Friday, January 26, 2007

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Are You Seriously Serious??



None, and I mean NONE, of my students know T.Rex! I know this because I do a sentence review lesson for some writing classes that goes like this:

1. Simple sentence:
I love 70s glam rock.

2. Compound sentence:
I love 70s glam rock, and I love classic punk rock.

3. Complex Sentence:
Because I love 70s glam rock, I own all early Bowie on vinyl.

4. Compound-Complex Sentence:
Because I love 70s glam rock, I own all early Bowie on vinyl, but I have the T.Rex collector's set on CD.

(Teachers: you can borrow that. I know it's awesome.)

SIDENOTE: I asked my class Monday night, "Do you know any 70s glam bands?" and one of my students said, "Uh, Foreigner?"
Oweeeeeee!

So here are some fine examples. Perhaps obvious choices, but the line "Well you're built like a car you've got a hubcap diamond star halo. You're built like a car O yeah," is equally important to me as gems such as "I drive a Rolls Royce 'cause it's good for my voice but you won't fool the children of the revolution no no no"

Consider this a public service announcement.
T. Rex - Life's A Gas (Beat-Club)

Monday, January 22, 2007

Friday, January 19, 2007

Riot Act Reading Series


If you are free, won't you come on down to the Turf Club Sunday at 7:00?

I have the pleasure of joining Laura Brandenburg, John Colburn, and Paul Dickinson for the Riot Act Reading Series festivities of that evening.

Some nights, it is quite acceptable to wear your square dancing getup here. I'm thinking Sunday is one of them.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

One, Two, Three

1. Rain Taxi is having an auction right now! You have until Sunday to bid on some extraordinarily sweet bits of lit.

2. Why hadn't I read Dainis Hazners' (some of) the Adventures of Carlyle, My Imaginary Friend yet? Am I the last person on the planet, or can I recommend it to you? And you'll tell two friends?
Last Saturday night I was home in protest of the below zero, but at 11 pm I cracked. My new poem jones was too. And the need to hold the new books in my hands. I scraped the windshield and warmed the engine, and Hazners' book was one of seven I glutted on at Half Price Books (the only shop open at that hour) and I am so glad to have finally found it.

3. That reminds me, while I was protesting the below zero earlier in the week I caught this PBS special on a Napa Valley art collector named Rene di Rosa who, in his gallery, refuses to label the pieces of art. He says he got fed up going to museums and watching people walk right past the art object to read about it and find out what to think. (It was in that spirit that I chose my seven aforementioned poetry collections, refusing to read the bios and blurbs, and I have never made better choices.)

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Altered Images- Happy Birthday

I tried posting this five hours ago, so if it shows up twice, well, double happy Capricorn extravaganza to all the ladies, especially Kate on her specific especial day.

Friday, January 05, 2007

The Story of How Birds Work

Here is a really nice article by Chris Godsey in MPLS/St. Paul Magazine about my favorite jazz combo on the planet.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

My Gold Bracelets Shall Deflect More than Bullets!



I feel I should post something meaningful and searching here to mark the new year. I have reflected on my priorities and my habits. I have made lists.

And then, ultimately, all I can find a way to share is this: many of my most heart-felt resolutions culminate in the concrete facts that in 2007 I am playing charades on my birthday and going as Wonder Woman for Halloween.

But, you know, the costume with the skirt.