I’ve been a slacker.
It’s been months since my last entry here at MUSE. That’s horrible. I need to get more regular, you know? I’ll get better. Really.
But meantime – an update…
ANY ROAD WILL TAKE YOU THERE, my road trip memoir, has been accepted at Prairie Lights bookstore in Iowa City. I’m thrilled. This is a wonderful, historic bookshop in the middle of the campus city and blocks from the Iowa Writer’s Workshop, the church of literary writing. In June, I’ll be at the Chicago Writers Association booth at Printers Row Lit Fest in Chicago. Nice.
I’m also waiting to hear from publishers on two manuscripts. I won’t talk about it in depth, as not to jinx the whole thing. But – one is a collection of stories about being a lifelong pet owner, and the other is fiction about a young, rock-n-roll radio announcer who loses his way and believes facing his demons on the air in a special New Year’s Even broadcast will get him back in balance.
But enough about me…
Are you a poetry person? It seems to me you either are or are not. If so, why? What’s your favorite line from a poem? Why?
I consider myself a quasi-poet guy. Love Billy Collins, Keat, Dylan Thomas. My favorite at the moment is Colins’ “Love.” Gorgeous.
Tell me about your love of poetry…or your dislike…why?
Until next time…
2 thoughts on “Where the hell have you been?”
Welcome back! I have to admit that I haven't visited your blog in quite some time, having a lapse in my own blogging endeavors until this past month's Writers Digest Poem a Day Challenge, writing 30+ poems in the 30 days of April. I never thought myself a poet, but it was a wonderful experience, and I will do it again next year. Two pieces I hope to rework are poems called “The Whistle” (the story of Emmett Till) and “Eulogy for Jack Kerouac.” I have always enjoyed poetry, it's rhythm and play on words.For it's beautiful imagery, I love this line:When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.- “Daffodils” by William WordsworthFor it's strength in voice, I love this one:Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,Just like hopes springing high,Still I'll rise.- “Still I Rise” by Maya AngelouI adore every line of “A Supermarket in California” by Allen Ginsberg (I, too, am a beat fan!).”What peaches and what penumbras!”Congrats on ANY ROAD WILL TAKE YOU THERE! I enjoyed that read last summer!
Ha! I meant “Elegy” not “Eulogy”.