Friday, March 12, 2010

Post Moxie is out!

This is very weird...I found out via a Sarabande Facebook link that my book is out. I feel happy about this, but in my Capricorn way also feel the slight jolt that occurs when my carefully laid plans turn out to be bunk. I was picturing some kind of giddy countdown to the release day, followed by the release party a week later. But this is also cool. Countdowns aren't really necessary anyway. The party is still happening when I planned for it to happen.

So anyway, I hadn't planned to go to AWP this year because I'm broke and want to save my money for the book tour. But now that my book is going to be sitting at the Sarabande table, I'm thinking that maybe I should try to go. I'm going to look at plane tickets. And maybe Heather will still let me share a hotel room?

It's so weird that I have a book. It's so weird.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Some tired thoughts on form

It took me almost two years to write Post Moxie. The process included brief periods of time when I thought I was done writing, and then out of nowhere I would write a few more stanzas. About six months after I had decided it was completely finished, I started writing these long, thin, punctuation-less poems that eventually evolved into square punctuation-less poems. Basically they look like Post Moxie stanzas but without punctuation. They are also far less interesting. I'm starting to think that I can't write in lines anymore after writing prose blocks for so long. I'm willing to accept this, but it's a difficult thing for a poet to accept. Then today I started reading Tomaz Salamun, whom I haven't read for a long time. His are the kind of the poems I want to write. I wish it was as easy as just deciding this. But I'm going to keep him at the back of my mind as I write. Or maybe envision him holding my hand as I write. Starting something new feels weird, even though I've been starting something new for over a year now. Here is a poem of his that I love:

Pity

On the subject of god briefly
he never said very much
never said rosemary
never said peace-loving
if there were ants in the corners
the ants stayed in the corners

for example dust
wherever it falls
down or to the side
or the existence of roots
all that god solves expertly

at times he says Archaic
but nobody budges
nobody wakes up
really nobody wakes up
at times he says we kill
those who bring flowers

and he buys light-colored paper
I bought light-colored paper
he says we killed those who brought flowers
and he commands the little boat to sail the sea
the trees to bend
something to fall so it creaks

you're the light of the world
no hiding place even in the mountains

Monday, March 8, 2010

In an early attempt at self-promotion

Dear Friends,

Those of you who know me well know that I can be an awkward introvert who sometimes has difficulty making eye contact. I happen to be proud of my introverted nature and even believe that without it I wouldn't have written all of these poems, as I would have instead been out in the world being extroverted. However, I very happily won a book prize last year (the Kathryn A. Morton Prize in Poetry through Sarabande Books), and with it came a book contract, and with that this thing where I have to promote myself and try to get people to be interested in my book. Sarabande is helping immensely with both of these aspects, but I'm beginning to try my hand at self-promotion. Because I can't seem to get it together to create a website, I'm going to start with this blog. I'll use this space to give updates about what is happening with the publication process, reading dates, etc. Despite the whole introvert thing, I love to give public readings and I promise to look directly into your eyes in a way that will not make you uncomfortable, should you choose to attend one of my readings in the Northeast or Midwest.

I only have one date to note as of now: my book release party! It will take place on Saturday, May 22 at the Lily Pad in Inman Square, Cambridge: 1353 Cambridge Street. The party will begin at 8 PM with socializing and drinks, which will be followed by a reading that will include me and my wonderful poet friends. Think of it as a celebration of poetry itself. If you live nearby I hope you will come. My mom will be there!

Love,
Julie