Wednesday, November 09, 2011

DON'T BUY MY BOOK!

A particular book, anyway, that just came to my attention: EILEEN TABIOS.

After being weirded out by the book's existence, which was mostly "written" by compiling free material about me on the internet, I then took stock of how technology is such that -- but of course! -- aggregators can now deliver results in print book form rather than as websites. Vanity Fair and The New Yorker (among others) come to mind, too, for creating books by simply reprinting in anthology form articles they've already published and gathered under a certain theme.

By the way, I used to seed the internet with false information about moiself. Doesn't that mean this book is not EILEEN TABIOS but AVATAR EILEEN TABIOS? Heh: it wouldn't surprise me if the editor's name is also faux.

Anyway, I looked up the website of the publisher Culp Press and I'm thinking that they need to get together with interior decorators who at times are asked to put books on empty bookshelves for house residents who don't actually read enough to pick out books for themselves. What kind of editorial standard -- besides money -- exists if your "List" is over a million books, comprised mostly of aggregated material?

Blech.

Now, being human, I almost ordered a copy to see how the book formatted/organized its material. But it's $41 and while its existence wouldn't exist without Moi, said Moi ain't getting a single royalty penny. Is that fair?

But, actually, if everyone was a narcissist and ordered one copy of a book entitled by their name, that's hugely profitable, isn't it? A million times $41 is $41 million!

Or if even just half the authors purchased one copy, it'd be $20.5 million!

Wow. The implications continue to boggle the mind!

Yawn. The book ain't dead if it still makes money based on one sale per book. You just gotta figure out the market. Sadly, it ain't Poetry!

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Friday, February 12, 2010

THOUGHTS ABOUT JUDGING POETRY (#11)

Self-publishing has an honored history in poetry -- it's not something to disdain automatically. But is it a paradox for a self-published collection to be entering itself into a poetry prize competition?

As I was saying, self-publishing has an honored history in poetry -- it's not something to disdain automatically. What can undercut a self-published collection's effectiveness, though, is an authorial introduction explaining why the collection is self-published. I've yet to see such a prose exercise avoid coming off as (unnecessarily...and, at times, bathetically) defensive.

*****

There's obviously a logic to a COLLECTED (and some lengthy SELECTED) POEMS inevitably including poems that acknowledge (whether with humor but often more with resignation or bitterness et al) the world's indifference to the poet's avocation.

But I just read a COLLECTED where this type of poem doesn't get any play. Worth nota bene-ing as this resulted, moithinks, from this poet's incredible discipline. Over several decades, this poet consistently adhered to hir position that the poem is not about authorial autobiography (not to say there's anything wrong with that, but this poet chose a different poetics and was able to manifest it completely...and with much intelligence and luminosity). As my son would say,

"Good for you: CONGRATULATIONS!"

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Sunday, February 07, 2010

THOUGHTS ABOUT JUDGING POETRY (#6)

My 8 millionth Peep just backchanneled with some questions about my ongoing process of judging a poetry contest:
1) What kind of criteria might be brought into play when judging a poem or a book of poems? I've never understood judgment to be anything other than purely subjective, in spite of all the theory that surrounds judgment and attempts to ground it.

2) So here's a question for you: what kind of criteria do you use? Is it something "formal"? Is it "the little hairs on the back of my neck go all aquiver?"

3) And here's another: how can you (how can anyone) be sure you're applying the same criteria at 2 pm that you did at 10 am the day before?

4) Finally, does it just come down to "I liked this best"? Which is fine, but is really different than "this **is** the best?"

Let me address the last question first. Of course it comes down to "I liked this best." I believe any contest result should be viewed as "The Winner According to Contest Judge ____" (and this contest's website will depict both winner and judge). But that's why I said (did I already say this?) that any poetry competition result is only as good as the poetry judge. (And I'd posited in my second post in this series that a judge's reading list, especially absent knowing anything else about that judge, might be a good way to understand something about that judge's points of view.) For example, if the judge is someone known for being open only or primarily to a certain group/aesthetic/et al and the winner is someone within that group/aesthetic/et al, then I personally don't give that result much credibility. AND what's hypocritical is if the competition is supposedly open to all poets (who will send in the competition entry fee) from all sorts of poetries.

