the question isn’t are you willing to wear a white poetry bikini then wade into cold, cold water. it’s why *aren’t* you willing to do so.
November 18, 2008
When: Noon, Saturday, Dec. 13, 2008
Where: Green Lake Bath House, Seattle, Washington
We’ve all seen poetry. We’ve seen bikinis. We’ve seen cold water. But have we seen all three in one place? I don’t think so.
A group of brave souls in white poetry-printed bikinis will take the plunge for poetry this December in an event like no other. A.K. Allin, the mastermind behind this chilling event, is looking for 25 hardy individuals to join her. She also needs happy, warm, non-bikini volunteers to bear witness, to hand out towels and to take pictures.
And! She needs some polar bear poetry written just for the occasion — so get to work and produce something “suitable.”
If you have a derriere (and my guess is you do), a poem or a thermos of cocoa to contribute, Allin asks you to contact her at mimiallin at gmail dot com.
I’m only able to catch the very beginning of this event, since I have a planning meeting for Home Alive that day, but I will be there as long as I can be. Whether I’ll be there in a bikini is another story. I haven’t decided yet. I do know I don’t look particularly good in white. It might be a public service for me to remain fully clothed and on the sidelines. (But no worries. I promise to at least stick my toes in the water.)
festival of the trees
November 1, 2008
(Click on the excerpt to read the entire piece.)
matthew hittinger talks about why he writes
October 25, 2008
(Click on the excerpt to read the entire piece at Dustin Brookshire’s blog. Also, all I could utter after reading that excerpted paragraph was: “Yes, yes, yes!”)
jo hemmant’s ‘plus-sized’
October 24, 2008
(Click on the excerpt to read the entire piece.)
rebecca loudon talks about cadaver dogs
October 24, 2008
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from ‘negatives’ by nathan moore
October 21, 2008
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jo on blog action day
October 15, 2008
We are sitting outside a coffee house with iced drinks when she arrives, spills herself over the next table, carrier bags of possessions — a cracked paper cup, sheets of cellophane, all colourless I notice while she roots for something, tablets, asks in accented English for a glass of water and the waitress scowling disappears.
So many layers, surely she will overheat? Two hats and a hood as an aura.
mccain and dementia
October 10, 2008
Kate Evans used my words in her first draft of a poem that she’s shared over at Quarrel. Her draft is really great. And Quarrel is an interesting site. You should check it out. Here’s how the site authors describe it:
Quarrel is a blog where five poets will share work from the very first rough draft and take you through their revision process to the polished poem. The crazy poets joining together on this adventure are none other than some proud homo’s: Dustin Brookshire, Kate Evans, Christopher Hennessy, and Charles Jensen. In an effort not to be too gay they have picked up a token straight poet, Genevieve Lyons.
reginald shepherd on writing
September 24, 2008
on the run
September 20, 2008
tell where her body stopped and mine
started. Once I fought to be sure I was
heard. But now, now I pull on my shoes,
tuck a key into the tiny pocket
on my water bottle, and take
to the streets. I’ll just run
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...)
In poetry, I don’t have to be an old fat white guy. I can be anyone I want. — Sam Hamill
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(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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