NaPoWriMo - SF - Poetry Readings
I'm baaaaaaaaack. From a long weekend in San Francisco (travel notes below). But first, back with renewed vigor and less despair to NaPoWriMo. I'm about a week behind so here are two poems of the day for today. If I don't catch up by the 30th, I will write all the missing poems on that day. I may rev up the contest again, but not right at the mo. Also a link to a post at the bottom that you must read.
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Other NaPoWriMo Links:
Will Brown Online
A Page of Woe Absolved
Perfect Lines
The Booth of Our Conniving
Bloof Blog
jump(s) the track(s)
Slim Windows
Book of Kells
Glamor Levels Hi
Homeschooled by a Cackling Jackal
fringe matters.
Laurel Snyder
Ivy is Here
water veiled
Womb Poetry
Bernadette Geyer
Readwritepoem
Carter's Little Pill
Watermark
Bee's Hovel
The Polka Dot Witch
Chicks Dig Poetry
The Package Insert of Sorrows
Carrie Etter
Dreamspot Dot Dot
Big Window
a wrung sponge
Blogging Poet
Heaven
Shann Palmer says
Stick Poet Super Hero
Versatile
Freak Machine Press
Mark Lamoureux
No Starting Point
Dragonfly on a Dog Chain
This is Not Made Up
Hyacinth Girls
For the Time Being
32 Poems
words intended as poetry
Forest River Journal
Lectitans
Carmen Gimenez Smith
Eric's Writing Corner
Possum
Beloved Dreamer
djkreutzer
August Avenue
freefalling me
GottaBook
A Window Within Myself
wjsullivan.net
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A confession. Until this weekend, I had never set foot in San Francisco, or the State of California. We stayed in the Mission district (24th Street and Florida Street). And it was everything I like in a city: diverse, different, walkable, lots of local food, minimal chainstores of any sort, and bookstores. And spent most of the weekend in the Mission District, which was fine by me. Highlights of the weekend, in no particular order:
some stunning dance pieces at ODC
The church (in the Mission district) and cemetery where Scottie first meets Madeleine Elster. (in Vertigo)
A Steller's jay in the backyard (I'm pretty sure).
Some San Francisco conversations:
Entering Golden Gate Park
Dude: You looking for some weed?
Me: um, no.
(pause) Dude: You know that's a pretty typical question around here, right?
Me: um, yup. thanks.
Leaving Golden Gate Park
Different Dude: You look like George Lucas.
Me. Thanks. But I'm not. Probably.
At a club (as recounted)
Dude in pink shirt: Sometimes I curse like a maestro.
Much smarter young woman: I'm not sure I know what you mean by that.
Dude i.p.s.(dismissively): It's an analogy.
M.S.Y.W.: No, it's a simile. Maybe you need to take an SAT prep course. Or something.
Most interesting Streetfood:
A hot dog, wrapped in bacon, fried, then put on a bun, topped with a pile of lightly sauteed onion and green peppers, and then further topped with 3/4 of a cup of pickled jalapenos!
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Check out this post over at Mark Wallace's blog. It's on poetry readings, and it's wonderful. We here often make fun of poetry readings, as well as poetry, poets, and poems (we kid because we care) but I couldn't agree more with what Mr. Wallace says here.
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