Note that I say "being open [to]", versus, practicing a certain aesthetic. There are poets who write a certain way who are open to being moved by various poetries that aren't at all like they write -- those can be ideal poetry judges.

By the way, this also means that I suspect -- were I to devote more time to thinking about the matter -- that I would criticize the structure of keeping judges' identities confidential in poetry contests. Because saying a book is No. 1, according to CONTEST NAME instead of CONTEST NAME AS JUDGED BY JUDGE'S NAME, implies some objective standard. I've heard of arguments for keeping judges' names confidential, but the problem is the result is the implication of there having been an objective process; nor can one assess the significance of the winning choice absent knowing anything about the judge's predilections. It'd be like someone believing the choices in the Best American Poetry volumes without contextualizing the choices as the decisions of specific judges (how's about that BEST OF BEST OF AMERICAN POETRY volume, eh?).

As an aside, I just thought of another issue percolating on some blogs recently -- about whether judges of color are more likely to be more receptive or sensitive to authors of color. Well, I'm "of color" and I sincerely can say that I'm not paying attention to authorial biographies as I read through the poetry collections. Having said that, one of my top three favorites from what I've read so far has to do with the African diaspora (though I feel I immediately should say the book attracted me mostly for how the poems were made versus the subject matter). Would this book have surfaced to the reading of someone else not "of color"? I don't know, of course. But I do know that the content/topic of African diaspora, by itself, was not something that made me less (or more) receptive to the poems. Meanwhile, the other top two books are both by (I think) white poets -- one is overtly "political poetry" and the other is lyrical imagism. Go figger.

First question: So, for criteria used to judge poems, it depends on the judge.

Second question: I (deliberately) didn't bring any formal criteria to the judging process. The books with A-rankings do have to set my lovely hairs aquiver, but, you know, my hairs quiver for many reasons. When I read a poem or poetry book, I try not to set its terms for it -- I try to understand the terms on which the poems were created and see if the results are effective, by the standards of its own terms. (The worst criticism is when someone says of a poem, It should have done this, rather than looking at what is actually done.) A quick example might be one that I've been hearing lately about contemporary poems presumably not being sensitized enough to the politics of their times. Well, despite some empathy with that point of view, I'm still not going to lower my regard for a book that's all about, say, birding. I'm going to read those poems about birds and see if they end up not just being for the birds because they -- in that space of experiencing the poems -- move me to care about birds, learn from birds, get off on birds, etc.

Having said that, it is possible -- and, as I go into the judging process, it's looking to be the case -- that I will come up with a group of lovely A-rated poetry collections, each of which will be different from each other. If I like them all, how would I judge what's better than the other? I likely will then pay attention to its underlying (conceptual) terms. If books X, Y, and Z, for instance, are all about birds and I love them all, I might take note that X is about sparrows and Y is about eagles but Z -- that Z! -- is about sparrows, eagles, owls .. and then a hyena! In such a situation, I'm likely to give the award to Z. If I'm coming off as flakey, let me sum up by saying: if all books' quality seem otherwise equal/equivalent, my bias would be to the ones with the most ambition in what it was attempting to do...or be.

Third Question: Before I began this process, this factor actually worried me a little and that's why I always anticipated doing some re-readings of books. But I've been pleasantly surprised to find that as one is forced to choose one top winner from a gazillion poetry books, the bases by which books rise to the surface in my reading (by which it gets an A rating vs a mere checkmark, according to my preliminary look-see) are holding fast. So this question's concern seemed to be more valid in theory than practice -- at least it's coming out that way for me.

Also, I think the context here matters -- I'm judging a group of books for which one would become the sole recipient of a poetry prize, which is not quite the same as assessing a poem/poetry book and getting different reactions at different times of the day or while having different moods et al. The two can overlap but, this factor doesn't seem to be a strong one for purpose of judging a competition.

