Tuesday, January 25, 2011

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I'm hardly blogging here. I am blogging, sort of, on a private, password protected blog that you'll never see. I'm the only reader. Suppose that makes me some sort of hermit blogbitch. Probably.

I fear that this does not bode well for my upcoming AWP experience. It's all valid, right? No Tell will be sharing a table with Bloof Books at the Book Fair. Come by and visit. There will be non-stop author signings. We'll also be doing an awesome raffle with Cooper Dillon -- the winner will receive ALL of our titles and additional swag. On Saturday Gideon and Chris will be around, helping push the product. Mama needs a new pair of book ends, if you know what I mean, yes, I think you do. On Friday afternoon I'll be doing a panel with the Barrelhouse guys about DC lit mags. And that's it. That's plenty. Actually, it feels like way too much, but I'm committed and you all know how responsible I am. I'm not doing any off-site readings or events. I opted out.

Sadly, I don't know a whole lot about DC itself and haven't been any help to people asking for recommendations on where to hold their own events. I'm sorry for that. I have no idea where the conference hotel is in relation to anything else. I'll GPS it Weds night on my way there. I live and spend all my time in the safety of my suburb, snorting bath salts and walking the strip malls while reading DC-based lit mags. That's how I roll.

In other news, we watched the first two Lord of the Rings movies this weekend with Gideon. At the Battle of Helms Deep, when the elven archers arrived to help, my eyes welled up. I fucking love those elves.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Sunday, January 9, 2011

"Ok, Mrs. Mommy."

'Very Good, Mr. Gideon Morrow."

"Please call me Mist Gideon Morrow--because I'm not married yet."

"Miss is usually used for women."

"I didn't say miss, I said mist."

Saturday, January 1, 2011


Before I went to bed last night I "picked" one card to contemplate for 2011 as I drifted into sleep. I have lots of physical decks of cards -- but I like this site because it has a William Blake deck (I don't own it, it's rare and pricey).

I picked Reversal:

Urizen, the Zoa of Mind, limited by pride and error, radically regenerates himself with this handstand. The soul chooses here to reverse and reinvent itself, rather than be controlled by nature. By contrast with the traditional Hanged Man, Urizen is poised in dynamic balance instead of passive suspension. This is a creative expression and synthesis of Urizen's dualism. The soul is in creative control, even though buffeted by the winds of change and personal challenge. Archetypal psychologist James Hillman has defined the soul's ability to create abnormality, suffering, and illness as pathologizing. Although frightening, it is through affliction that we can reach the gods. This card represents new vision through stress, coming to understand that "every natural effect has a spiritual cause."

Deliberately looking at the situation in a new way or from a different perspective. Brainstorming in a search for solutions. Turning things upside down, and being unconventional. Creative retreat into yourself. Acceptance of losses or reversals. Withstanding a difficult or uncomfortable position.

I didn't dream of poets.

I was at a beautiful house that was newly renovated. Dark painted walls with starbursts or swirls. A family that didn't appreciate what they had were living there, but the house was for sale and I wanted it. It was my dream home, but it seemed like it would cost way more than I could afford. The home was two buildings with a courtyard that I instantly loved. An old man who lived in the home was swimming in a wave pool. Then he was either washed or pulled away. He died. I tried to figure out how I could own this house. There were rooms that I could rent out to boarders although I wasn't sure if I wanted to do that. Maybe I could write more? Or write something that people would want to read and pay for.

I stood in front of a house surrounded by woods. I talked to a woman about my car. I told her it was running well, but it was time for an oil change and 10k check up. She gave me something that I thought was for my car, but she explained it would be for Gideon when he's old enough to have a car of his own. Then I saw my friend with his young daughter. He looked different, like he was in disguise. There were other people and families of differing backgrounds, some snapping pictures. I wondered what my new neighbors would think of all these different people living in the same house. My friend and I discussed all the amusement park rides around us. I said the old-fashioned style reminded me of Kennywood. I told my friend that there was a time when Kennywood was the biggest amusement park in the country and the Thunderbolt was the highest roller coaster. I looked up and saw that they changed the cars on the Thunderbolt. It now looked like an Amtrak train--completely enclosed. The ride didn't even look fun anymore. Too safe.


It was brought to my attention that I neglected to include Charles Jensen in the Reb Livingston Dream Poet Anthology 2010. This was an error on my part. According to my records, I dreamed of him 9 times in 2010 on the following dates:

DECEMBER 30, 2010
NOVEMBER 12, 2010
AUGUST 30, 2010
JULY 28, 2010
JUNE 9, 2010
JUNE 7, 2010
APRIL 30, 2010
APRIL 17, 2010
MARCH 16, 2010

My apologies to Charles Jensen. His omission has been rectified.