Poetry Workshop, St. Hilda’s College, Oxford, UK

Self is signed up for this, her first poetry workshop EVER. Sort of excited and nervous at the same time.

Jenny Lewis (fabulous poet, her book is Taking Mesopotamia; met her at Hawthornden) organizes and teaches it together with another fabulous poet, Kate Miller.

3 Spaces Left!

Here are particulars:

DISTANCE AND DEFINITION

Saturday, 28 May 2016
10:30 to 4:30
St. Hilda’s College, Oxford
GBP 50/45

“So much depends, she thought, upon distance: whether people are near us or far from us . . . ” — To the Lighthouse, by Virginia Woolf

Workshop Process: “We’ll explore the perennial dilemma of the observer whose memory also feeds in information about a place or an event: how closely to focus on foreground, what space feels like, how changes in atmosphere and the fall of light heighten the experience of entering and occupying the world presented on the page.”

Workshop Materials: “Bring an example of an over-stuffed poem or notebook in need of a good walk.” (What does this mean? Must be a reference to something uniquely British)

Here’s the link for how to sign up. (Cancellations up to seven days before the event will be fully refunded)

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Best of AWP 2016 (Love L.A.), Part 2

Awesomeness is a book fair.

A few people were saying the latest AWP book fair was too big, too spread out. But self doesn’t see it getting any smaller. And okay, she probably only saw 1/10 of the publishers who were there. But, still, fun times!

Okay, so Chris Hemsworth was NOT actually at the AWP Bookfair in Los Angeles, earlier this month. But, please, why would self ever shy away from including a fabulous hunk of eye candy like Chris? Are you crazes? He was on the cover of Angeleno magazine!

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Best of AWP 2016 (Love L.A.), Part 1

Just look at all this literary goodness!

Self decided to give herself a pick-me-up after reading today’s New York Times. What better way than by reminding herself that — people, America is full of writers/artists/publishers who soldier on, no matter what the odds! And who manage to look like they’re having a great time while they’re at it! Without needing comb-overs!

Simeon Dumdum, Jr.: Haiku

Blue-Breasted Quail

by Simeon Dumdum, Jr.

The Blue-Breasted Quail
Flies from my feet and I see
That I have no shoes.

Poet Simeon Dumdum Jr. has written six books, four of which won the Philippines’ National Book Award. He works as a Regional Trial Court Judge in Cebu City.

And self has been to his house!

Stay tuned.

Quote of the Day 2: Sir Tyrone Guthrie Himself

Self owes so much to the dear fellow, who passed away in 1971.

She learned he was an only child, he used to spend childhood summers right here in Annaghmakerrig (His mother was a grand-daughter of Tyrone Power, Hollywood matinee idol). His paternal great-grandfather was Dr. Thomas Guthrie of Edinburgh.

While rooting around in the bookcase in her unit (Self loves how there is always a different collection of books. She thinks her first time to visit the Tyrone Guthrie Centre, she was in Unit #3. Last year, she was in Unit # 2. This year, she’s in Unit # 1), she discovered:

TOP OF THE LADDER

A Play

by Tyrone Guthrie

The main character is a man. His name is Bertie. He is not much described in the stage notes. Surprisingly, much more time is devoted to the women characters. For instance, this is said about Katie, Bertie’s wife (Excerpt from the stage directions):

Of the women, Katie is the most difficult part because she covers far the widest emotional range. Some of her scenes are rather satirically written, but the actress must be careful to present a brief for, and not against, her character. She must be silly, but an endearing silly, and not an irritating one.

Then there is Mookie, Bertie’s old nurse:

Mookie embodies some such personification of Nursehood as Mother Earth or Dame Nature: her work with scissors and thread is intended to relate her to the Three Fates.

Fascinating, wouldn’t you agree?

Stay tuned.

Future Dublin in The Irish Times

The Irish Times’ Dublin in the Coming Times is a fascinating project which invites Dubliners young and old to submit pieces re-imagining the city.

The first pair of pieces appeared in the paper back in February. Okay, so they were by Actual Famous Writers (Sebastian Barry and the writer known as Dublin Hun).

Another story, by Christine Dwyer Hickey, was published Saturday, 16 April. This is the one is self is reading:

Notes: Dublin is super dystopian. There is a kind of plague rooting in the population. Checkpoints and searches all over the place. A grandmother is desperately trying to save her grand-daughter’s life. Almost the first thing she does is make the girl masquerade as a boy, which go figure:

For weeks her words had shunted into my head, but by the time we reached the river at Chapelizod I remembered only this: I was nine years old, and I was a boy and my name was now Demba.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Other Takes on The Daily Post Photo Challenge “Abstract”

The Daily Post Photo Challenge ABSTRACT brings out all sorts of imagistic ideas and HOLY COW self has been having so much fun looking at other WordPress blogs on the same theme. Here are three that she looked at today that she particularly liked:

Enjoy!

Today: Keep Writing

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Tyrone Guthrie Centre, Annaghmakerrig: It is a beautiful April day!

Bowie: Lyrics, “Life on Mars”

Sailors fighting in the dance-hall
Oh man!
Look at those cavemen go
It’s the freakiest show.

— David Bowie, “Life on Mars”

This is a pretty freakish year.

Just because. First, Bowie and now

Prince

“When Doves Cry” — Aaargh, aaaargh, be still, self’s beating heart!

It’s too much.

Last week, in Heathrow, eating a sandwich and waiting for her flight to Dublin, her ears pricked up as Bowie came over the piped-in sound system: LIFE ON MARS.

What. An. Incredible. Song.

And, like today, SAAAAAAD.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Luck of the Irish

WhiteTulips

Self’s most fervent wish: The luck of the Irish be with her, please, while she is in Annaghmakerrig . . .

This place hasn’t failed her yet. She’s writing like crazes. Something in the air?

One thing good about having a half-broke camera (The lens stopped opening all the way, about two weeks ago) is that self has been exploring the visual capabilities of Photo Booth. And it has been fun.

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The slashes of the half-way open lens of her half-broke camera don’t seem as distracting when she zooms in, somehow.

Robby’s wife gave her these white tulips yesterday.

Well, then. Stay tuned.

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