Awareness is a strange word. Awareness is easy point-and-click. It can go viral. We need to remind ourselves to be conscious of important issues and informed of what we might otherwise never know or notice. But when the awareness campaign ends, when the Internet virus clears, when does action begin?Read More
I was so excited to read and review Iron Moon, translated by Eleanor Goodman for Doug Holder's Boston are small press & Poetry scene blog. Reviewing poetry translation is so fascinating to me because you dig through so many layers of art and craftship. Sometimes poetry translations fall flat, but this book sings. Top shelf. The poems will stay with me.
The “iron” in Iron Moon is an image that fuses itself coldly and frequently. It is the ear splitting sounds of cutting gears and kinetic friction. Other times, iron is a metal deeply unheard, “Covered by twilight the huge cooling chunk of iron/gives off a darkening silence.” (Alu, “An Elegy for C”) Iron is an all-consuming crude symbol of broken dreams; the ethos of metal and machinery that is a heavy hit on one’s intelligence and artistry.
I am so honored and excited to have a poem included in Richard Howe's new book: History as It Happens: Citizen Bloggers in Lowell, Mass.
Editor Paul Marion writes:
"Join the crowd this Saturday, August 5, 11.30 a.m. to 1.30 p.m., for the official launch of the big blog book that is about to sweep through Lowell. Ten years of the best of the RichardHowe.com blog. 40 contributors. Words and pictures. Special $10 price for launch day (regular $20 retail price). A little bit of food and cold drinks also for the celebration. Three years in the making for this book. Where: Lowell Telecommunications Corp., Market Mills, 246 Market St. Free parking in the National Park lot off Dutton St.
And don't forget the Lowell Walks program just before, beginning at 10 a.m., starting in same location. The topic is "Northern Canal Urban Renewal and Lowell High" with Chris Hayes and Aurora Erickson. Finish the walking tour with a book party."
I will be there. Join me!
I forgot about Lady Purple. Well, not the lady, but the purple part. It’s been a year since I’ve rented out one of her apartments. But here I am, unpacking my things—another writing getaway in Provincetown, another purple landing pad.Read More