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Yes, I'm reading tons of poetry books as we speak. But do feel free to send me questions by back-channel. Moi is all about Toi.

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Thursday, February 19, 2009

TOAST-ING JOHN OLSON!

Steven Fama (who, as a non-poet discerning reader of poems is so needed by the poetry world!) offers the world premier of some fabulous prose poems by John Olson. RUN TO HERE to read and snort along with Moi along some hilarious lines like--
Greetings. I just received your considerable missile. And I agree. Your personality has nothing to do with you.

And
In answer to your last question, yes. Check under the counter. You should find the manual there among some old potatoes, apple juice, iron and Neptune.

And
When I was in the mountains, in solitude, I was obliged to be in continual burning of thought as an only resource. That’s when I grew accustomed to the obscurities of my own silly head. And sought means to get it out and down on paper where it might assume light and scope and crumbs of knowledge.

The process of writing these poems is also a very interesting read. And, okay, I confess that the third excerpt above bears special meaning to me. Reading moiself into it, I see exactly the process of Moi living on Galatea and coming to blog at the world....in order for me to be light-headed, you see, I gotta get those "obscurities [out] of my own silly head"!

Know John Olson's poems and ye be blessed, I tell you in a non-silly toast ...

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Tuesday, December 30, 2008

GLOBAL FILIPINO LITERARY AWARDS

Just received an email from Reme Grefalda, editor/publisher of OurOwnVoice for being "the godmother to the Global Filipino Literary Awards" begun in 2003. Well, yes. I don't think most peeps know that this award was originally my idea -- a way to bring attention to Filipino literature. So far, recipients include in poetry (award is also given to novels and non-fiction):
Imago, poetry by Joseph Legaspi (CavanKerry Press)
Miracle Fruit by Aimee Nezhukumatathil (Tupelo Press)
Ghost Wars by Vince Gotera (Final Thursday Press)
My American Kundiman, poetry by Patrick Rosal (Persea Books)
Matadora by Sarah Gambito (Alice James Books)
Trill & Mordent, poetry by Luisa Igloria (WordTech Publications)
Puti / White, poetry by Patria Rivera (Frontenac House)
LOVE GATHERS ALL: The Philippine-Singaporean Anthology of Love Poetry Edited by Alfred A. Yuson, Ramon C. Sunico, Alvin Pang and Aaron Lee (Anvil in the Philippines & Ethos Books in Singapore)

Why am I mentioning this now? Because I'm tired of some of y'all wondering why my books don't get this award. First, OurOwnVoice's editors (and I'm OOV's Contributing Editor for the Arts) are precluded from being considered....and I don't need to get awards for poetry y'all --

Moi's role is to laud poetry, not have Poetry laud me.

Now, stop the petty tsismis, kapischkie? Why not address, instead, the postmodern button-ism of Mima Cabacungan which I address in the new OOV? Let's feed our brains some good food, yah?

And advance HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Mima Cabacungan who will be 101 years old next month! Wow! I wonder if, when I hit 101 years next year, I'll still be writing poetry...

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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

MOI HEART MICHELLE!

This post is for Michelle Bautista who has had moi back in today's electronic age. For example, the few images I post on my blogs have been possible because I send Michelle the jpegs and then she gives me a Blogger link to cutnpaste. I just could not figure out how to upload images...until last night!!!! Michelle -- no more emails requesting blog links!!!!!

So, like, look Mom -- the Chatty One says jumping up and down -- lookit what I did:



Artemis the Huntress may look all zen just perched on the stairwell...but this was taken at night when cats, being nocturnal, is when Artemis and Missy Scarlet conduct their hunting within the house. This being the country, little insect critters often make the bad decision of entering through door cracks or open windows. Well, said critters never last 24 hours after they enter. During my morning strolls through the house, I often have to pick up teeeny leeetle black corpses of various critters... And to give you another image explaining why, here is Artemis' inner nature:



I am a poet's kitty: Hear Me Roar!

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Friday, October 31, 2008

IS YOUR MULE BLUE?

