Went to the New Yinzer event last night to see Renee read her poetry. That lady…she never ceases to amaze me. I hope she is reading this: you blew me away, you wonderful darling you.
I had tears in my eyes watching her read, to think how I’ve witnessed her work growing over the years. And it has been years, how strange to think.
Also listened to Brendan Kerr read some fiction–my goodness can that fellow write. A perfect mix of detail and humor; I really enjoyed his work. I didn’t stay for the band–this I’m known to do when rolling solo to an event. I came, expecting to be inspired–once I received that, I was ready for the long walk home.
The book release is a week away, the 27th birthday in 9 days. Between those two things, I’m reading to the 8th and 9th grade at a high school in Homestead. On August 20th, I am featuring at The New Yinzer reading–it looks like an all female bill, which is always amazing. Between then and now, I have plans for the studio, the anthology–I am tripping all over myself because now I have 2 bios to write(I’m seriously used to just saying “For More About Me, Please Listen To the Following Songs,” and then listing the appropriate melodies). I know that this is a good excerise, but it’s so strange to meditate on the self in this light–describe enough of who you are, with a bit of your accomplishments, tied up with how you might (slightly) define the writing.
Our downstairs neighbor had their Jack Russell in the hallway between front door and back door–his name is Peanut. Peanut managed to squeeze through our door and come upstairs. Poor Abacus. She took off immediately, but you could almost hear the curiosity overcoming the fear–she came creeping around into the living room, behind the dog. I had to chase the dog up to the third floor, into my bedroom and receive the Abacus hand off from my roommate. She escorted Peanut to his proper home. Everyone’s fine, but boy was that a moment.
Speaking of peanuts, I guess my niece Maddie is allergic to them. My sister had to take her to the ER after a horrible reaction, which I’m sure was all kinds of scary. She’s okay though, and that’s the important thing.
Just around the corner, a three day weekend. The weather is warming up as well, finally. Day after day of rain, a certain eroding of mind while at my desk–every glance stolen to the windows revealed another storm, coming or going or both. I’m ready for a break from that.
May 23rd, 2008 at 9:31 am
i feel the same way when i hear you read, lady. no one else inspires me as fiercely as you do, and it has likewise been wonderful to hear your work grow too. i guess our poems are sisters that way, huh?