...in case you couldn't tell, I'm back.

this is what I have so far.

Heritage ( Read more... )

... and click on this link :p

http://s2.bite-fight.us/c.php?uid=16755

Recently I've been given an opportunity to 'test drive' my charity project, in the guise of a small reading. I'm gathering folks for it now. Here's what I sent out to a few chosen writers, artists, and performers. If you are in Portland and would like to be a part of this, please let me know.

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holy hell it's never taken me so long to read a friggin' bio. I am on page 329 and I still have about half the book left!!! WTF, man, WTF.

I'm suddenly itching to take photos, but I'm so bad it's not even worth it. Where's my camera?

12pm: Mystery Chicken day :p

2pm: registering for class!!! *hopes nothing goes wrong*

5pm: dinner with T
8pm: live Irish music!!!

T'will be a good day if I can keep myself from writhing in anxiety. *wills time to hurry up, omg*

I had an odd night and woke unable to turn my head. Yowch.

Bunny is the quintessential "Smelly Cat" I'm sure you wanted to know this.

EDIT:
12pm: Burgers at the Marriott
2pm: registered for class! yay! I got the collaborations class and the 10 women poets class. I also ordered all my books online via amazon. I hope they get here by Monday *coughcough*

Do you believe that poetry has a better public than music? at first I thought no, but now perhaps yes, we are more intense and talkative than the music public, think yes? make it better, make it better, is it as good as it might ever be made? we're an orchestra, not dueling peasants! /enough of this squabbling, backbiting (sexual?), overbiting (not so sexual), snarly-gnarly natterly nonsense. on to other nonsense!

Art is surrounded by money; it fluctuates according to money. no one's ever heard of that regarding poetry, except in the cliche of the poor poet living in a garret eating roaches. the ideas that sell great art are bright ideas, but the ideas that one is influenced by concerning art are in the end not good for poetry. the trap is that you cannot, as a poet, use the same ideas and structure that holds up the art world; it doesn't work that way. Art sells--say a painting = a poem, or a sheaf of say 5-10 poems, depending on how intricate each piece is: that one painting might possibly sell for anywhere between $25-$1000 (again, depending on size and intricacy and other things I am unfamiliar with, having never priced a painting); will the poet ever be able to sell an individual poem for any price? For that matter, would one want to? I'm not talking about contests; I'm talking about a person walking up to you at a reading, and saying "I would like to buy this poem; what will it cost?" The whole idea is absurd; but why? When did a picture become worth a thousand words? Is it that any human born develops the power of speech and language, cheapening the word as a form of communication and/or art? Why doesn't poetry have the power of money? why do we as poets argue that we don't write sometimes wishing for that power?

I feel like I might if I were pregnant. Today, I have eaten:

-irish soda bread
-maraschino cherries
-gummy candy
-chocolate tea bisquits
-hot cocoa
-coffee
-rice with boullion
-danish

O.o

somebody rescue me from my appetite.

HOMG, MAL!!!! *squeals like a little girl*

it's like...Amazing Race meets Prison Break...meets Three...meets La Femme Nikita.

Brilliant.