Angel Hair, oh Angel Hair

Delayed the start of my three-night workshop on the New York School of Poetry until next week. Glad I did, because I just found a copy of the Angel Hair Anthology, which is packed with all sorts of stuff I can use for the workshop. It's packed with poetry by Ashbery, Berkson, Fagin, Clark, Denby, Guest, Waldman, Warsh, Padgett, Brainard, and more. Plus a bunch of capsule memoirs that should be particularly useful.

I also found a remaindered copy of All Poets Welcome: The Lower East Side Poetry Scene in the 1960s. I already have a copy, but I'd lost the excellent CD of readings that comes with it.

Going to be a fun workshop. A few spaces still left open!

I also dug up the current issue of Jubilat, one of my favourite American litmags, at Mirvish Books On Art, today. This issue has stuff by Raymond Roussel, Juliana Spahr, Robert Fitterman, and some other pretty interesting people. I think maybe I'll submit some poems to them. Been a long while before I've sent something to the U.S.

On the topic of submissions, Conan at Taddle Creek wrote me that he and his co-ed have reconsidered my poetry submissions, and want to use a poem of mine called "I Open the Lid." I'm glad.

Also picked up the new issue of Rampike, which contains my short story "Bouncing." Proud of that. Nice to be in Rampike again. I mean, Rampike is a real crazy grab bag, but it has so much personality. It has Karl Jirgens' personality.

As I'm putting together this new manuscript of poetry, I should make a push to get pieces into magazines first, so they get that extra life before the book.

Didn't take long for Sam Solecki to reject me for the Jack McClelland Writer in Residence position I applied for. Terse little fucking email. I mean, not that I was expecting to get the gig.

I have CNN on in the background right now. Bad habit to reacquaint myself with. I really want Bush to be impeached, but if it happens, I'll become absolutely readdicted to TV news. Impeach Sam Solecki!

Over and out.