tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-202949722012-02-16T15:38:29.581-05:00n. 1. The state or personality of a poet.Ashraf Osmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13902709126678545260noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20294972.post-1163114984076449022006-12-28T18:20:00.000-05:002006-12-28T17:22:21.080-05:00

a: Hello dear,I wanted to share with you this poem (attached) I read in the New Yorker. It's been a while I got so worked up and excited about a poem, but this one is lovely! Solidly constructed, but utterly lovely. I hope you like it! I think I will check out one of her books from the library; I've been on a library spree! Yiiii!!!!Alright dear, I hope you have a good end of the week. And don't

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k: http://somethingkaty.blogspot.com/2006/10/open-season.htmla: You know what, and this might be more suited for a prolonged e-mail discussion, or something on Poetship, but I've been in such a rut, feeling completely uninspired, not knowing what to write about. So now, not only do I find this utterly beatiful, but almost miraculous in its subject matter. (((katyssima)))k: about your drought... i

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k: first and foremost ((((ashraf))))of course you didn't come across too strong, nor too anything. that's the first email you've sent me that had entirely to do with poetry in ages. i'm dancing right now.i am starting to feel the season settle in on me. it's not that i dislike summer so much as i prefer all the other seasons so much more. especially the fall. the leaves are turning beautiful

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(part 1)k: i attached hardy f's chapbook to this email for you. i like hardy. i can't quite put my finger on why, but i do. just read the first poem (dear sigmund) and see what you think. i think it's horribly romantic and beautiful in a perverted man-boy sort of way. it brings us back to all that conversation about sex and poetry and straight men writing sexy poetry. honestly, i'm not sure if

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k: So I was reading some older emails to put together a couple of posts for po’et’ship yesterday and that got me thinking about poetry critics and the you-scratch-my-back-and-I’ll-scratch-yours society that poetry lives in at the moment.I don’t think this is the way poetry has always functioned in the media and in criticism. I think that there are plenty of examples of poets dissecting and

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k: I field everything through you, this is no different. Especially if my intent, in the end, is for this to grace the sails of the po’et’ship. I want your input too. In order to make this all make sense (and to keep myself from rambling on and on and on and on about the bagel sitting in my back yard, yes, the bagel) I am going to put it in titled segments. I like titles, you like titles,

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k: maybe more like take 2 instead of part 2, as this is going to right back to the word inspiration and … well, i want to talk more about love.the reason i think “love” poems and “heart” poems have such a hard time in today’s poetic market and is rarely touched by poets themselves is because… answer me dear, what is love?is it love for a brother living half-way around the world, love for a little

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k: heart heart heart hearts! love heart heart loveheart poetry!do you like my heart-poem? okay, i'm just playing around, but i suppose i am also making a point.like any art form, poetry is not worth a dime unless it's hard to do. if every mama and papa on every block around the world could write it, we wouldn't have blogs about it. okay, one wiseass would, but that's a topic on blogs, not

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k: hello dear,how are you?i just ate the words biggest apple. it took me a very long time. it was too big around for me to open my mouth around comfortably to get a big bite, so i took lots of little bites. i would never buy an apple that big for myself, but kerry and richard had left it behind, and i can't bare to see an apple go to waste (especially when it's a variety i am fond of).in other

katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20294972.post-1149276392870408182006-06-02T14:23:00.000-05:002006-06-02T14:29:06.340-05:00

ashraf and i have both been added to the list of poets to be featured in Outside Voices' own Anthology:

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k: now this… you wrote that magnificent email to me in reply to my email to ahmad and my goings on about prose poetry… you had all that to say about the humanity in poetry. i haven’t responded to it yet, other than saying that it made me happy.it does not make me uncomfortable when you compare me to the poets i admire. on the one hand, it puts this tick in my brain… of course i’m not as good, not

