August 14, 2006

Shackin' Up & Shippin' Out

You can find me at the No Tell Motel all week long...you know those beds that vibrate for 10 minutes when you insert a quarter? Yep.

I'm a little bit frantic readying my life to be abandoned for six weeks, but I am happy to welcome two new books into the world: THE STEAM SEQUENCE, by Carly Sachs (Washington Writers Publishing House), and ORGANIC FURNITURE CELLAR by Jessica Smith (Outside Voices). I'll have more to say soon enough, but for now go check out Ron Silliman's blog, where he champions Jessica's vision.

7 comments:

Don said...

I really enjoyed the Allergy Girl poem, especially the bits about the marriage's "bleary silence in white rooms" and the wrecking ball. I think maybe I could use some of the techniques you use in this poem for my autobiographical works (merging of surreal and confessional).

Sam of the ten thousand things said...

I enjoyed your poem at NTM. Wonderful music in this: “working the mechanical claw right, left, right, back, / aiming for the stuffed bear, missing. A clutch // of cheesecake.” The leap from stanza two to three is just right, and prepares the reader for the force of the “wrecking ball” at the end. Especially liked “bleary silence in white rooms”.

And thanks for pointing the direction to Silliman's take on Smith's work. I'll have to read her book.

Sandra said...

Thanks for the good feedback on Allergy Girl...right now these poems are anchoring the first section of my book MS. I'm on the fence as to whether to move forward with a revision de-emphasizing childhood narrative. So it's good for me to be reminded that these do have craft and value. = )

Valerie Loveland said...

I'm really liking your Allergy Girl poems at No Tell--especially I and VIII.

Sandra said...

Thanks Valerie...not to break the fourth wall, there's no better way to snag an ex boyfriend's attention than to quote him in your poem. = )

Valerie Loveland said...
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Valerie Loveland said...

Haha, I hate to admit I am also guilty of using that poetic device.