Marc Weber is sending out feelers (which he calls "feelings", making Moi smile) to see if anyone has work that might fit in an issue of Sugar Mule entitled "The Blue Mule." Marc, the editor, welcomes poetry or prose submissions which might fit in "any way you interpret that title"! Send him stuff viz marclweber.com@sugarmule.com. Go ahead and bray...uh, blue-ly!

Also, if you click on the link, there's some pretty nifty prose about mules. Doesn't this one by Charles Darwin remind you of one of the U.S. Presidential candidates?:
"The mule always appears to me a most surprising animal. That a hybrid should possess more reason, memory, obstinacy, social affection, powers of muscular endurance, and length of life, than either of its parents, seems to indicate that
...--Charles Darwin
from The Voyage of the Beagle

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Monday, September 22, 2008

THE INAUGURAL GALATEA'S PUBLISHER AWARDS

I am delighted to announce the inaugural recipients of the GALATEA PUBLISHER AWARD:

No Tell Books

and

Otoliths Books

So what does this award mean? It means I admire these two independent presses for their commitment to poetry and how said commitment has resulted in fabulous poetry books. No Tell Books is published by Reb Livingston and Otoliths by Mark Young. For receiving this HIGH HONOR, they get the prizes of (1) this blog post (yay!) and (2) that their catalogues will be available to reviewers in the next and 11th issue of Galatea Resurrects (GR).

What peeps who don't review for GR don't know is that, usually after each issue, I email a list of books to the reviewers and, as "payment", they can if they wish choose two books from that list. That list includes most books published by my own Meritage Press and whatever spare inventory I have about (including of my own books). Well, many reviewers keep on reviewing for GR and the list doesn't change much. So I decided that for each issue I should include the catalog of a deserving poetry publisher(s) for GR reviewers who've reviewed for more than one GR issue. Hence, No Tell Books and Otoliths -- if a GR reviewer expresses interest in their books, I'll buy it for them. For each issue, I'll choose another poetry publisher(s).

Hopefully, this also will encourage y'all out there to consider reviewing for Galatea Resurrects -- many lovely titles available HERE.

Certainly, such should also facilitate poetry book-buying, always a problematic issue, di ba?

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Friday, November 16, 2007

MOI NOVEMBER SPECIALS

which is to say, these SPECIAL RELEASE SPECIALS for some very SPECIAL BOOKS have deadlines of Nov. 30, 2007. Check out
STAGE PRESENCE, Edited by scholar-musician Theo Gonsalvez

and

PRAU, poems by Jean Vengua

Whatchoo waitin' for?! These books will change your life!

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Thursday, November 08, 2007

AT LEAST THE DOG DIDN'T EAT YOUR HOMEWORK!

Stray lit biz type of stuff.

First, wrapping up the proofing of the forthcoming The Hay(na)ku Anthology, Vol. 2. Amongst other things, the book shows the hay(na)ku to be multi-lingual! Among the languages represented in this volume are English, French, Spanish, Dutch, Vizpo, Drawing, and Photograph.

Secondly, as I wrap up the next issue of Galatea Resurrects, I note that I had hoped to review eight publications for this issue, but only ended up reviewing five. That's about the same percentage of total Received Reviews versus the number of reviews that peeps had contacted me earlier to do. Fortunately, most of these folks say they're not totally bagging a review, but just asking to do it for the March 2008 issue (which is fine). And we still have a BEEG ISSUE coming up!

Having said that, I gotta say -- I'm laughing at one "excuse" one critic gave for the delay in her review. I mean, I'm sure it wasn't funny at the time (or even now?) but she said some driver lost control of her car on the hill above their house, managed to miss the two ditches near their house, caught air when she hit the edge of the property, and landed on their porch. A flying car! Which then necessitated dealing with clean-up, insurance, contractors, et al. A car flew onto her porch. Sounds like a good excuse to Moi!

And the Chatelaine raises a bottle of Sierra Nevada pale ale to toast the screen, doorway into -- if you avoid the B.S. artists -- a quite amusing e-world!

