Tuesday, June 01, 2004

 

Mark was in town this weekend, and we saw such pleasurable things as walruses and airbrushed renderings of muscle cars with teeth. We went off to the Four Faced Liar on Sunday and played trivial pursuit with Shafer. All the poetry this weekend was provided by Mark, who just speaks in poetry. I'm working on a new chapbook that will be divided into three sections, and each section will begin with a poem that just happens to be some random thing Mark said. He accused me of dating him only for the inspiration. "I am a font!" he declared. "A font of poetry!"

Going to work this week on getting out some new submissions. Now that I have two (count 'em, two) actual, real-world acceptances under my belt, I feel better about the whole submission game. I also feel, though, that maybe I should leave my poems to set a bit longer before submitting them: the ones getting accepted are also the ones that were oldest at the time I sent them off. They were fully cooled and formed at the time of sending. But, oh, well. Hasn't really been long enough for me to see if the newer poems will garner similar acceptances. We'll wait another month or so and see what my success rate is with those.

At Shafer's invitation, I'll also be hawking copies of Novelty Act at the Frequency Series this next Sunday. Strangely, I am a diffident and shy presence in the legal community, but I'm perfectly prepared to be a schmoozer and marketer extraordinaire among poets. Ha!

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