PHILIP LEVINE PRIZE IN POETRY

Prize:  $2,000 and publication by Anhinga Press (Do not send manuscripts here; This prize is administered by California State University at Fresno.  See information below)

Final Judge:  Cornelius Eady

Postmark Deadline:  9/30/2012

Previous Judges:  Denise Duhamel, Brian Turner, Garrett Hongo, Dorianne Laux, C. G. Hanzlicek, Corrinne Clegg Hales, Philip Levine

Previous Winners:  Ariana Nadia Nash, Lory Bedikian, Sarah Wetzel, Shane Seeley, Neil Aitken, Lynn Chandhok, Roxane Beth Johnson, Steve Gehrke, Fleda Brown

About Final Judge Cornelius Eady:  He was born in Rochester, New York and is the author of the poetry collections Hardheaded Weather, nominated for an NAACP Image Award; Victims of the Latest Dance Craze, winner of the Lamont Prize from the Academy of American Poets; The Gathering of My Name, nominated for a Pulitzer Prize in Poetry, and many other books.  With poet Toi Derricote, he is co-founder of Cave Canem, a national organization for African American poetry and poets.

2012 Contest Guidelines:

Manuscript should be original poetry, not previously published in book form, 48- 100 pages, no more than one poem per page.  Include two manuscript title pages:  one with name and contact information, and one with the name of the manuscript ONLY.  Manuscripts are screened and judged anonymously.  Multiple submissions are fine as long as the manuscript is withdrawn immediately upon its acceptance elsewhere.  The entry fee is $25.  Checks should be made out to “Fresno State (Levine Prize).”  Poets can submit more than one manuscript, but each will be considered a separate entry and must be accompanied by the $25 fee.  Online payments can be made via credit or debit card.  Please note, online entry fee is $25 plus an additional $3.38 service charge. (Here’s the link to CSU-Fresno’s contest announcement)

Mail entries to:

Philip Levine Prize in Poetry
Department of English
Mail Stop PB 98
5245 N. Backer Ave.
California State University, Fresno
Fresno, CA 93740 – 8001

Found! At Mountain View Art & Wine Festival Today

It was hot.  Which is to say, it was the perfect weather to be gallivanting around the Mountain View Art & Wine Festival.

Self found a fab pair of shell earrings:

These earrings were made from real nautilus shells!

The vendor was “Anything Found.” He had the most amazing jewelry!

Self asked him if he’d ever been to Negros.  He said no, never.  He said he had been to the Philippines, though not recently.  Self wanted to ask him, why not recently?  But he had another customer who was waiting for him to solder a bracelet.

Here’s what was on the card he handed her:

Anything Found is a collection of handcrafted silver jewelry focused on shells, beach pebbles, sea glass and other found objects.  Each piece is bezel set in sterling silver, and designed by Thomas Tucker.  Enjoy!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Hey, You!

Yes, you!  Dear blog reader!  Whose impeccable taste is affirmed daily when you check in with Kanlaon (i.e., this blog, not the volcano, silly.  The volcano’s on the other side of the world, and self chose it to name her blog after because –  well, because she has a thing for mountains and volcanoes, who knows why.  It’s elemental)

Well, self wants to call dear blog readers’ attention to an excellent interview with Calyx Senior Editor Becky Olson.

It’s on bibliobitch (Way to appropriate the derogatory, oh fab bibliobitch editors!  Hear, hear!), which is the publisher of Bitch Magazine (See above parenthetical remark), and if you want to know how Becky and staff are handling the transition from founder Margarita Donnelly (Self’s Most Awesome Second Mother, after Dearly Beloved Doreen Fernandez) to the current crop of kick-ass women writers, read this now!

Here’s what Calyx did to add to the cultural landscape:

They published The Forbidden Stitch, the first Asian American women’s anthology in the United States.

They published Nobel prizewinner and newly departed poet Wislawa Szymborska, way back in 1980, when she wasn’t even Wislawa Szymborska.