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Thursday, July 19, 2007

DEAR CALIFORNIA,

The more books I sell, the more tax monies I send on over to ease Governor Schwarzenneger's and Mayor Plumpjack's pain. So I worked hard and tried my best to help generate revenues for the state through sales taxes on books I sold. But Fiscal Year 2007 was a bad year, to wit, I was only able to generate sales tax revenues for the polis to the tune of:

2007: $82.00

a sad drop to see from the prior year when I cheerfully doled out:

2006: $254.00

On the other hand, Dear California, I still did better than Fiscal 2005 when I sent you a check for $2.00.

So it could have been worse. The matter at hand, after all, is selling Poetry.

I shall try to do better in the coming year ahead.

Le sigh...

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Tuesday, July 10, 2007

PIZZA POETICS

I've been beset by BIG BURLY MEN and BIG BURLY TRACTORS and BIG BURLY CONRETE TRUCKS since April. I wake up each working day to the music of jackhammers roto-rootering through moi delicate ears. This will be my life for, nota bene, not the initial one-year construction period promised by the hubby. This will be my life for two years.

And the miracle is that I didn't throw a fit.

(Did you believe that? What are you, nutso? Of course I threw a fit...!)

Well, to soothe Moi The Savage Beast, the hubby alerted me today that part of what's being constructed on the MOUNTAIN-WITH-A-BIG-HEADACHE will be a Mugnaini Pizza oven, thus giving Galatea something in common with some purty stellar restos like Chez Panisse.

I grunted at the news.

The hubby tried again -- and we can go HERE for "training"!

And suddenly I am the Happy Martyr. Coz if Moi ass is gonna be jackhammered, Pizza is a good start for recompense. A start, dear Hubby. A start.

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Tuesday, June 26, 2007

RE REVIEWING

There's a tendency among some critics -- and I've done this myself -- to review books in part by paying attention to what the authors say about their works (whether through footnotes, interviews, and other sources not always directly included in the text under review).

As I've said, I've done this myself (e.g. in some articles in my first book, Black Lightning) and so know first-hand what can be the limitations of this approach, even as it can be a viable approach. Part of the limitation occurs when the reviewer seeks to deconstruct the path between the poem (if a poem is being reviewed) and then the texts "about" the poem, It's rarely possible for a third-party to reconstruct fully what happened between authorial intention and the result of the work. Where the critic fails is when s/he automatically concludes that the work, consequently, fails because the dots can't be connected in some adequate fashion.

This would seem particularly important in something like poetry, which often transcends autobiography and/or authorial intention.

The process becomes even more complicated when the author says that there is a multiplicity of inspirations and sources to any one work. Because what the de facto deconstructionist then attempts to do is not just trace any particular source to the poem but also the (inter)relationships among those multiple sources.

And maybe this is a strong argument for looking at the work on its own. Not from seeking to erase the author (which is what has come mostly to mind whenever I've been faced with the issue of how to consider the author when looking at a particular work)....but because the deconstruction of how sources and result rub against each other is not always a source for critical credibility.

The exercise, of course, can be its own art form (and one of my favorite exercises -- hence my predilection for "engagements" vs "reviews"). But that, of course, is a separate -- and equally controversial -- story. Controversial because the fine line separates criticism and appropriation.

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Friday, June 08, 2007

TONGUE BLATHER

Thing is, je ne parle pas Italian so I didn't learn until today that my poems have been translated into Italian. I found out while getting a Translation Commentary from Rebeka Lembo who did the translation. It's a good thing I found out so that I didn't present the translations in moi forthcoming book as just Spanish, which I'm not fluent in either (though with Spanish, unlike with other non-English languages, I don't mind bastardizing it to comply with the fabulous tradition of Pinoys "fish"-ing in Espanol).

I just thought I'd note that since I was sure YOU would want zu wissen.

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Friday, May 25, 2007

DEAR AWARDS GIVER,

Here's the beginning of a letter I just sent out:

Dear ______________,

Thank you very much for your interest. I very much appreciate your interest in my work and the extra effort you've taken to contact me.

