A few weeks ago, Matthew & I were walking down Willy St., and I mentioned that I couldn't wait until we lived in a big enough house to hold a masquerade ball. Of course, the house I envisioned was really a castle, and the time period was really a few decades ago (at least), BUT. Shortly thereafter I received an email from a friend informing me of a Masquerade at High Noon Saloon.
Though very much not our typical scene (by which I mean not our house or the library? as though we have a scene?), we had a pretty great time, particularly putting our masks together before the ball and having a pre-ball drink with friends.
Of course, as soon as we got there, I realized my camera batteries were dead. So, no pictures. I was a peacock & Matthew wore a mask and a tie & cardigan so that he looked like he'd just stepped out of a Meatyard photo. People were seriously disturbed. It was pretty wonderful.
(Wait! Look! We had our picture taken there & the guy sent it to us! Not the best picture-- Matthew was much creepier than he seems here.)
A friend was listening to this a while ago, and I asked what it was, and I am beyond smitten.
Also, I heard that Fiona Apple will release a new album this year and was reminded that her last album was released in 2005. I very distinctly remember bringing a discman to school with me that day so I could stop at Exclusive Company on State Street and buy it before class and listen to it all day long... Was 2005 really that long ago?
balance trying to be too many people. Now, I
feel a bit like this ewe.
bad for her at the time-- it was February and cold-- but she seemed to know it meant
spring was coming. Just shear me already! I'm trying to
handle things with as much grace.
& Carter are both back in school as of last week, and I am not. (Deep
breath.) In fall, that was fine, enjoyable, even. I could walk
around, and I was meeting new people, and things were happening. Now,
it’s snowy AND rainy. There are puddles and ice and snowbanks and no
people. I need a project. Something to do with a deadline.
nights ago, I dreamt that Matthew & I were in San Francisco (I’ve never
been), and we walked beneath an arch of vines with huge clusters of
cartoon-purple grapes dangling above us. When I pointed them out to
Matthew, he told me I could eat them. Then, as we continued walking and eating our
grapes, we happened upon a whole street of pear trees with
equally-upsettingly-gorgeous pears. We ate those, too.
person is so much easier with sunshine. I would rather.
Well, I came here out of guilt, thinking I hadn't written anything for a week or two, but, alas, it has only been 3 days.
My contributor copies of Cimarron Review came yesterday in a glut of post-MLK Jr. Day mail. I had a stack of junk mail that was 1/2 foot high. Stupid junk & wasted paper. Boo! But I digress. Read Cimarron Review and you will see my poem, "Itch." I'd put a link to the site, but the new issue isn't up yet. So. There's that.
In other news: "Chateaubriand" and "Nothing to Undo" (and my interview) should go up on the Kenyon Review website today. There's that, too.
And, unrelated, I've started to continue reading Jude. I also started watching Daniel Derronda on Netflix while cooking & cleaning. After the first episode, I considered stopping the video to read the book, but I am in love with Romola Gaira (Emma in Emma) (and wow, her fans scare me a little). So, now I'll have to cook & clean a lot so I have an excuse to continue watching it.
Well, I've given it 230 out of 330ish pages, but I quite frankly could care less about what happens to Moll Flanders. Wait. I know what will happen to Moll Flanders-- she will die. But I could care less about how Moll Flanders dies or what happens to her until she does. So, I'm reshelving it and pulling out Jude the Obscure. I think I'm ready for perspective and tragedy.
The past few days have been highway days, and I haven't had much small-thinking time. Milwaukee was great, but it was about 3 degrees outside and the wind was blowing roughly 358 mph on the lake. I choked on it any time I went to the shore to look for Snowy Owls. Of course, despite my bravery, we didn't see any.
Matthew dropped me off at Woodland Pattern Books while he met with school folk, and I bought a few great books, including Brigit Pegeen Kelly's Orchard (why didn't I own this already?) and Elizabeth Robinson's Apprehend. I also picked up the the latest issue of Fence, because there's some wonderful in it.
I've had a lot of people-days as of late, which is a bit unusual for me. Between interviews and brunches and dinners and drinks... a lot of people time. Some of the-most-fantastic-people time, I'm not complaining, but more peopling than I'm used to. Matthew starts school this week, so we've been trying to get out as much as possible before the law-book lock-down.
I'm signing up for the dirty girl mud run, and I'm pretty excited about it. I hate running, but this is basically a chance to participate in Double Dare's "physical challenge," and I'm so into that. So, in August, I will climb walls and circumvent hanging tires, &etc. in the mud.
Otherwise, we went to the Chazen Museum on Friday. We hadn't been there since they added the second building (side note: I worked there back in the day-- what a fun job.), and we were interested in checking out the new exhibits. Mostly, I was happy to see a few Joseph Cornell pieces. Elizabeth Bishop was a huge Cornell fan and made shadow boxes of her own (see this Art of Poetry in The Paris Review). I may have to begin a shadow box collection myself.
Also, I must mention the work of John Wilde, which, if you google image search doesn't do justice to the paintings at the museum. I was happy to learn he was a Wisconsin man. All of my favorite artists and writers tend to be closely tied to the state. Or at least to cornfields.
And, finally, I'm halfway through Moll Flanders. I've been pretty busy with other things (Downton Abbey, baking, interviewing...), so it's slow-going. But so far, I'm upset by the inconsistencies of the character, and I'm never sure I understand who she really enjoys being with and why... I don't know. She talks about how sad she is to give her baby up for adoption and that a mother's love, blah, blah, but she's already had like 20 kids and left them in various places without a second thought (or further mention), so why is she so upset about giving this one up? I find the clearly-male mindset of the voice so distracting and it makes me angry. It's clearly a novel dependent upon its moral value with little consideration of its narrative. Oh well, it's not dull, so I'll finish it.. Then on to Jude the Obscure, which Matthew just finished reading 2 minutes ago. He sometimes had to put it down to recover from all the tragedy. I'm scared.
Matthew's making chap chee for dinner, & the sesame oil smells pretty wonderful. I'll go help.
is that we don't have a bookstore at which one can peruse books of poetry and stumble upon small press books or journals. So, next week, Matthew & I will drive to Milwaukee to visit Woodland Pattern Books to look at books and buy books and read books. In particular, I'm excited about, & hope to find, Emily Pettit's Goat in the Snow.
Also, there is no snow in sight, but a Snowy Owl has been sighted regularly at the South Shore Marina in Milwaukee. Guess where we'll be stopping? I need to see a Snowy during this irruption, or I might throw myself into the not-yet-frozen-waters. Which, by the way, people are standing on to fish? Really? Ice fishing is so important to you that you'll attempt it when there's not even ice?