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k: yes, this is completely and utterly separate from everything i just wrote. jarring, no? i did mention lauren’s middle-school poetry dabblings before at least. this idea of poetry as therapy was the one i had to write you about first, when i sent that email about having some idea of what to write about poetry. it is also related to my addiction to poetry.at the undergrad conference i attended

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k: this is in response to the article i sent you earlier, the one about poets being buffalo—showcase animals of the literary universe. (this article is getting around… http://bloggingpoet.squarespace.com/.../can-poetry-matter.html and it seems my new friend mr william f devault has quiet a bit to say, in contrast, i must admit, to what i have just written. he’s already offered me advice on

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k: this wasn’t what i had in mind when i told you i had an idea, but it’s a fine something something to talk about (and it does actually correlate with everything else, so i’ll bounce back to it a few times). my basic feelings are this; the internet is an amazing tool for all mediums, poetry benefits, as an entity, from internet. where would we be without our blogs? i certainly wouldn’t be

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k: i’m sort of bored, and while i could read a book or write another poem, i think instead i’ll write to you about my feelings on prose-poetry. i am not going to do research or any of that, just…i resisted the prose-form of poetry for such a long time. i was adamant that it wasn’t poetry. i sounded much like you did today in your comment. part of my first course on poetry at university was that

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k: hello ashraf,no movies tonight, ryan wants to hold off until tomorrow, as he’s just started to feel better, he doesn’t want to risk it right away.so what i really ought to be doing is working on my personal statement since i just realized what the date is and that i’m going to Amherst in a few weeks and haven’t give my prof’s anything to go by for my recommendations. instead, i am going to

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k: “sex without touching” is a lyric from a bjork song, but i can’t remember which one and haven’t the energy or ambition to look it up. (okay i’m playing all my bjork songs that i have on my pc, i’m sure it’s in one of these, so i’ll tell you which song it is when i hear it. do you like bjork? it’s ryan’s fault i like her at all, he had the hots for her because he saw this video where she cooked

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k: dear,it doesn’t sound like you’re having the best of days. i’m glad, at least, that writing to me is a sort of relief from whatever’s getting to you. i’m quite flattered actually.i hope your sister is well. i’m sure she is.we’re talking about personal in poetry, about autobiography. for me, i think poetry ought to have an entirely separate section; away from fiction and non fiction, away from

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a: Here's my share of grumbling. I have been reading Rohrer, and I think he is growing on me. He still annoys me at bits, but I can tell that he's a good writer, and why you like him... I'll keep on reading.k: i'm glad he's growing on you. thank you so much for trying and for understanding, you're such a good friend. such a good poetshipanion.Here's that crappy poem I told you about. I still am

katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20294972.post-1141608025122659562006-03-05T20:14:00.000-05:002006-03-14T10:27:27.636-05:00

i don’t like blue mouth wash, but i used it anyway, because it’s all that we have at the moment. i’ve given up cereal. it used to be my favorite thing to eat, but now it just makes my stomach hurt. i think that dick van dyke was hot when he was in his early 30’s. my first memory is of being afraid of a rainbow; i didn’t know what it was so i cried and hid under the kitchen table. i think i was 3.

katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20294972.post-1141265632979210082006-03-01T20:31:00.000-05:002006-03-06T15:45:01.860-05:00

(In response to comment on something katy):k: ... i seriously doubt i'm getting better. i'm merely writing and rewriting the same sex scene from different angles it feels like. i guess that "i am a cat" "i am like a cat" stuff i wrote in response to william hathaway was pretty good, and different (as different as a poem about cats can get, i actually have a book of all cat poems, and most of them

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k: i have a question. how long does it take you to compose a poem? do you just sit down and the words fall out of your fingers onto the keys? do you compose on computer? have you ever written your poems in a book or just on loose paper or even a type writer? for me, well, i have used a type writer but i get far too distracted by the texture of the paper and ink to really give a damn about the

