With the new Monday Journal out with a vengeance (online & print), worth noting that Vlad has something else coming out of note: a second print edition of his late Nineties chapbook Derelict. When Derelict was released, Vlad still lived in Philly, and much of the action in the chap takes place in Philly. Vlad asked me to write a preface for this second edition, and I did.
Monday, May 17, 2021
Sunday, May 16, 2021
Bio Time
My bio in the new Monday Journal is about the quandary which arises for publishing authors over long periods of time. To make a long story short, the quandary is what to leave in and what to leave out. You can emphasize or deemphasize academic or publishing creds, prizes, grants, fellowships, or what have you. Sometimes I get bored these days & just say I'm from Philadelphia.
Tuesday, April 20, 2021
Personal Mythologies II: September 20, 2003: KWH
This mp3 offers the second installment of the Personal Mythologies series at KWH in 2003.
Wednesday, April 14, 2021
This Charming Lab: March 27, 2004: KWH
This mp3 offers the entire This Charming Lab reading, held at Kelly Writers House in 2004.
Sunday, February 21, 2021
English 271: How Does This Sound?
I've put in a good amount of work, consolidating the events that transpired at Loyola U. in Chicago in 2008. All the particulars of the course (English 271, How Does This Sound, Ultramodern Metaphor, 25 East Pearson Street, room 306, Prof. Laura Goldstein) and my involvement in it (Opera Bufa 2.5 days, my lecture on the third day) are now well documented. There are some details as to how the lecture day (June 19) went that are worth relating. The funniest is a quirk of Loyola classrooms, as a ricochet against Opera Bufa. Loyola, of course, is a religious institution. It follows from this that all the classrooms come equipped with a rather large, plasticine Christ-figure, hanging in a lofty position at the back of the room. Room 306 happened to be a downwards-slope model academic room, so that when I lectured, I was gazing upwards at the class of about twenty students. The plasticine Christ appeared to be gazing down at me from a great height. I remember feeling a wry sense of amusement at this circumstance; Opera Bufa is an intermittently racy book, and some of the passages the students wanted me to explicate were racy ones. If Jesus were there, would he have approved?
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