just surfing through some sites and found a plethora of linguistic blogs and such.
this is one of my favorites. lots of good stuff from etymology to grammar.
this one is about linguistics, science fiction and other shit. pretty good, too.
was also reading up on linguistic fun:
mondegreens--and here i thought that it was Bingo Jed has a light on.
tmesis--abso-fucking-lutely!
portmanteau--i thought Calexico was just the name of an amazing band?
spoonerism--they call me bustin.jarrett.
who knew they had names for all these things, huh?
it's pretty cool, too, that the word "mondegreen" actually is a mondegreen from a mishearing of a 17th Century ballad. sweet!
i think it would be clever if the other words actually were what they described (much like an onomatepeia and mondegreen):
tmesis would be tme-fucking-sis.
portmanteau is French, and is a portmanteau of sorts. i don't know French, so i suppose this one is immune; or at least it is as for as i'm concerned.
spoonerism should be noonerspism. i like that.
good stuff.
anyway, just having some fun with language this Friday evening, procrastinating on writing that column for Upright Against The Savage Heavens. i'm the king procrastinator. the kingrastinator. the ping krocrastinator. no one can procrasti-fucking-nate like i!
nice. my wife always wanted me to be a cunning linguist.
09 June 2006
world cup of poetry
the fabulous poet, and soccer fan, Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal has posted an amazing opus to both soccer and poetry at Upright Against The Savage Heavens, on this the first day of World Cup 2006. check it out, and learn some new things about both soccer and poetry from around the world.
in a few days (Sunday) i will be posting the second installment to Background Noise on the same blog. Look for it.
in a few days (Sunday) i will be posting the second installment to Background Noise on the same blog. Look for it.
08 June 2006
vive la evolucion!
chapbook of the quarter
i received the 2nd volume of the 2nd year of the Chapbook of the Quarter Club from Bottle of Smoke Press, a great set of poems by Adrian Manning, titled A Tourist, A Pilgrim, A Truth. another fine letterpressed mini-chap by Bill Roberts.
07 June 2006
good damn advice
so, it appears i'm not the only one who's a stickler for proper grammar and spelling.
remember folks, spelling and grammar matters.
even in email.
remember folks, spelling and grammar matters.
even in email.
methinks
i received Glenn W. Cooper and Michael Estabrook's new split-chap, methink i see my father, published by Liquid Paper Press, the imprint of Nerve Cowboy's editors.
this chapbook is gorgeously designed and features fabulous poetry about each poet's father, both of whom died while the poets were young.
the book goes for $6 and is well worth every single penny.
this chapbook is gorgeously designed and features fabulous poetry about each poet's father, both of whom died while the poets were young.
the book goes for $6 and is well worth every single penny.
05 June 2006
background noise
the first installment of my weekly rant called Background Noise is now up on Christopher Cunningham's great blog Upright Against The Savage Heavens. check it out and join the discussion.
it's about why we should write poetry.
it's about why we should write poetry.
02 June 2006
we are (were) the champions...
i can't believe i forgot to post it, but back in April my Florida Gators basketball team won the NCAA Tournament. it was a very exciting time in the Barrett household, let me tell you.
anyway, a few more months of summer drudgery before football season begins. i only hope we have half the success our basketball team had. that's a lie, i hope we have more than half, but you know what i mean.
anyway, a few more months of summer drudgery before football season begins. i only hope we have half the success our basketball team had. that's a lie, i hope we have more than half, but you know what i mean.
01 June 2006
savage heavens
Christopher Cunningham has been gracious enough to ask me to contribute more regularly to his own great blog, Upright Against The Savage Heavens. in that vein, i've decided to write a weekly column, Background Noise, that will be posted every Sunday.
I've posted the first installment, a introduction, and will put up the very first real column this Sunday.
Funk Soul Brother Check It Out, Now!
I've posted the first installment, a introduction, and will put up the very first real column this Sunday.
Funk Soul Brother Check It Out, Now!
surfing the web
so, i was out there surfing from link to link on various literary websites and i came across one i had never seen before.
Plagiarist Poetry
there are numerous articles and poetic analysis, and it sports a magazine. but, it's the articles that intrigued me most. there are plenty to choose from, from a host of categories including: individual poets, the art of writing, reading poetry, among others.
there is a fabulous set of letters from a young fan and writer to Ranier Maria Rilke that is worth its weight in gold. beautiful stuff.
anyway, thought it was a great site worthy of a mention. now, i gotta get back to reading about the art of writing.
