This Weekend was Woo.

5 Apr

That's how I felt after the reading. Booyah it was rad.

As Layne has already mentioned, this weekend went smashingly. It was wonderful to get down to  Alabama in some warm weather and share the experience of reading with students from all over. Being a young’un, I especially enjoyed the chance to interact with college seniors, those planning to get an MFA and those making other graduate decisions. Also, I learned a lot about getting a job as a professor, which I thought was pretty complicated and fascinating. Matt (Mullins) spoke about his hiring process and both he and Sean (Lovelace) described their post-graduate careers.

All in all, this trip was awesome. The reading at Gorgas House went really well (I had to pee the whole time). And, the subsequent readings were a blast.

Hopefully we’ll be able to get some video up soon.

But, anyways. For my post today, I firstly wanted to thank everyone who donated and supported us for our trip to Slash Pine Festival. You all will be receiving your good stuff in the mail soon if we don’t see you around campus. Next, I wanted to highlight the Chicklitz Chapbook release reading at VGR here in about 2 weeks.

The reading will be April 15th. Originally, we had hoped to do a dance party after but we decided against it. That night is also the same night as Late Nite Carnival (can’t miss this) and the third GAGA NIGHT at Be Here Now. So, we figure, we’ll go to the reading at 7, then we’ll hit up that carnival for an hour or so, and finally we’ll crash Gaga night in our “born this way” finest.


So yeah, and I thought to end up this post, I’d include a poem. It is the poem I chose to make into my broadside and it is also one of the two that I read in Alabama.

The Party Scene


I Love You

There are so many ways to say this—

this failure of words this lisp or a

whisper, it is thin to me like the slip of a

hand into skirt waist band or a malign force

slithering into the porcelain from our throats.

It is the party scene or

I love you and I am holding your hair

already because I know

what your future holds.

Girl. Stop trash talking because

your words will give you indigestion.

I see you by the statue

of our winged school mascot

and you are laughing with someone else

who should know

that you only shave your legs

every third week

and how, once, I collected fifteen

half empty cans of Coke from your room.

She should know that

these things endeared you to me

and I still wish I’d have kept

that doodle of our professor

you made me on a gum wrapper.

We don’t greet each other anymore.

It is all hellohowareyou,


What? Fine?

Are you really? Because it is December

and -3 degrees.

Now we are warm and inside

our coats hanging on the back of our chairs

like spies or children;

and I think the lights are

too bright in here or

not dim enough for me

to reach out and pretend I couldn’t see that far.

I wanted to touch you

but you were too close.


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