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a: Katy, here are my four poems (actually two songs and two poems--sorry I couldn't cut them down to three). All are translated from a foreign language. The two songs from French, translated by me, so please forgive the crappy translation. Still, I do not hesitate to put them way up there. (I guess that goes to prove my concern for content over ... ?) They are both sung by my goddess, Dalida (

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3 favorite poetsMatthew Rohrer [i didn't even need to think about this one, the man is my guiding light when it comes to poetic style and i've read all three of his collections numerous times over]Frank O'Hara [you could have predicted this one, i'm sure]Mina Loy [didn't i already call her the Queen of poetry? well, she is. even if the only poem she'd ever written was Songs to Joannes, i would

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a: Katy, thanks for sharing such an intimate experience with me. (And I'm glad she didn't get you...). I don't know what to tell you except, I don't think my reaction would have be so magnanimous; I probably would simply never have set foot in her again. But that's just me, petty me, full of anger and hatred and lust and... lots of other stuff. Wojtek, my racist homophobic boyfriend, blames it on

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from k to a via forward message:--- I went to your's and arch.'s new blog site and I've read your theory of poetics on TCP already and yesterday I found essay and read it and now I've decided to send you the link as you might find it quite enjoyable -- I did. It's not a defining of poetics or writing really but a grand metaphorical beauty on compostion itself. So... It's called "A Bee Is A

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a: ...I am always fascinated when art and the personal collide. (For example, I went to a reading by Michael Cunningham, one of my favorite authors, a few months ago. And I thought he was so sexy that I wrote him this long insane letter after the reading and signing that I never sent him. But ever since, I haven't been able to read his new book...).Another poem I wanted to mention to you is one

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a: Katy, we'll be going to New York for a couple of days, and I won't have Internet access. I just wanted to quickly (as unfair as it is) write you about my reaction to your essay/article. First off, it revealed to me our very different background to poetry. I frankly never thought that poetry could be this "technical" or "intellectual". And when I say I never thought it could be this

Ashraf Osmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13902709126678545260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20294972.post-1138725715291104142006-01-31T11:20:00.000-05:002006-01-31T11:43:43.680-05:00

reid writes:IButterfly in spider's web,unentangle wings in timeto flutter off to dress in redinstead of spun in fine silkdead.IIBeating wings against restraints,a butterfly cannot cry out.It cannot tear, it cannot tearby moisture nor by force without.In summary, a butterflyflaps and does, or does notfly.katy writes:what i would most like to reflect on here is the effect of the poem over the

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a : Oh, don't buy Frank O'Hara Poems Retrieved!k : no?a : No, it's on its way to you.k : what?a : Yup.k : you didn'ta : Yes, I did! Merry Christmas!k : oh, how sweet, thank you so mucha : You're most welcome!k: thank you so much for my present, it came today :) i will try really hard to not read it all before my trip, but no promises. you're awesome!a: Oh, I'm so glad you got it. And don't bother

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hi a,here are a couple of links to some of my favorite experiments...the first is poems that GO (linked from my blog as you may have noticed), which, if you haven't been to yet you really ought to. there so much fun to be had. also, if you're savvy enough to understand and appreciate the essays on, then i'd recommend those too (i'm, sadly, a mere fledgling at this whole computer thing, it's the

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Katy, here is that article I told you about.__________________________The following appeared on Boston.com:Headline: Poetry world shocker!Date: July 18, 2004"DOES POETRY NEED muckrakers? The secretive operators of the website Foetry (http://www.foetry.com/), a self-described "American poetry watchdog," certainly think so. They promise, from behind a cloak of anonymity, to uncover scandals among

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a: You know, I have been thinking (of course, I with my exhibitionistic bent would) that we should start a blog where we can post our correspondence. I have to admit (and I don't think it comes as a surprise, being familiar with "Dear Theo,") that I am just fascinated with blogs as model of colliding the private and public domains. In a way, it is people's diaries made public; in another, they