Plagiarist Poetry
there are numerous articles and poetic analysis, and it sports a magazine. but, it's the articles that intrigued me most. there are plenty to choose from, from a host of categories including: individual poets, the art of writing, reading poetry, among others.
there is a fabulous set of letters from a young fan and writer to Ranier Maria Rilke that is worth its weight in gold. beautiful stuff.
anyway, thought it was a great site worthy of a mention. now, i gotta get back to reading about the art of writing.
31 May 2006
apartment life is hell
you are suddenly awoken by the deep, guttural throttle of a humongous, diesel truck. GAGUHGAGUHGAGUH. headlights pierce your bedroom window; lighting everything as if it were the middle of the day; throwing shadows into the dark recesses of the room. GAGUHGAGUHGAGUH. it's 12:07am. you roll over, trying to ignore it. trying to sleep through it.
the inconsiderate prick taps the gas, revving the engine. the frequency of the gurgling increases, then slowly drops. he does it again. you look at your clock. it's 12:14am and your alarm is set to go off in less than 6 hours. GAGUHGAGUHGAGUH. it continues. endlessly.
apartment life is getting old. very old. i actually don't mind living in apartments made from old houses, or even townhome apartments, but these gigantic apartment complexes with 12 families per stairwell and 3 stairwells per building, and 30-40 buildings in the complex is just insane. For those who don't want to do the math in their head, that's somewhere in the neighborhood of 1000 to 1500 families per complex. the average family in Utah is 5 people (some areas that's as high as 7, AVERAGE. no kidding!) which means upwards of 5000 people in this one fucking complex. jesus christ. and with the considerate:inconsiderate ratio being at about 25:75, that makes a whole helluva lot of fucking people who just don't give a shit about anyone else.
to make matters worse, the family above us (the ones who got up early on Sunday mornings (see earlier rants)) moved out, to our great elation; however, another family, less considerate than the first, moved in and, apparently, are unaware (or just don't care) that people live below them. their terror of a child runs and bangs and throws shit all day and night long. the parents are constantly slamming doors and, for some reason, have a fixation on the goddamn sliding glass door (which we can hear loud and clear as it is being opened and closed). i can only imagine them being some form of subhuman, country bumpkin living in the city for the first time and enamored by the special, rolling door leading to their porch.
anyway, sorry about my rants. i'm just tired of waiting on this infernal house.
i looked back and noticed that my last post about the house was in January, and we had just had our foundation poured, but no framing yet. well, fast-forward 4 months and we have framing, walls, plumbing/electrical/insulation, drywall, and wall texturing. next time we hear from them (or go to visit it) we should have paint and they should be beginning tiling and carpet.
at least we're on our way. even if it is 4 months later than we were told.
the inconsiderate prick taps the gas, revving the engine. the frequency of the gurgling increases, then slowly drops. he does it again. you look at your clock. it's 12:14am and your alarm is set to go off in less than 6 hours. GAGUHGAGUHGAGUH. it continues. endlessly.
apartment life is getting old. very old. i actually don't mind living in apartments made from old houses, or even townhome apartments, but these gigantic apartment complexes with 12 families per stairwell and 3 stairwells per building, and 30-40 buildings in the complex is just insane. For those who don't want to do the math in their head, that's somewhere in the neighborhood of 1000 to 1500 families per complex. the average family in Utah is 5 people (some areas that's as high as 7, AVERAGE. no kidding!) which means upwards of 5000 people in this one fucking complex. jesus christ. and with the considerate:inconsiderate ratio being at about 25:75, that makes a whole helluva lot of fucking people who just don't give a shit about anyone else.
to make matters worse, the family above us (the ones who got up early on Sunday mornings (see earlier rants)) moved out, to our great elation; however, another family, less considerate than the first, moved in and, apparently, are unaware (or just don't care) that people live below them. their terror of a child runs and bangs and throws shit all day and night long. the parents are constantly slamming doors and, for some reason, have a fixation on the goddamn sliding glass door (which we can hear loud and clear as it is being opened and closed). i can only imagine them being some form of subhuman, country bumpkin living in the city for the first time and enamored by the special, rolling door leading to their porch.
anyway, sorry about my rants. i'm just tired of waiting on this infernal house.
i looked back and noticed that my last post about the house was in January, and we had just had our foundation poured, but no framing yet. well, fast-forward 4 months and we have framing, walls, plumbing/electrical/insulation, drywall, and wall texturing. next time we hear from them (or go to visit it) we should have paint and they should be beginning tiling and carpet.
at least we're on our way. even if it is 4 months later than we were told.