Heck, they even published Barbara Kingsolver when she wasn’t even Barbara Kingsolver!

They published Chitra Divakaruni’s Black Candle, when she was still writing poetry.

They published the Filipino women’s anthology GOING HOME TO A LANDSCAPE!  Which self co-edited with Virginia Cerenio!  (And that volume included:  Shirley Ancheta, Arlene Biala, Michelle Bautista, Conchitina Cruz, Luisa Igloria, Reine Melvin, Maiana Minahal, Angela Narciso Torres, Barbara Jane Reyes, Veronica Montes, Maloy Luakiun, and so many many other women who feared they weren’t “really” writers because they hadn’t any publications yet)

They published self’s first book, Ginseng and Other Tales From Manila!

They published M. Evelina Galang!

Really, where would self be today if not for Calyx?  Puh-lease check out their website and if you can find it in your heart to dig out a little contribution (for the furtherance of women’s art and all future women geniuses) please do so.

Self will leave you with an excerpt from a Szymborska poem:

I believe in the refusal to take part.
I believe in the ruined career.
I believe in the wasted years of work.
I believe in the secret taken to the grave.
These words soar for me beyond all rules
without seeking support from actual
examples.
My faith is strong, blind, and without
foundation.

Beautiful. Challenging. Brave. That’s Calyx.

Stay tuned.

“All the Missing” : PHOEBE, Spring 2012

Self confesses a particular fondness for this piece, which begins:

They’re alive, all of them.

One day they’ll present, alive and well.

They’ll be older, a few might even have their first gray hairs.

They’ll come out of tents, or basements, or caves, or wherever it is they’ve been kept, all these years.

Their names are Ilene, Michaela, Polly, Sandra.

Self should have written about this publication sooner.  But since January she’s been to India, Bacolod, and DC.  Soon, she’ll be in Scotland.

Too many things:  time telescopes, The Ancient One pants, and still the roses manage to survive, even bloom.

In this issue of Phoebe are stories by Toni Mirosevich (“Crackhead”) and Sean Carswell (“Another Beauty”), artwork by Warren Craghead III (His drawings are cryptic, mysterious, playful, wonderful), poetry by E. Marie Bertram, Kyle McCord, Michael Homolka, Nate Pritts and Zach Savich, and nonfiction by George Such.

There are others, many others.  But self hasn’t finished reading their pieces yet.  She will blog about them as soon as she does.

Self will close with a few lines from E. Marie Bertram’s poem:

“from The Vanishing of Camille Claudel

In the famous sepia portrait of me, I’m nineteen — hair disheveled, lace draping
my throat.

It was 1884.

As he developed the image, the photographer — what does it mean to have a name? — made use, in a dark room, of the black fluid secreted by cuttlefish in defense as he translated me from body into ghost.

About the writer:  E. Marie Bertram completed her MFA in poetry, along with a Graduate Certificate in Women, Gender & Sexuality Studies from Washington University in St Louis.  She is the author of eight chapbooks, including The Vanishing of Camille Claudel (forthcoming from Seven Kitchens Press)

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

The Eric D. Snider List of “D” Movies

Self loves it when Eric D. Snider awards a “D” to a movie.  The “D” movies are a lot more fun to read about than the “B” or even “C” movies.

Self writes this because Snider just awarded a new movie a “D” (Well, actually a “D+.”  Self thinks he might actually have awarded a few “F”s.  She promises to research the matter for dear blog readers, for a future post!)

Here are the recent movies graced with Mr. Snider’s most hilarious put-downs:

Act of Valor (D+)

With all due respect to the directors, and even more respect to the SEALS themselves . . .  all the SEAL-ish things that the SEALS do in Act of Valor could have been performed by actors or stuntmen –  and in fact have been performed by actors and stuntmen in countless other military movies.  Remember, we’re not watching real missions here.  We’re watching re-enactments of missions in which the soldiers happen to be played by real soldiers.  In between those action scenes, when the SEALS recite their scripted dialogue, it becomes painfully obvious that . . .  well, that they’re not actors . . .  Making the SEALS do acting themselves . . .  especially when it comes to the maudlin, emotional stuff . . .  is about as disastrous as it would be if you sent a troupe of actors to rescue a kidnapped CIA operative.

