I went to the Warhol exhibit at the Frist museum in Nashville today. Appropriate to Nashville, the exhibit focuses on Warhol’s involvement with music, his prints of Dolly Parton, Liza Minnelli, Debbie Harry, etc. It also featured memorabilia from Studio 54, album covers he designed, snapshots of himself with famous singers. I’d seen a lot Read More …
I notice that when poets talk about writing that we qualify: I love that book, well, most of it, there are about five poems that don’t work. Or: that was a terrifc book, the ordering could have used some work, but overall I really enjoyed it. It seems like we equate loving something with an endorsement of Read More …
I was just at a wonderful conference where the main focus was Appalachian writing or being an Appalachian writer. This is a label that I’ve never felt or claimed. I feel like my whole life growing up in West Virginia was leading up to my big exit, poem by poem I was planning my escape. Read More …
I’ve been thinking a lot about our need to be a part of groups and our need to have autonomy outside of groups. Is it just our nature to start identifying characteristics that we have in common with one another in order to feel a sense of community, a sense that we are doing “it” Read More …
Sometimes I have the little kid impulse to buy action figures. I mostly resist it, but, the other day, I saw this action figure and had to have it. A few years ago, I bought this one: I used to see this one in Forbidden Planet when I lived in NYC and never bought it. Read More …
I had to put Alice Neel in her crate because she was being whiny: she wanted to nap but expected me to stop moving around the apartment. She’s not able to be in one room with me in the other. But I did manage to snap a few photos of her today for anyone who Read More …
This year I stumbled on this over-priced magazine while wandering around Barnes and Noble. It cost $20 and comes out four times a year. I splurged and bougt it, and now I love it. I wish I were a visual artist. I think that is what it all comes down to. But I’m not. Or Read More …