30 May 2006
rejections/acceptances
in the past 4 months, these are the rejections/acceptances i've received:
--i was rejected by a Hurricane Katrina anthology put out by Southeast Missouri State called: Hurricane Blues. oh well. i should know better than to expect to crack an academic mag.
--i received an acceptance for 2 poems to appear in an issue of remark. edited by a contributor to this blog, Chris Kornacki.
--i received a rejection from The Knoxville Writer's Guild for an anthology they are publishing. the rejection said they are seeking subs from East Tennessee writers only. again, wrong place at the wrong time.
i haven't submitted much over the past 6 months, so there isn't really much to report. i recently sent a submission out to Nerve Cowboy and i'll update about the verdict when it comes in.
--i was rejected by a Hurricane Katrina anthology put out by Southeast Missouri State called: Hurricane Blues. oh well. i should know better than to expect to crack an academic mag.
--i received an acceptance for 2 poems to appear in an issue of remark. edited by a contributor to this blog, Chris Kornacki.
--i received a rejection from The Knoxville Writer's Guild for an anthology they are publishing. the rejection said they are seeking subs from East Tennessee writers only. again, wrong place at the wrong time.
i haven't submitted much over the past 6 months, so there isn't really much to report. i recently sent a submission out to Nerve Cowboy and i'll update about the verdict when it comes in.
29 May 2006
i forgot
to mention what kind of things, poetically speaking, i've received lately.
my buddy Glenn W. Cooper has book of poetry, a joint-chap with Michael Estabrook, out with Nerve Cowboy's Liquid Paper Press, titled methinks i see my father. i've not seen the book yet (though it's in the mail), but i have been priviledged to see the poetry and artwork and, trust me folks, this is going to be one helluva fucking book. do yourself a favor and pick this up. for $6 it's a deal.
my buddy (mentioned in the previous post) Christopher Cunningham has a new chapbook of poems and letters (And Still The Night Left To Go: Poems and Letters) coming out soon by Bottle of Smoke Press. I received a small broadside of one of the poems the other day. Simply brilliant. This book will be amazing. If you've not had the pleasure of sitting back on a cold evening, drinking a beer, maybe some Miles Davis or Rachael Yamagata on the stereo, reading one of Mr. Cunningham's letters, then you've truly missed out. i'll update when the book is ready. i can't wait to get my hands on one.
my buddy C. Allen Rearick has a new joint-chap venture with Greg-O, from GreenPandaPress, which is available now. Limited to 69 copies, so pick one up soon. i hope Mr. Rearick will post a reply to this with the info on how to get one.
lastly, i received word from Eric Dejaeger that he would like to do a dual-language English/French chapbook of my poetry later this year. i'm very excited about this, of course, and will pass on more information as it becomes available.
there's some good stuff out there. more good stuff on the horizon (including some new chapbooks and broadsides from my own Hemispherical Press (once we move into the new house) by Christopher Cunningham, Owen Roberts, C. Allen Rearick, Michael David McNamara and others). keep a eye here for updates.
my buddy Glenn W. Cooper has book of poetry, a joint-chap with Michael Estabrook, out with Nerve Cowboy's Liquid Paper Press, titled methinks i see my father. i've not seen the book yet (though it's in the mail), but i have been priviledged to see the poetry and artwork and, trust me folks, this is going to be one helluva fucking book. do yourself a favor and pick this up. for $6 it's a deal.
my buddy (mentioned in the previous post) Christopher Cunningham has a new chapbook of poems and letters (And Still The Night Left To Go: Poems and Letters) coming out soon by Bottle of Smoke Press. I received a small broadside of one of the poems the other day. Simply brilliant. This book will be amazing. If you've not had the pleasure of sitting back on a cold evening, drinking a beer, maybe some Miles Davis or Rachael Yamagata on the stereo, reading one of Mr. Cunningham's letters, then you've truly missed out. i'll update when the book is ready. i can't wait to get my hands on one.
my buddy C. Allen Rearick has a new joint-chap venture with Greg-O, from GreenPandaPress, which is available now. Limited to 69 copies, so pick one up soon. i hope Mr. Rearick will post a reply to this with the info on how to get one.
