Thursday, April 12, 2012

Ladies, leave your labias alone. Not all girl things need to be pink.

“It burns if you put too much on, or use it other places.”

I learned this week that vagina tinting is a thing and
something fucked up has happened to Courtney Love’s face.
These things are/are not related. My mind cannot handle this.
Ladies, back away from the knife and the vamoose for your cooch.
How am I supposed to explain all of this to my son? I can sum up
the women’s studies class I took in college: Men think fucked up
things about women, and women think fucked up things about
themselves. Rah rah rah. Go laaaaaaaaaaadies! Which sounds
a lot like laaaaaaaaaaabias! Which all have to be pink now
even the lady parts of darker skinned ladies. You guys know
these things are made of skin and how skin works right?
Labia lightening, not to be confused with labia lightning, the
high voltage electrical discharge of a vagina storm. Beware.
That’s coming next, headed to a weather-vane near you.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Her name is Panic.

The ever-awesome Karyna McGlynn makes sense of AWP for you. As if Karyna has ever had to wonder who to eat lunch with. She's one of the cool kids.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Pint sized poetry machine

This 3-year-old kid reads poetry better than you do. Better than any of us. Though he's not actually reading. He's memorized it. IN HIS BRAIN.

If you enjoyed this (and you must have, otherwise I don't know where your heart is) then you should also check out this young fellow reading "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson while dressed as Superman, and "Walking Across the Atlantic" by Billy Collins in the company of a stuffed dolphin.

Via Videogum.

Maya Angelou is a punk

Maya Angelou Prank Show sketch from SNL. Super funny stuff.

Friday, February 17, 2012

Monkey see. Literally.

I know it's been a while since I've updated this blog, but this was worth coming out of hibernation.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Poet stamps!

Coming to a U.S. Post Office near you in March. Assuming we still have the post office then. Now go mail some shit.
Via Axis of Abraxas.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Friday, October 7, 2011

Laurie Saurborn Young is brilliant, but you don't have to take my word for it

The lovely and talented Laurie Saurborn Young gave a really great interview to The American Literary Review. It was one of the best poetry-related things I've read in a long time. Sure it doesn't hurt that I think Laurie is awesome or that we once hung out in North Carolina. Or that the string of airstream trailer lights she gave to me hang on my porch all year.

In the interview she says that she writes "to figure out the world and to discover a way to exist in the world. A way to explore science and the animal world. As I’ve continued to write, I’ve accrued more confidence. With confidence I’ve allowed more space to enter the poems, in terms of structure and form and also in terms of saying the strange things I am thinking and being able to marry them to the human condition. Places of commonality, if you will."

This is pretty much exactly the reason I love poetry, though expressed in an articulate fashion I am likely incapable of.

Her first book, Carnavoria, will be published by H_NGM_N BKS in 2012. I, personally, expect the wait to be excrutiating.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Taha Muhammad Ali has died

Palestinian poet Taha Muhammad Ali has died. He was 80 years old. I saw him read a couple of years ago at UofM and it was one of the best and most moving readings I have ever been to. I can't help but think that if more people read his poetry then the Palestinians would have a much better chance at getting a state, at living in peace, at being seen as human, even. May he rest in a peace that did not exist during his life.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Monday, September 12, 2011

Danielle Steele is "hungry / for your face"

In "The Poetry of Danielle Steel", Lamar Clarkson does a close reading of Danielle Steel's 1984 poetry classic Love.

"Subtract the daring enjambment and add a blinking laptop cursor with a voiceover and you basically have Carrie Bradshaw, 15 years ahead of schedule, but without those annoying egg-white omelets. Our narrator eats real eggs. (We know this because she is always making breakfast for men who may not return.)"

Via The Hairpin.