I returned to honolulu last night after a crazy weekend in California for the Los Angeles Times Book Festival. My second book of poems, from unincorporated territory [saina], was a finalist for the LA Times Book Prize, along with the formidable Ed Roberson, Maxine Kumin, Henri Cole, and debut poet Yehoshua November. I've been looking forward to the awards ceremony this past weekend since the finalists were announced in February. The only sad thing about the whole trip is that I missed the Waikiki Spam Jam!
Just being nominated for the prize has been a blessing....
From the "Also Remember" section of the Saturday Review of Literature, June 23, 1951, p. 14. The caption reads: "Due to hundreds of requests the General has added a creative writing course to the curriculum . . ."
Collaborations These works were done collaboratively by the seminar, during class time, written on a yellow pad passed from one person to the next. One class member then created the final versions of the work.
Twitter Poems Poems individually created from a class Twitter feed.
'The Dark Pool,' Janet Cardiff and George Bures Miller (1995). Photo by Cardiff and Miller.
Since I started work as reviews editor in February 2010, the office I share with Writers House director and Jacket2 associate publisher Jessica Lowenthal has been transformed into a library of recently published poetry books and chapbooks. With the help of Jacket2 editorial assistants, including Emily Orrson and Sarah Arkebauer, 500 presses were contacted, more than 4,000 emails were exchanged, and nearly 750 books and chapbooks have been received, catalogued, and shelved. Sometimes it feels like Borges’ Library of Babel in here, and other times, like when the middle bookshelf broke in half and books by poets from Barbara Henning to Erín Moure tumbled onto the floor, it feels more like Richard Brautigan’s constantly expanding library in The Abortion.
California Dreaming: A report back from the Los Angeles Times Book Festival (1)
I returned to honolulu last night after a crazy weekend in California for the Los Angeles Times Book Festival. My second book of poems, from unincorporated territory [saina], was a finalist for the LA Times Book Prize, along with the formidable Ed Roberson, Maxine Kumin, Henri Cole, and debut poet Yehoshua November. I've been looking forward to the awards ceremony this past weekend since the finalists were announced in February. The only sad thing about the whole trip is that I missed the Waikiki Spam Jam!
Just being nominated for the prize has been a blessing....
Command creativity, 1951
From the "Also Remember" section of the Saturday Review of Literature, June 23, 1951, p. 14. The caption reads: "Due to hundreds of requests the General has added a creative writing course to the curriculum . . ."
Experimental writing seminar web site
Eng111, Spring 11 @ UPenn
Experimental Writing Seminar web site / Spring 2011
English 111 / Univeristy of Pennsylvania / Charles Bernstein
Collaborations
These works were done collaboratively by the seminar, during class time, written on a yellow pad passed from one person to the next. One class member then created the final versions of the work.
Twitter Poems
Poems individually created from a class Twitter feed.
Wittgenstein & poetry in Munich
As part of a recent Wittgenstein conference in Munich, Marjorie Perloff organized literary section: pdf of program here.
News about reviews
Since I started work as reviews editor in February 2010, the office I share with Writers House director and Jacket2 associate publisher Jessica Lowenthal has been transformed into a library of recently published poetry books and chapbooks. With the help of Jacket2 editorial assistants, including Emily Orrson and Sarah Arkebauer, 500 presses were contacted, more than 4,000 emails were exchanged, and nearly 750 books and chapbooks have been received, catalogued, and shelved. Sometimes it feels like Borges’ Library of Babel in here, and other times, like when the middle bookshelf broke in half and books by poets from Barbara Henning to Erín Moure tumbled onto the floor, it feels more like Richard Brautigan’s constantly expanding library in The Abortion.