I don't think I've mentioned that this Friday I'm leaving for here. No? Didn't think I had. Mostly because I've been mildly dreading it. My aunt's family seems to go at least twice a week and have been begging my parents to go with them forever. Somehow my parents agreed this year. I'm going to tag along.
Look for my posts from Cinderella's castle, updates from the Haunted Mansion, missives from twenty thousand leagues below the sea.
Be ready, someone, please, to launch a commando-style extraction from the Magic Kingdom.
About Me
- Paul
- Paul Guest is the author of four volumes of poetry and a memoir. His debut, The Resurrection of the Body and the Ruin of the World, was awarded the 2002 New Issues Poetry Prize. His second collection, Notes for My Body Double, was awarded the 2006 Prairie Schooner Book Prize. His third collection, My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge, was published by Ecco Press/HarperCollins in 2008. His fourth collection, Because Everything Is Terrible, was published by Diode Editions. His poems have appeared in Harper's, The Paris Review, Poetry, Tin House, The Kenyon Review, and elsewhere. His memoir, One More Theory About Happiness, was published by Ecco in May 2010 and selected for the Barnes & Noble Discover Great New Writers Program. The recipient of a 2011 Guggenheim Fellowship and a 2007 Whiting Writers' Award, Guest lives in Charlottesville, Virginia.
15 comments:
Please Paul . . . buy a pair of Mickey Mouse ears and take a photo for your blog. Additionally, all your readings on fishhouse need to be read with a Donald Duck voice from now on. . .
Don't fret. It IS the "Happiest Place on Earth" after all.
Sadly, there is no 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea ride anymore. They took it out years ago. I miss it. As a kid, I thought it was the coolest ride at WDW.
I heard the stepsisters ran a brothel behind the castle. Surely a good time to be had there! If you're desperate, call, i'm the closest and i have a closet full of super-space gear, ray guns and phasors.
you'll be the cutest poet at disney world!!!
--guess who?
I think, Oliver, there is a better than average chance of such a picture happening.
If so, I hereby swear to post it here on this blog.
*clapping hands with girlish glee*
We knew a commando-style extraction from the magic kingdom wouldn't be easy. The pirates were zombies, and had rabies and scabies. Goofy was hopped up on PCP, you could see it in his eyes: he felt invincible. Even Cinderella was ready with her grappling hooks, jujitsu, and non-fat lattes. But nobody had planned for Mickey, who had a gun, which was now (tomorrow) leveled at my groin.
--Matt G
FYI, never go to Matt's house for dinner, Paul.
I can be a part of said commando team, having trained in unconventional demolitions with Special Forces while I was stationed in Germany.
I am getting my fins and wet suit ready just in case I get the call.
Tom Cruise sucks, but I think the SIU crew has learned enough from Mission Impossible to extract you without a hitch. Can you meet us in an undisclosed neon location? Bring some Vasoline, just in case. By the way, the grads here love your work.
SIU POET
Go on Mission Space and all you're troubles will be gone.
I am an excellent commando. Muscle, muscle.
I am saddened to find that the 20,000 Leagues ride is no more. Seriously. That's criminal. Pirates of the Caribbean, though, that's enough, I guess
No Leagues? I think I knew that. I loved that ride and that movie.
Ack! I've been so busy finding cures and saving children (i.e., writing for St. Jude) that I haven't made concrete Meacham/Paul visit plans. For instance, I'm not sure where Sheri and I will stay. May we stay with you, Paul, or is your family still sore that we trashed the place?
Have fun in Orlando!
*shudder*
I'll say a Novena for you.
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