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Ruin Value: août 2011

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Lundi 15 août 2011. Which was really fast. Other novels I have loved in my adult life: The Brothers Karamazov. Everyday. I read the Stephen King novels every night and wanted to be a postapocalyptic gunslinger who found himself in a Browning poem. Now, I read George R. R. Martin and Jim Butcher, Kelly Link and Margaret Atwood. Stuff that's speculative and engaging. As a writing teacher, I teach that to write, one must be a hungry reader. Surprise! Inscription à : Articles (Atom). Prick of the Spindle.

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Ruin Value: Redemptive Sacrifice and Spoilers.

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Jeudi 19 mai 2011. Redemptive Sacrifice and Spoilers. Lately, everything I watch or read ends in a redemptive sacrifice. After becoming enchanted by the character of Doyle in Angel. My wife and I finished marathoning Buffy. That ended with, spoiler alert, Kitty Pryde phasing herself into a gigantic missile to save Earth but doom herself to death or worse. At least in that situation, I have the comfort in knowing that in comics, no one really dies. These instances come after I planned a screenplay that en...

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Ruin Value: Syllabus of Errors

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Lundi 15 août 2011. Which was really fast. Other novels I have loved in my adult life: The Brothers Karamazov. Everyday. I read the Stephen King novels every night and wanted to be a postapocalyptic gunslinger who found himself in a Browning poem. Now, I read George R. R. Martin and Jim Butcher, Kelly Link and Margaret Atwood. Stuff that's speculative and engaging. As a writing teacher, I teach that to write, one must be a hungry reader. Surprise! Inscription à : Publier les commentaires (Atom).

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Ruin Value: février 2008

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Vendredi 15 février 2008. Today I watched a film called Éloge du chiac. Cultures evolve, and one cannot fault another for learning the language of the land in order to feed his or her family. But nevertheless, the Acadians qui parle chiac can teach the Cajuns something about dynamism. There is a code-switching that demonstrates that the culture is ready to play ball, but will not forget the intensity of the heritage experience, the secret language of the initiated. Libellés : Acadian Identity. This after...

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Ruin Value: septembre 2009

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Vendredi 25 septembre 2009. A Few Publications and a Performative. A little updating. The most recent issue of Prick of the Spindle. Includes two of my poems and a host of edgy, poignant stuff. The poem that mentions Tunguska is a poem that I've revised substantially every two years for about six years. The other one is about the razed St. Thomas housing projects in New Orleans that is now a particularly useless Walmart. Also, a poem of mine will be forthcoming in The Colorado Review. Dimanche 20 septemb...

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Ruin Value: avril 2008

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Mardi 29 avril 2008. As promised, here are some videos from Saturday night's reading. This first one is of me performing "Offshore.". This second video is two poems: "Canto Incorruptible" (performed in French) and "New Orleans" (which is the final show-stopper, in English, and begins at about 2:19). Both videos were shot by Lee Thompson. Lundi 28 avril 2008. My Fulbright stay in Moncton has formally ended. And the Frye Festival was the perfect way to do it. Lundi 21 avril 2008. I am looking forward to me...

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Ruin Value: Kingdom of Madness

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Vendredi 20 mai 2011. I just clicked on my computer to discover sad news: Randy "Mach Man" Savage is dead. He died from a car accident, having had a heart attack then losing control of his car. His wife, Lynn, had minor injuries. From all reports, he was happy, having just celebrated his one year anniversary with his wife. Inscription à : Publier les commentaires (Atom). Poet, Lecturer in Cornell's English Department. Afficher mon profil complet. Une erreur est survenue dans ce gadget.

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Ruin Value: juin 2009

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Vendredi 12 juin 2009. Alright, so now it is time to get a summer schedule started. I begin intern/teaching not this Monday but next. It will be The Moviegoer. Not No Place, Louisiana. Due to difficulties locating enough copies. I think a reissued edition will come out next year, which you can buy then. It is really an amazing, troubling, and quiet novel. Luckily, so is The Moviegoer. And may be more relevant to the course title ("Natives and Strangers") due to the strangeness of being a native.

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Ruin Value: janvier 2009

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Samedi 17 janvier 2009. Welcome (back) to the now. Ok, I've been totally lame and not updated since September. I could say I was busy, which is true. But lazy is probably more accurate. This does not mean that I'll quit rambling about ruination. But I can probably throw a few non-academic things around, occasionally. Semester starts this week and will be taking Erotics of Visuality, which is about portrayals of desire and sex in film, I guess. Workshop and poetry reading. Etc. Afficher mon profil complet.

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Ruin Value: mars 2008

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Dimanche 23 mars 2008. Among other things, last night, I picked up a hitch-hiker at three in the morning. Before you get hysterical, let me explain. Naturally, I looked away. Living in cities, you find this action easy, if a little embarrassing. Normally, I'd have waved her off. But she was frantic and young. I rolled down my window. "Can you please take me home? I opened the door. I said, "My fiancée's going to kill me.". Often I see accidents or people with car trouble, and the most I do is feel guilty...