So, I keep fixing up my shit on here. I know those of you who read this, probably already have my shit, but hey, it's up for future readers. Next up is the Fragments of Youth Magazine, and AP records, and there's a DVD coming out...so, keep your eyes peeled.
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I might start posting some of my newer shit up here as I work on it, or maybe just lists of them...we'll see...but this gets me writing. Oh, that reminds me. I got some writing to do after this post.
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Emily and I just got back from Las Cruces...It's a great place: The people (faculty/students) are great, the Program is great, the Campus is great, the Mountains are cool, there's a Co-op, Vegetarian places, a Organic Food Store - Toucan, Coffee, a New Mexico Fairhaven (kind of), and stuff...
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We flew from Seattle to San Fran (Don't go there. If you fly into gate A and have to fly out of gate C, you have to get off the plane, leave the terminal, and then go back through at the other gate, meaning that the orange juice you bought gets thrown away. NOT COOL), then Phoenix, then El Paso. We rented a car there and drove 40 or so minutes to Las Cruces. OK. So, El Paso sucks. Shit-hole. We're driving, thinking, "OH, fuck, what the hell is this place." Fortunately we stayed at a great hotel, and the rest of our time was cool. But that drive was scary. I mean, scary, like thinking that we have to spend the next three years in THIS PLACE? But like I said, as is well, and Las Cruces is pretty cool. I think I'm really gonna like living there.
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We got back Saturday night, late, and now we're back in B'Ham.
I defend my thesis in couple weeks, and then, I'm pretty much done (except for Oliver's class) with my MA.
Whattcha think? Should I walk? Should I sell my tickets? I think I'm gonna walk, all my buddies are, plus I got an IPod, so I'll be set.
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I went running outside today. Jeez. My lungs burn. I'm so used to running (or biking) inside. I feel better now, but Jeez. I gotta keep this going. Tomorrow, I'm doing it again. This time, longer.
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OK. So, I'm gonna get back to watching the Biggest Loser.
Peace.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Things keep stacking up...
I'm pretty excited to head out into the SW to visit Las Cruces. I don't really know what to expect with the whole trip, but I've heard good things...so...well, either way, I'm excited.
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I thought I knew what my next project (poetry) was going to be, but it looks like it's changing again. It's gonna have a narrator...i think, and it's gonna have a main character, with little surrounding pieces. God, I wanted to do the whole sujfan thing with 50 states, and I still might be able to do that, but we'll see how things shape up. I sent out a couple new ones just for the hell of it. I guess we'll see if any journals like it...it's weird not writing prose poems, they're so easy to write, but like I've been told, it's very easy to write a BAD prose poem. The form lends itself to that. I don't know why, really. But it makes sense. I'm still gonna go back to the form every once in a while, but my next project will probably steer away from that. Although, I do want to write something that is completely prose poems--I got ideas, but nothing too official. Maybe just a chapbook.
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I've got a screenplay to write and I keep putting it off. The scenes I have to finish before the next meeting with the production team is in my head, I just can get myself to write it. I have the whole thing in pieces on different pieces of paper, but nothing typed. Ugh. I'll do it. I swear!
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I'm getting ready to send my book(s) out again. I'm got 3 contests for "to the chapel of light" and about ten agents for "bumping." I think I'm changing the title from "how we started bumping" to "bumping." Kate Trueblood's idea. I like it.
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I'm watching Seinfeld and listening to the bath run and thinking about John Berryman's The Dream Songs.
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Later...
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I thought I knew what my next project (poetry) was going to be, but it looks like it's changing again. It's gonna have a narrator...i think, and it's gonna have a main character, with little surrounding pieces. God, I wanted to do the whole sujfan thing with 50 states, and I still might be able to do that, but we'll see how things shape up. I sent out a couple new ones just for the hell of it. I guess we'll see if any journals like it...it's weird not writing prose poems, they're so easy to write, but like I've been told, it's very easy to write a BAD prose poem. The form lends itself to that. I don't know why, really. But it makes sense. I'm still gonna go back to the form every once in a while, but my next project will probably steer away from that. Although, I do want to write something that is completely prose poems--I got ideas, but nothing too official. Maybe just a chapbook.
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I've got a screenplay to write and I keep putting it off. The scenes I have to finish before the next meeting with the production team is in my head, I just can get myself to write it. I have the whole thing in pieces on different pieces of paper, but nothing typed. Ugh. I'll do it. I swear!
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I'm getting ready to send my book(s) out again. I'm got 3 contests for "to the chapel of light" and about ten agents for "bumping." I think I'm changing the title from "how we started bumping" to "bumping." Kate Trueblood's idea. I like it.
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I'm watching Seinfeld and listening to the bath run and thinking about John Berryman's The Dream Songs.
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Later...
Friday, April 3, 2009
April...
Do you like the new picture? It's one of my twin's, Caleb. It's also hanging on the wall in my apartment--I just looked at it. I'm thinking about rearranging the blog a bit here and there, but that will come in time. It is pretty nice to open the page and see that picture. www.calebyoungphotography.com if you're interested.
