The fact that it’s poetry month again didn’t really register with me immediately, what with everything else going on. It’s not a luxury though and I’ve often insisted on the importance of a world where poetry, art, music, dance, JOY not only exist but flourish whatever else is going on. As a poet, it’s part of my responsibility to do what I can to help manifest that vision.
I think I’ll be having a reading soon– details are still being worked out– and in preparation, I went back over some of my work to see what I have to share with folks now. Re-reading self-driving, I’m really into the work there and it’s gotten wildly eery in light of the pandemic and current global circumstances. Some earlier versions of poems from self-driving are available here at the Brooklyn Rail. Anytime anyone wants to publish the whole book, just hit me up. I’ll keep on tweaking and editing it until it finds a forever home.
The last 6 weeks have really been Tuesday as fuck though. For real.
A lot of what I wrote is in response to Dustin Yellin‘s work. The 2-D images in no way capture the objects’ intricacy and magic. It was a joy to interact with them in person, I even got a lot of the language I used from the back of the cutouts in his pieces.
This Library Journal thing happened, which is very cool. We’ve been named Movers & Shakers for 2012. They shouted out Mandy, Michael & I but obviously, the library is the glorious manifestation of the hard work of everyone who’s helped build The People’s Library and kept it going through the winter. Mad props to everybody who ever helped out. And thank you, Library Journal for noticing.
Also, it’s National Poetry Month. I’ve got a few poems out in this month’s Brooklyn Rail.