realized / more sharply in more furious selves

Have been tunneling through the depths of a rather intense personal experience--or is is a series of personal experiences? what's the difference?--lately, as well as making a pretty solid aquaintence with some severe post-graduation blues. Not un-worth it, but still can be rough to negotiate at times. 

Still, despite being mired in my own head (but really, who isn't) for the majority of the last few weeks, it hasn't been all lack of progress. I have been writing, albeit in fits and starts, and even mustered u some material to submit to Belle Journal, this forthcoming lit journal I'm pretty excited about, centering around the modern Southern Belle &c. Really very interested to see what direction(s) they take the concept in. I'm already booked to return to the good ol' delta Highland Readings on the 18th, and another local reading series, River Writers extended an invitation to me to read as well. Unfortunately, because I work 6 days a week arcane rituals involving the sacrifice of money to even consider getting a shift picked up, I couldn't make it to read with River Writers, nor will I be able to support my friends at the first Highland Reading tonight.

BUT come hell, high water, or oppression by the System, I will be participating in the most exciting of literary opportunities: the Poetry Brothel. Link goes to the site of the original Poetry Brothel in New York, but there is a branch being established in New Orleans right this very now, and I have tossed my garter in the ring and been accepted as a founding poetry whore. I will be casting on a persona, of course, whose birthing pangs are still being felt. Progress expected on Saturday at first meeting. Seriously, I cannot properly communicate my excitement to be a part of the NOLA Poetry Brothel--at least not without using ALL CAPS A LOT, which I am rather loathe to do. Looks like I'm going corset shopping! Updates on the Brothel to follow, of course.

Aside from all these doors to word venues opening up, I'm just trying to take it one step at a time. This is a period of more than a little transition in my life and I'm still not sure which way everything is going to cut. Great amounts of trepidation and excitement and also giddiness swirling around in my head, in all of me, right now. It really gets rather exhausting at times, but better this than numbness. Everything is always beginning. Hang on tight.

Poetic Notes

So, prepping for the back-to-back double-feature of poetry readings delta's putting on tonight-- I'm reading at Highland Coffees at 7 and still don't have my stuff put together for that (woo!), then must pick something to plagiarize (or inappropriately reappropriate, if you will) for our event at Northgate. So in lieu of typing something brand-new to put here, I present instead of confusion of notes for my review of Kim Hyesoon's book All the Garbage of the World, Unite!


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What is I? Kim Hyesoon is a woman. Kim Hyesoon is a woman poet. Kim Hyesoon is a woman poet from South Korea. Kim Hysoon is very conscious of being a woman poet from South Korea. Inside her poems, the I of Kim Hyesoon swells and fractalates to become construct of her complicated and beautiful idea of poetry (the “poesy”). “I am many inside poetry. [...] The confusion of the multiple ‘I’ is what makes me write poetry.” (x, Preface) 

Body. Garbage. Urban & urban decay. We are mutilated body & garbage & urban decay. Trashbodyhole. We are I we are womanbodymotherbabycorpse. we are geography and “whitestwhite.” Violence against children, against the I. Against/between the Ichild. Somewhere there are men. There too is water (thirstwater) and drippingslurp saliva. Also dogs maybe. Here everywhere is a phantom lady shadowladies that bleed like I like Is. Manhole Humanity! O Hole O! How much repetition? How many times “whitestwhite”? Where all the child, where all the Mommy? O uncertainty. After the slap has left the face. Is one confined if one is inside out—a body that is?

What does it mean to have a delineation. To be in something (a body? a country?) to have something be in you? What is division what is (w)hole, a part of a (w)hole? Everything here is divided, is dividingsplit, but everything is swelling and seeping out of itselfanother.