Gone (D-):  At last (self thinks), Amanda Seyfried in a true, actual DUD!

Jill (Amanda Seyfried) barges into the (police) precinct, all bug-eyed and panicky, declaring her sister missing.  Even if Jill’s story . . .  is true, there’s no reason to think (Self:  Seyfried’s character was kidnapped before, you see:  it’s all very complicated) that Molly (Seyfried’s sister) is even “missing.”  She’s an adult, after all, and adults do sometimes leave without telling their sisters where they’re going.  I can assure you, if Jill were my sister, she would NEVER know where I am.

The Lucky One (D+)

It’s based on a Nicholas Sparks novel, though you may have surmised that from my use of the phrase “sappy hogwash.”  (If anyone can prevent Efron from climbing out of the teeny-bopper ghetto, it’s this guy.)  Efron plays Logan, a shellshocked Marine in Iraq who sees a discarded photograph lying in some rubble, walks over to pick it up, and is thus saved when a bomb goes off right where he’d been standing . . .  Fortunately for our story, the stranger in the picture happens to be an attractive single woman in Logan’s approximate age group.  This would have been a very different movie indeed if Logan’s life had been saved by a snapshot of a grizzled homeless man, or by a picture of a burrito from a magazine ad.  Logan uses contextual clues to figure out where the photo was taken (the movie spends 11 to 12 seconds on this sleuthing), determines it was a small town in Louisiana, then walks there.  From Colorado.  Why not drive or take a bus?

There is only one “A” Snider awards to a recent movie, and that honor goes to a teen/slasher movie, obviously many cuts above its genre, A Cabin in the Woods (At least, here, Chris Hemsworth plays a person of normal size.  Self finds his exceptionally bulked-up physique when playing Thor almost — repulsive?)

And here are a couple of movies that Mr. Snider graced with a “B+”:

  • Casa de Mi Padre (Spanish)
  • Friends With Kids
  • Jeff, Who Lives at Home
  • The Raid:  Redemption (Indonesian)
  • Silent House
  • Wanderlust

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

First Tuesday Post-Washington: Still Feeling the Love

Speeding through Mitch Albom’s The Five People You Meet in Heaven.  Self finds it very similar in tone and feeling to the other Albom novel self just finished reading:  For One More Day.

The next book on self’s reading list is Jennifer 8. Lee’s The Fortune Cookie Chronicles.

Who knows why self latches on to the books that she does.  She lets her subconscious choose for her, and then, when the year is done, she looks back at all the books she has read and, always, always detects a pattern.  Amaaazing!

Late last night, self landed on Facebook and found she’d been tagged in a comment by Charles Tan.  She clicked on the link and found that her story “The Departure,” which appeared in Philippine Genre Stories, ended up receiving an Honorable Mention for “Best Horror 2011″ by Ellen Datlow.

So wild, especially coming on the day of her return from DC!  After this trip, which was amazingly fun (Washington DC will now be a part of self’s list of favorite cities in the world, the others being New York, Tel Aviv, and Bacolod), self feels like she landed on some planet where she can operate on auto-pilot because everything is good.  Not even the annoying airport encounter with TSA nobody Diogenes Agcaoili and Husband in Scary Meltdown Mode could alter self’s happy mood.

Here’s a quote from the Albom novel, which self thinks she can probably finish reading by the end of today:

All parents damage their children.  It cannot be helped.  Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers.  Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhood completely  into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.