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OK. Here's my final count for MFA's in Poetry. Everyone's doing it over on the MFA blog, but I haven't been posting in a while, so I figure I'd just do it here...for my own, uh, sort-of closure. (In order of acceptance, rejection)
University of Pittsburgh - Accepted
New Mexico State University - Accepted w/ TA (full ride)
University of Mass - Amherst - Rejected
Cornell University - Rejected
University of Mass - Boston - Accepted w/ possible/partial TA
Columbia College (Chicago) - Accepted w/ Follett Fellowship
Southern Illinois University at Carbondale - Rejected. favorite poets teach there :-(
University of Virginia - Rejected
I feel good. I wish I could've afforded Chicago, but even with the fellowship I wouldn't be able to swing it--it's expensive--plus I've heard some things from reliable sources about the way the program works; very prescripitve; i.e. you have to learn to write like they want you to. Fuck that noise. I mean, I'm sure it's not as bad as I was told, but where I'm going now, there's a lot of freedom...and the teachers there are way good. Pittsburgh. Oh, Pittsburgh. If only. Everything about the city is great, everything about the program is great, except it was fairly big, and I wanted something smaller. And I was still waiting to hear about funding when I finally turned them down. It was a sad day, but I guess, if we really wanted to live there, we could move after school...but the next move is up to Emily, and I have a feeling it will be New York. The other rejections are no surprises. I shot big and feel like I got into some tough/very selective schools. Of my acceptances, two schools let in less than five into the program...so I'm feeling pretty pimp. Speaking of that, Boston would've been a cool place to live and go to school, but it just didn't work out. NMSU is perfect. It's hot (I'm so sick of the cold right now...though it is sunny right this second). The funding is great. The program is small. The teachers are good. And most importantly, I get to teach, not only Composition, but eventually, Creative Writing. Boo Yah. I can't wait.
We're buying plane tickets to visit in April, when Em gets home. I'm Excited!
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I've been listening to bands from my high-school/post hs days: Fields of Mars (regulars in the eastside/seattle all ages scene in the 99-2000's). So, good. Also seldom, kilmer, oh...montgomery. I need to find that EP. It's somewhere. Pedro (of course), early death cab. I'm going through all of these great shows, and keep thinking about how cool the scenes were then. Maybe I'm just old and jaded, but I feel like what happens today is a bunch of fucking gimmicks and cool-point-attempts. I want to see kids playing music for kids. Not cool kids playing music for cool kids. That's fucking pointless. Music is about community. I haven't seen an all ages community for years. The music community up is B'ham is the shit, though. But most of us (I'm really, slacking, so, I shouldn't say "we" but "them.") are really supportive and go to each others shows, play on each others records (or at least talk about it) and buy each others shit. We love each others bands, not just because they're good (they are), but because we support each other.
OK. I'm stepping off the soapbox. I'm gonna watch LOST.
Later.
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OK. Here's my final count for MFA's in Poetry. Everyone's doing it over on the MFA blog, but I haven't been posting in a while, so I figure I'd just do it here...for my own, uh, sort-of closure. (In order of acceptance, rejection)
University of Pittsburgh - Accepted
New Mexico State University - Accepted w/ TA (full ride)
University of Mass - Amherst - Rejected
Cornell University - Rejected
University of Mass - Boston - Accepted w/ possible/partial TA
Columbia College (Chicago) - Accepted w/ Follett Fellowship
Southern Illinois University at Carbondale - Rejected. favorite poets teach there :-(
University of Virginia - Rejected
I feel good. I wish I could've afforded Chicago, but even with the fellowship I wouldn't be able to swing it--it's expensive--plus I've heard some things from reliable sources about the way the program works; very prescripitve; i.e. you have to learn to write like they want you to. Fuck that noise. I mean, I'm sure it's not as bad as I was told, but where I'm going now, there's a lot of freedom...and the teachers there are way good. Pittsburgh. Oh, Pittsburgh. If only. Everything about the city is great, everything about the program is great, except it was fairly big, and I wanted something smaller. And I was still waiting to hear about funding when I finally turned them down. It was a sad day, but I guess, if we really wanted to live there, we could move after school...but the next move is up to Emily, and I have a feeling it will be New York. The other rejections are no surprises. I shot big and feel like I got into some tough/very selective schools. Of my acceptances, two schools let in less than five into the program...so I'm feeling pretty pimp. Speaking of that, Boston would've been a cool place to live and go to school, but it just didn't work out. NMSU is perfect. It's hot (I'm so sick of the cold right now...though it is sunny right this second). The funding is great. The program is small. The teachers are good. And most importantly, I get to teach, not only Composition, but eventually, Creative Writing. Boo Yah. I can't wait.
We're buying plane tickets to visit in April, when Em gets home. I'm Excited!
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I've been listening to bands from my high-school/post hs days: Fields of Mars (regulars in the eastside/seattle all ages scene in the 99-2000's). So, good. Also seldom, kilmer, oh...montgomery. I need to find that EP. It's somewhere. Pedro (of course), early death cab. I'm going through all of these great shows, and keep thinking about how cool the scenes were then. Maybe I'm just old and jaded, but I feel like what happens today is a bunch of fucking gimmicks and cool-point-attempts. I want to see kids playing music for kids. Not cool kids playing music for cool kids. That's fucking pointless. Music is about community. I haven't seen an all ages community for years. The music community up is B'ham is the shit, though. But most of us (I'm really, slacking, so, I shouldn't say "we" but "them.") are really supportive and go to each others shows, play on each others records (or at least talk about it) and buy each others shit. We love each others bands, not just because they're good (they are), but because we support each other.
OK. I'm stepping off the soapbox. I'm gonna watch LOST.
Later.
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