down for the count
February 27, 2008
Just checking in to say I am sick as heck. My official diagnosis is subacute thyroiditis, which I think I mentioned in a previous post but then quickly deleted. Anyway, the symptoms from this condition, as well as some of the side effects from treating it, have me feeling as bad as I’ve ever felt in my life. It will probably be a few weeks, or more, before I post again.
my work is up at canopic jar
February 10, 2008
Along with the work of:
Danny P. Barbare
A. Igoni Barrett
Brooklyn Copeland
Jeff Crouch & Christopher Woods
JD Heskin
Mary Sue Koeppel
Hannah Leah
Cynthia Ruth Lewis
Rethabile Masilo
Ashok Niyogi
Charles E. Rice
Go check it out here.
squeak!
February 9, 2008
I just found out that two of my poems have been accepted for Blossombones, a new online journal that I am really excited about. Or should I say about which I am really excited?
ineffectual
February 7, 2008
This is how I feel about my writing lately: It is useless, it has no effect. Trying to string words together has been the equivalent of trying to cut a thick piece of paper with a lousy, dull pair of scissors that aren’t even designed for my dominant hand.
Or worse, like trying to open a tin can with my knuckles. Only I’m not even sure what’s in the tin can — what, in fact, I am trying so hard to get at. And I certainly have no idea why I keep trying to get inside the damn thing. Other people have better, more creative tools than I happen to have at my disposal. They can open cans all day long and leave us marveling at the contents. They have endless methods for getting at certain ideas and feelings, and all I can do is stand back and admire their skills.
Ineffectual. It’s the reason I once gave for leaving a man. He’s just too ineffectual. He can’t seem to get anything done. Who knew ineffectual would come back so many years later to bite me on the rear.
This is my blog wherein I, Dana Guthrie Martin, write things and stuff. Most of the time, writing and I hobble along in a sort of three-legged race where there is no finish line. (more...)
Write like me: That’s the secret message of every workshop, isn’t it. — Sam Hamill
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beg, borrow, but don't steal
This work is licensed under Creative Commons. If you don’t credit Dana (by using her full name and preferably by linking back to the appropriate post) for however you copy, distribute, transmit or adapt her words, you are being bad. And naughty. And she will have her servant monkeys hunt you down and cut your hands off so you can never copy, distribute, transmit or adapt anyone’s work again and call it your own.
(Unless, of course, you were to use your butt cheeks to manipulate your keyboard with the copying, distributing, transmitting, adapting and whatnot, but Dana fortunately has only met one person whose butt cheeks are that talented. He could play a major third on a piano using nothing but his ass. She kids you not.).
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i cannot be bought