lastly, i received word from Eric Dejaeger that he would like to do a dual-language English/French chapbook of my poetry later this year. i'm very excited about this, of course, and will pass on more information as it becomes available.
there's some good stuff out there. more good stuff on the horizon (including some new chapbooks and broadsides from my own Hemispherical Press (once we move into the new house) by Christopher Cunningham, Owen Roberts, C. Allen Rearick, Michael David McNamara and others). keep a eye here for updates.
well hot damn
the weather has changed. it's cold and gritty outside, now, but the sky is so blue it's as if you're stuck in the lattice of a sapphire looking out. small clouds cling to the mountains like an infant primate to its mother. the sun is bright and clear, but the air is still crisp.
it's been a long, long time since my last update. i don't even know if anyone is still around; if anyone still remembers me; if anyone still cares. there were numerous reasons for my absence, but let's just say the rumors of my demise (now matter how self-created) were greatly exaggerated. or, if not GREATLY exaggerated, at least hyperbolized a bit. i'm not dead. i've not quit. i'm still here. i'm still writing, or that is to say, i'm writing again. and i'll be here for a long while. at least as long as the cosmos feel i should be.
what have i been up to? not a whole helluva lot. but, i needed the rest. i needed the break. our house is still NOT yet completed (more about this later). it's getting humorous now, almost. there's probably a month left on it, but they'll stretch it out to two, no doubt.
fuck it.
like i said earlier, i've been writing again. things were difficult for me for awhile, there. i lost my way. i got wrapped up in my own bullshit and stuck in some kind of negative biofeedback loop. there are a few good friends to thank for helping me out of my "funk". you know who you are. THANK YOU. the last time i was writing this regularly was over 15 months ago. now THAT'S a fucking writer's block. jesus.
the country still has a moron at the helm. and he's downright determined to fuck over everyone. well, fuck him. and his goverment. and his fucking tax cut. fuck it all.
i've been posting a bit over at Christopher Cunningham's fabulous blog Upright Against the Savage Heavens. you've heard me talk about Mr. Cunningham before. This man is the real fucking deal when it comes to poetry. he's also quite political and has a few interesting things to say about the current state of our union.
that's about it. waiting on the house, writing some wry, little poems, working, and trying to stay alive just one more day.
it's been a long, long time since my last update. i don't even know if anyone is still around; if anyone still remembers me; if anyone still cares. there were numerous reasons for my absence, but let's just say the rumors of my demise (now matter how self-created) were greatly exaggerated. or, if not GREATLY exaggerated, at least hyperbolized a bit. i'm not dead. i've not quit. i'm still here. i'm still writing, or that is to say, i'm writing again. and i'll be here for a long while. at least as long as the cosmos feel i should be.
what have i been up to? not a whole helluva lot. but, i needed the rest. i needed the break. our house is still NOT yet completed (more about this later). it's getting humorous now, almost. there's probably a month left on it, but they'll stretch it out to two, no doubt.
fuck it.
like i said earlier, i've been writing again. things were difficult for me for awhile, there. i lost my way. i got wrapped up in my own bullshit and stuck in some kind of negative biofeedback loop. there are a few good friends to thank for helping me out of my "funk". you know who you are. THANK YOU. the last time i was writing this regularly was over 15 months ago. now THAT'S a fucking writer's block. jesus.
the country still has a moron at the helm. and he's downright determined to fuck over everyone. well, fuck him. and his goverment. and his fucking tax cut. fuck it all.
i've been posting a bit over at Christopher Cunningham's fabulous blog Upright Against the Savage Heavens. you've heard me talk about Mr. Cunningham before. This man is the real fucking deal when it comes to poetry. he's also quite political and has a few interesting things to say about the current state of our union.
that's about it. waiting on the house, writing some wry, little poems, working, and trying to stay alive just one more day.
20 January 2006
quick note
going out to dinner soon, real soon, but just wanted to put up a quick post that the new issue of Spent Meat is now live. my poem the second coming is featured. other poets include J.J. Campbell, Karl Koweski, Chris Major and Jonathan Hayes.
check 'er out.
check 'er out.
19 January 2006
giveaway
i have an extra issue each of Bathtun Gin #17 and trespass magazine #2, both of which i appear in. if you're interested in obtaining either of these journals, be the first to email me and i'll ship both or either to you.
move along, folks. nothing else to see here.
move along, folks. nothing else to see here.
