I'm reading tomorrow night, along with poet Megan Volpert, at the Georgia Center for the Book. Be there by 7:15 p.m. when the fun begins. I read there last fall with Thomas Lux and won't repeat a single poem. Or I'll try not. Definitely some new work.
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I've been absorbed with finishing the memoir. In the last week or so, I've added approximately 10,000 words to the book. The end is near, not exactly mirage-like. But the middle is. What to say about those dull, largely forgettable late teen age years? Dunno. Must figure all that out. Later, rewrite everything.
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I have 6 weeks.
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I want it to matter.
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See you tomorrow night?
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.
5 comments:
Quiet 11 automm light was broked by yr poem. Niagara of beatytragedy as lady di. Tragedy is so democratic. U r so talented. Do. Not know what i envy the most. Things r heimlich or unheimlich. U will like that freud word.thesis . Nice sunday.
Black holes and their dark gulping
remind me of the swallowing
of two kinds of mouths:
the butterfly-helio womb and
mouth moving time.
Astral, physical,
it's all the same
rejoicing and digesting.
Don't forget the universe
is waiting for your slide
across the milky way.
We are waiting
for your voice
to swallow up dark places
and leave us just a star.
It will matter. It already does.
I find I am quite taken with your blog
Linda
hi...read ur poem One More Theory About Happiness over at poets and writers and it is just brilliant. "That it is better to have no arms than four legs" sort of hits me in the eye.
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