OCD

Week 2, Day 7: Basically caught up + new goal = Sisyphean by Diana Khoi Nguyen

  • Cynthia Cruz's The Glimmering Room [done!]
  • Donald Revell's A Thief of Strings [done!]

  • Donald Revell's Tantivy [done!]
  • Donald Revell's The Bitter Withy[done!]
  • Lynn Xu's Debts and Lessons [done!]
  • African Myths and Tales [only 90 pages left and there's still daylight out]
  • finish taking notes/rereading Yoko Tawada's Where Europe Begins [doneeee]

Am proud to report that it looks like I've read all the books for this week plus caught up on the spillover from last week!

And because I'm no sissy, I proposed the following to JB last night over pork chops, gravy, and brussels sprouts: how's about we watch one Criterion Collection movie at dinner every other night in the month of April (whilst we're in mad-poem-writing-marathon-mode?). I figure, our eyes will be tired of photo-less words, but we could probably manage some subtitles, disturbing/odd/beautiful imagery of CC films! I also think this is ambitious but am enjoying the exhaustion I carry from attempts to culture myself.

In other news, I also plan on reading some version of the bible after all these spring months have passed.

Just when I've checked off an item, the list expands. The best kind of Sisyphean.

Kind of like carrying all your groceries into the apartment in one trip. by Diana Khoi Nguyen

Just posted news of my slated participation for Tupelo's 30/30 in April (National Poetry Month aka NaPoMo, a shortening which really just sounds like a name of a whale in an artsy animated film).

I'm absolutely terrified and super excited, and because I can't not do this, I'm going to prepare/plan/be OCD about it.

Starting in March, I'm going to attempt to succeed at reading 5 books for every week of that month. Even though AWP happens. Even though fellow mass-food-masticator-friend Genevieve visits. Likely, most of these books will be poetry in nature (slimmer volumes, but no less substantial in the richness it will yield in my brain).

My hope is that I'll be able to finally go through more/all of my unread books. And by exposing myself to a gazillion poems, I can hopefully be inspired, collect images/words/ideas with which I can use as a melting pot of poetry fodder. I won't be writing any poems between now and March 31st, but I will be reading and collecting.

This self-imposed project is inspired by Paisley Rekdal's funny account of her trying to do this same task back in 2007. I'm not sure why I think I can succeed, but I'm glad that alarm is broken in my brain.

Also, I haven't blogged in years, so I'm hoping this will get my blog muscles in shape again. Just in time for April.