17 January 2006
update, quick-like
i received an acceptance the other day from Kristi over at trespass magazine. my poem in the burning house of angels will be featured in the next issue. trespass is a great new magazine with much potential, so i'm very excited about this. i'll update when it is released.
also, i received the new issue of remark. (issue #40). Kat's done another great job with the design of this issue, and with selecting the poetry. featured poets include Nathan Graziano, ron lucas, Jonathan Hayes and Nescher Pyscher.
also, i received the new issue of remark. (issue #40). Kat's done another great job with the design of this issue, and with selecting the poetry. featured poets include Nathan Graziano, ron lucas, Jonathan Hayes and Nescher Pyscher.
13 January 2006
slow friday night alone
the wife is out with some girlfriends from work, watching a movie and talking about hairdoes or some shit. actually, in my mind, they are tickle fighting in negligees. just don't tell me it isn't so.
anyway, i got my iPod hooked into the speakers we bought for it, i got The White Stripes blasting through the apartment, i got a beer in my hand and abso-fucking-lutely nothing to do.
back in the day, this would be the time i would scratch out a few poems i'd been mulling about, or tighten up a few i'd written the week or month before. not so much anymore. i squeezed one out today at work, during lunch, but it reads like it was squeezed out...of a fat man's ass. oh well.
we finally heard some good news regarding our house that is being built. to catch you up to speed. back in June we purchased a house, which we told was going to be started near the end of September. Long story short, ground wasn't even broken until just before xmas. we got the runaround so bad that i went against my passive, take-shit-all-day-and-keep-on-smilin' persona and wrote a rather lengthy and terse letter. (i don't do phone calls very well as my voice tends to rise to dolphin click decibels and i forget what i want to say, etc. etc.)
well, i got a call from the builder about the letter saying they understand the situation we are going through, they will rectify some of our problems, etc. etc. AND that we finally have a hole. doesn't seem like much, but it's a fucking milestone in this thing. plus, we actually have a foundation now and the framing should begin any day now. luckily, we've been having a freakishly mild winter (so far) which has only helped things.
the other issues we wrote them about are being worked on and hopefully will be corrected lest i have to take out my mighty pen and dash off another curt letter. my mommy used to tell me that words can hurt, and the pen is mightier than the sword. we'll see.
anyway, i got my iPod hooked into the speakers we bought for it, i got The White Stripes blasting through the apartment, i got a beer in my hand and abso-fucking-lutely nothing to do.
back in the day, this would be the time i would scratch out a few poems i'd been mulling about, or tighten up a few i'd written the week or month before. not so much anymore. i squeezed one out today at work, during lunch, but it reads like it was squeezed out...of a fat man's ass. oh well.
we finally heard some good news regarding our house that is being built. to catch you up to speed. back in June we purchased a house, which we told was going to be started near the end of September. Long story short, ground wasn't even broken until just before xmas. we got the runaround so bad that i went against my passive, take-shit-all-day-and-keep-on-smilin' persona and wrote a rather lengthy and terse letter. (i don't do phone calls very well as my voice tends to rise to dolphin click decibels and i forget what i want to say, etc. etc.)
well, i got a call from the builder about the letter saying they understand the situation we are going through, they will rectify some of our problems, etc. etc. AND that we finally have a hole. doesn't seem like much, but it's a fucking milestone in this thing. plus, we actually have a foundation now and the framing should begin any day now. luckily, we've been having a freakishly mild winter (so far) which has only helped things.
the other issues we wrote them about are being worked on and hopefully will be corrected lest i have to take out my mighty pen and dash off another curt letter. my mommy used to tell me that words can hurt, and the pen is mightier than the sword. we'll see.
07 January 2006
parlez-vous français?
i don't. not a lick. i had to look up how to spell the above correctly.
the reason i ask is because i received my copy of Nouveux Delits today, where four of my poems translated by Eric Dejaeger appear. they appear in English, with the French translation alongside. and, they are gorgeous. it's amazing how something as simple as a translation into French can make your poetry look good.
the poems in this issue are:
penis boy
A Wonder
a clear sign i have become my father
another clear sign i have become my father
i can't understand anything else about the issue. it's all Greek to me. actually, make that French. i know, i know. that was a really bad pun. sorry.
the reason i ask is because i received my copy of Nouveux Delits today, where four of my poems translated by Eric Dejaeger appear. they appear in English, with the French translation alongside. and, they are gorgeous. it's amazing how something as simple as a translation into French can make your poetry look good.
the poems in this issue are:
penis boy
A Wonder
a clear sign i have become my father
another clear sign i have become my father
i can't understand anything else about the issue. it's all Greek to me. actually, make that French. i know, i know. that was a really bad pun. sorry.