I don't submit my poetry books for awards or contests because I don't believe that poetry is a contest. I believe poetry competitions are sometimes a necessary evil in terms of fundraising or promotion or both in a culture that is not particularly receptive to the art of poetry. I am fortunate enough not to depend on either recognition or its awards, monetary or otherwise, even as I do not judge others for participating in this structure since, for some poets, it affects their ability to earn a livelihood. As my good friend Philip Lamantia (bless his heart) once said, and with which I very much agree, "I don't judge how poets earn their money."

I paused in the writing there and sat on moi ass for a while, snorting chuckles at air. Then Philip poked his head through the clouds down at me and called me silly. Well, silly me...and cocktail hour hasn't even started!

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Tuesday, May 15, 2007

BIG BURLY POETICS

Thirteen new oak trees got delivered today. Yah -- I'm implanting green hair on the mountain's bald spots. Someone's gotta do it.

Which also will explain why Galatea Resurrects' next issue will come out next week, not this week as I'd planned. Some of you think I just sit on my hair blathering out over the mountain but, yah, I actually do non-virtual stuff. That delayed our beloved Galatea Resurrects this week because Moi am busy with, and you've heard about them here before,

BIG BURLY MEN

crawling all over the mountain. And this time, they've come with

BIG BURLY TRACTORS

If you didn't know, I started construction last month and look to be in said construction until early next year. What am I constructing? you nosy ones ask?

BIG BURLY RETAINING WALLS

I would post an image on what they'd be holding up, but the hubby won't let me because the neighbors might google and get all terrified. Like, this is still America, ain't it? Can't I construct a rotisserie to match my chicken coop if I wanna?

What was I blathering about again? Oh yeah, Galatea Resurrects will be released next week. And it will also be

BIG AND BURLY

but enchantingly so, not like the Big Burly Man who, after hopping off his Big Burly Tractor, grinned BIG-ly and BURLY-ly at Moi to announce:

               I DIG HOLES.

Ooooh boy. I wonder how often he's proclaimed that. But I laughed and applauded, of course. After all, he's got something not enough poets have. To wit, how many poets go around with a shit-eating grin on their mugs ecstatic because they so LOVE their *job*?

BIG BURLY SHIT-EATING GRIN

Personally, I got one stretching moi naturally crimson lovely lips. Now, it took me years to get here, but I got one. [INSERT BIG BURLY GRIN] You?

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Monday, April 30, 2007

HOW TO GET DONATIONS FOR POETRY

Sigh. Sadly, this is a true story. To wit, I learned that a New York-based member of Oenophiles For Poetry donated money to Marsh Hawk Press for aiding the press' publication of my Fall book. Naturally, I emailed the Peep a blatheringly-gratified "THANK YOU"!

The drunkard replied: "The best way you can thank me is by NOT sending me a copy of your book. Since I moved, I no longer have a fireplace....."

Fighting words, yah? So Moi e-zinged back: "Well, you didn't give enough for me NOT to send you a copy. And given your lack of fireplace, you'll just have to have a custom-made frame made for it and hang it in a prominent place in your loft to uplift your [quite tedious] decor."

To which the drunk riposted again: "I will put that next to some of my favorite books:

Famous Italian War Heros
Famous British Chefs
Famous German Comedians
Eileen's Guide to Etiquette


Nuff said, right? After all, I got his $$. Besides....apparently, I wrote the book on etiquette.

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Wednesday, February 28, 2007

MOI AM HERE TO MAKE YOU PURR

Well, yawn. I'll leave tomorrow to be at AWP through the weekend. Except for my Friday panel (noon to 1:15), I'll mostly be hangin' at the Marsh Hawk Press table in the Book Fair. Now, got an idea here: ATTN. AUTHORS AND PUBLISHERS! Stop by and give me a copy of your book(s) for review purposes in Galatea Resurrects! I'll even take mid-list and other non-recent titles, folks -- because we believe Poetry is forever!

Anyway, while I'll be offline through Sunday, here's something to entertain the rest of moi peeps...or at least Guillermo who echoes my cats' observation that too much attention is being paid to the dawgs.


(Bottom: Artemis; Top: Missy Scarlet)

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