Wow, that is somewhat of a downer of a quote.  In reality, Albom’s book is all about “uplift.”  The father in The Five People You Meet in Heaven (Is this going to be like “A Christmas Carol”?) sounds almost exactly like the father in For One More Day:

The damage done by Eddie’s father was, at the beginning, the damage of neglect.  As an infant, Eddie was rarely held by the man, and as a child, he was mostly grabbed by the arm, less with love than with annoyance.

And now self must stop, so that she can tour her garden and see which sections need the most watering.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Bataan Day/ Discovering a Book List

Bataan Day is tomorrow, April 9.  It is the 70th anniversary of the surrender of combined U.S. and Filipino forces to the Japanese Imperial Army during World War II.

How sad is this day?  The husband’s grandfather, a brigadier general, was one of those who surrendered on the Bataan Peninsula.  He made it as far as Fort Santiago, but disappeared shortly thereafter.  No one knows what befell him.  He was simply gone.  His eldest child, the husband’s father, was 16 years old.

Self was reminded of this very important anniversary by Hyphen Magazine.

Self also discovered this list of novelist Abha Dawesar’s Favorite All-Time Books.  It is a very eclectic list. Self decides to print it out so that she can start reading the books on it.

Towards the bottom of the list, self finds her second collection, Mayor of the Roses.  It follows right after Zack’s second book (after Rolling the R’s), Primetime Apparitions.

Mayor of the Roses, the title story of self’s collection, was published in Hyphen Issue # 6.

The list appeared in Hyphen Issue # 7.  Which must have been some time ago, for now Hyphen‘s current issue is # 24.

Self is tickled pink to be included on a list that begins with:

  • The Symposium, by Plato
  • The Picture of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde
  • Notes From the Underground, by Fyodor Dostoevsky

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Poetry Friday: A Poem in Eunoia Review and Another In The New Yorker’s Feb. 13 & 20, 2012 Double Issue

Self didn’t even know The New Yorker ran a double issue in February.  Must have been because she was so busy recovering from her India trip and packing for Bacolod!  Also in the issue is a short story by Famous Author Michael Chabon.

Self does eventually manage to get through all her back-logged reading.  She may work slowly, but she always gets to where she needs to be, in the end.

Anyhoo, here we are, it is Good Friday.  Self tries to imagine the processions wending through the towns and villages of Negros.  She so wishes she were still there, boo!

One of her last conversations with Zack went something like this:

“Do you think I’ll be all right?”

Zack’s deadpan response:  “Yes.  You’ll be home soon.”

By “Home” he meant:  California.  BWAH HA HA HA!

And self did leave, and she really was all right.  Zack, you are a genius!

Today self is happy:  she planted four gladiolus bulbs, discovered that a bag of bone meal that had been left in the rain for the past six weeks was crawling with smelly white grubs, and began reading above-mentioned double issue of The New Yorker.  She also has coffee ready and waiting for her in the kitchen.

In a jiffy, she’ll have to leave to return Atonement to the library, then mail out three stories.  She also has to get more toner for her HP laser printer.  Tomorrow, self, the husband and possibly Niece G will be going to see the exhibit “The Splendor of India’s Royal Court,” in the Asian Art Museum.  The exhibit’s last day is this Sunday, Easter Sunday.  If the weather holds, it should be a very, very nice weekend.

Without further ado, here is the poem from the Eunoia Review (which self reads pretty regularly).  It’s by Aaron Poller, who is described in the author bio as “an advanced nurse psychotherapist.”  Self will only post the first half; that’s so dear blog readers will be encouraged to check out the review:

ABOUT LATE AUGUST

      by Aaron Poller

I waited on the verge for disaster,
the next thing about to happen. Though

I looked, kept faithful watch, it did
not show. A trick of the imagination,

a mind unhinged, unsteady. That being
said, time folded upon itself, labyrinthine,

modest, having a frank talk with myself:
this week an earthquake, followed

(That’s the first half. Go to Eunoia Review to read the rest!)

* * * * *

And here’s an excerpt from Gerald Stern’s poem in The New Yorker. Self will also not post the entire poem, as she thinks it might be considered infringement of copyright or whatever.