05 January 2006
2 acceptances, a new book, a french mistake and a small press review
lots of new stuff to kick off the new year. seems 2006 is starting off just right.
first, i received news from Bill Roberts of Bottle of Smoke Press that he will be starting a new project soon: specifically a set of coasters with poems letterpressed on them. the poems are about drinking. he accepted a new poem i wrote specifically for the project. the project is invitiation only, and i'm flattered to be included. of course, i'll inform when the project is completed.
second, i received word from Linda Wandt, the new editor of Spent Meat, that my poem the second coming will be used for the new issue. Spent Meat is coming back online after an extended hiatus. RC Edrington was the editor, but those duties are now Linda's. i was asked by RC to submit, and again i was flattered. RC and i also made amends. it's a long story, but suffice it to say things are now cool. i'll let you know when the new issue is up. looks like February some time.
next, i received the latest, and recently sold out, Bottle of Smoke Press publication, sometimes city undercovers, a book dedicated to d.a. levy and the recent levyfest in Cleveland. good stuff. it even includes a 5-poem mini-chapbook of levy's poetry.
yesterday, i received the latest issue of The Small Press Review. this magazine publishes only reviews, and is a great source for magazines, journals and books. unfortunately, this issue included a bad review of my buddy Karl Koweski's chapbook Can't Kill a Man Born to Hang, published by the ubiquitous Bottle of Smoke Press. i feel Karl is one of the best small press poets, and that the review is off base. his poetry is subtle, and deep and his humor is razor sharp. good stuff.
lastly, i received word today from Eric Dejaeger in Belgium that the poems he translated into French have already appeared in one magazine, Liqueur 44, and will appear in two others shortly, his own Microbe and Nouveaux Delits. i can't wait to see them.
i also found out that Eric has agreed to translate a bunch of Glenn W. Cooper's poems into French. this is great news. i'm a firm believer that the more people to read Glenn's poetry the better off the world will be.
incidentally, this is not the "french mistake" referenced in the title above. that designation is reserved for the publication of my own poems. anyway, congrats, Glenn.
maybe 2006 will be better than 2005.
first, i received news from Bill Roberts of Bottle of Smoke Press that he will be starting a new project soon: specifically a set of coasters with poems letterpressed on them. the poems are about drinking. he accepted a new poem i wrote specifically for the project. the project is invitiation only, and i'm flattered to be included. of course, i'll inform when the project is completed.
second, i received word from Linda Wandt, the new editor of Spent Meat, that my poem the second coming will be used for the new issue. Spent Meat is coming back online after an extended hiatus. RC Edrington was the editor, but those duties are now Linda's. i was asked by RC to submit, and again i was flattered. RC and i also made amends. it's a long story, but suffice it to say things are now cool. i'll let you know when the new issue is up. looks like February some time.
next, i received the latest, and recently sold out, Bottle of Smoke Press publication, sometimes city undercovers, a book dedicated to d.a. levy and the recent levyfest in Cleveland. good stuff. it even includes a 5-poem mini-chapbook of levy's poetry.
yesterday, i received the latest issue of The Small Press Review. this magazine publishes only reviews, and is a great source for magazines, journals and books. unfortunately, this issue included a bad review of my buddy Karl Koweski's chapbook Can't Kill a Man Born to Hang, published by the ubiquitous Bottle of Smoke Press. i feel Karl is one of the best small press poets, and that the review is off base. his poetry is subtle, and deep and his humor is razor sharp. good stuff.
lastly, i received word today from Eric Dejaeger in Belgium that the poems he translated into French have already appeared in one magazine, Liqueur 44, and will appear in two others shortly, his own Microbe and Nouveaux Delits. i can't wait to see them.
i also found out that Eric has agreed to translate a bunch of Glenn W. Cooper's poems into French. this is great news. i'm a firm believer that the more people to read Glenn's poetry the better off the world will be.
incidentally, this is not the "french mistake" referenced in the title above. that designation is reserved for the publication of my own poems. anyway, congrats, Glenn.
maybe 2006 will be better than 2005.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)