Christmas here was fun. The typical bustle we generate. Kids to-ing and fro-ing. Cats. The rest of us. I sat around gabbing with everybody, tapping away at the memoir while a ham drizzled with bourbon glaze baked in the oven. Which was also fun. I'm up to 85 pages or so now.
The whole process is interesting. Notes on pages, explanations of process. Like the Whiting, it's nothing I ever expected.
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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.
2 comments:
Now that was cruel and unusual.
My heart goes out to that cat, ya know. He had to know y'all were looking at him, but not letting him in.
I think y'all are in for some KatKarma and a wee bit of revenge, yep.
Happy Boxing Day.
love,
cat
Today was fun, a happenstance where you're all "more like that, please" to the dangerous, dangerous Cosmos we spoke of.
In short, '<3' and 'twee!', etc.
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