dublin! Lots of poetry goings on there in the capital city and am eager to jump right into the middle of that word world whirled wish we were on the move today!

Alas, we close on our house August 31st--aghst 31 days. a gasp.

Our new place is in Terenure, Dublin 6W, formerly childhood stomping ground o' James Joyce Himself. Here's a photo o' the crossroads:



The area has a sweet commercial district walking distance from our house--cafes, bistros, windowboxes of flowers, that sort of sing.

Here's a photo of myself and Sophie from a few months ago. As you very well may have guessed, she's getting bigger and bigger. Gawd awed she's each moment a lovely flower opening. Child=the body poetry. Cells spinning lyrical.



In the meantime, I owe the Chicago Review a review, which I should be working on right this red hot daughter-is-asleep.

BTW, I may not be saying much out there in blogville, but rest assured this blogger doth lurk!