NIETZSCHE

by Gerald Stern

You can say what you want but I love Nietzsche most
when he stood between the terrified horse and the coachman
and intervened though I have pity for his sudden
madness even if he hated pity for he was
human then nor could one word matter anyhow,
and when he went insane, as I understand it,
he suffered from shame and sadness in different cities
for which we have the very late letters his vicious
sister never burned, and though I know
it wasn’t Heine or Emile Zola I thought
it had to be either Gogol or Dostoyevsky
who threw his arms around the bleeding horse;

(Isn’t that magnificent, dear blog readers? Self is so inspired!)

Stay tuned.

An Invitation from The Asian American Literary Review

On Saturday, April 14, 2012, The Asian American Literary Review is hosting a historic event at the National Portrait Gallery in Washington, DC.

Come listen to seven Asian American Writers responding to the seven Asian American Artists.

About the event:

In 2011 the National Portrait Gallery debuted a historic exhibition:  its first to focus on Asian American artists.  To celebrate this landmark, The Asian American Literary Review put together a unique event:

The Edgar P. Richardson Symposium:  Asian American Portraits of Encounter Between Image and Word

Below is an excerpt from the official announcement:

The Asian American Literary Review (AALR) commissioned seven of today’s most exciting Asian American writers to craft literary responses to seven of the exhibition’s portraits.  We hope you’re as excited as we are about what they’ve come up with!

On Saturday, Apr. 14, from 11 a.m. to 4 p.m., come and participate in a new and unique experience when the writers present their original work and discuss, in conversation format, their work and the intersections of Asian American arts and communities.

The Edgar P. Richardson Symposium:  Asian American Portraits of Encounter Between Image and Word is a day-long literary event hosted by The Asian American Literary Review in collaboration with the Smithsonian Asian Pacific American Program.

The featured artists:

  • CYJO
  • Hong Chun Zhang
  • Hye Yeon Nam
  • Shizu Saldamando
  • Roger Shimomura
  • Satomi Shirai
  • Tam Tran

The featured writers:

  • Kazim Ali
  • Garrett Hongo
  • David Henry Hwang
  • Marie Myung-Ok Lee
  • Bao Phi
  • Anna Kazumi Stahl
  • Marianne Villanueva

This event is free and open to the public.  Come for all of the conversations or for any portion!  Spread the word!

Stay tuned.

Quote of the Day: Nelle Engoron on the Latest Episode of “Mad Men”

Good morning.  Self is in dire need of caffeine fix:

Self's first action, every morning: starting some coffee. This is Kenyan from Peet's.

She greets The Ancient One:

Bella is 16 Years Old

Bella was born on Sept. 30, 1995.  If you multiply her age by the number 7, that translates, in “human years,” to 112.  The irony is that she out-lived self’s other beagle, Gracie, who passed away in April 2011.  Gracie was not even 10 (Mourn, mourn, mourn)

But, pardon the digression, dear blog readers.  What triggered this post was a Salon.com review of the most recent episode of Mad Men, “Tea Leaves.”

The author of the review is a name new to self:  Nelle Engoron.  According to her bio, she is “a freelance writer, Open Salon blogger, and the author of Mad Men Unmasked:  Decoding Season 4.”

In today’s Salon.com, she writes:

. . .  life is like waiting all night in a crowded concrete hallway thinking you’re about to meet the Rolling Stones, only to find out that you’ve signed a deal with the Trade Winds instead.

All youthful dreams die, and adult life is the long, slow accommodation to the way things actually are versus the way we not only hoped but believed they’d be (As Henry puts it later in a more hopeful context, “This is what it could be, but it’s not gonna be.”)

But self begs to differ with Engoron.  Sometimes, youthful dreams do bear fruit.  Exhibit A:  Self’s life, in the past year or so.  In the meantime, self has hopes –  some very high hopes –  for her 15-page pig-story-of-the-apocalypse, “Thing.”

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

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