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Katy, I am LOVING these emails! This is just wonderful, and for that I thank you!...me too. i love this exchange of poetics, intellect and care. and i love, too, that you don't agree with everything i have to say, that you challenge me. it's been some time since i've been provoked to think like this.So, where should I begin? (Always reminds me of the first line of "Love Story"; I am one of those

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katy:gets me good but in a "ouch" kind of way like... that hits the heart with a heavy blow ... it's like the first time the right person tells you "i love you" a:Gets you good, or gets you bad? My brother hates that "Listen" (perhaps because he's more cognizant of its origin in Dalida songs). And why would need to excuse you for finding it sexy? I think in many parts it is, and I think sexy is

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Katy, I am LOVING these emails! This is just wonderful, and for that I thank you!So, where should I begin? (Always reminds me of the first line of "Love Story"; I am one of those who love the poetry of song lyrics, as sappy as that may sound. But I know that you appreciate good song lyrics, too, as evidenced by the Leonard Cohen influence.) I guess I'll begin at the end:i'm a bit overwhelmed

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dear ashraf, am i disappointed with humanity? perhaps just a little. but i've spent some time really thinking about it now and that's not what i was trying to get at in my email. what i do, or what i try to do, with robots is to dissect the human experience. emotions like depression, love, curiosity and so many others are far too complicated to comprehend, if you really think about it. we

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I feel like a short-circuited robot right now: touched, confused, befuddled, moved. I read both of your e-mails and that mind-blowing poem you sent me the link to. And there are so many things that I want to say that I feel overwhelmed and am afraid I won't be saying any of them. Sometimes I think that's why I'm so quiet in recent times, so silent. It's that tragic bent of mine, that

Ashraf Osmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13902709126678545260noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20294972.post-1137330104610978402006-01-15T07:53:00.000-05:002006-01-16T16:00:49.686-05:00

where do i begin? with Douglas Adams' amazingly sympathetic, depressed and humorous robot "Marvin" or how about with tragic magic head, or with the lyrics from one more robot by the flaming lips .... Unit three thousand twenty one is warmingMakes a humming sound - when its circuitsDuplicate emotions - and a sense of coldness detachesAs it tries to comfort your sadness -One more robot learns to

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Katy, while I write a real reply, I forgot to ask something: why are you so fascinated by robots?a.

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good morning ashraf, it feels so good to roll out of bed after 11am. it's been a very very long time since i've had such an opportunity. so poetry for you is your religious gap filler? i appreciate that. i don't know that it's ever filled that role in me. though like i said, i use it quite often to fulfill fantasy which, while not being the same, has a similar effect on the poet. your

katyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07329161994664435636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20294972.post-1136956319751327592006-01-11T00:10:00.000-05:002006-01-11T00:27:11.903-05:00

Katy, thank you so much! This is one of the most generous emails I've received in a long time. And the fact that you wrote it twice makes it twice as generous still! (That's plenty generous, you know...). I do apologize again for forgetting to reply after you've taken all the time and effort to write it. So what I did last night is forward it to my work address (since this is the place where,

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the screen cleared, except for the two words: "lynn hejinian" and i felt my heart boil.frustrated and stupidin my attempt to savei destroyed.all 2000 words,there must have been,are lost. it's a bad poem, but it sums up what happened when i went to copy the long email i'd written to you, but instead of hitting ctrl C i hit ctrl V (the difference between copy and paste). and i knew the second i

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Katy,For some reason I thought you finished school recently... You're doing an MFA in poetry? And why do you have mixed feelings about publication? I'd love to read what you have to say.Hope you have a wonderful weekend!Best,a.--- Katy wrote:Thank you for the egreeting. it was unexpected and sweet. i have thought about publication, but i have mixed feelings about it. i will probably wait until

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the discussion begins here with my undergraduat thesis, which was included in the copy of my amatur collection of poetry that i sent to arch as a birthday prezzy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**This is the official introduction to my collection entitled PoemTree. Selected poems from this collection can be found at something.katy** While this collection of poetry evolved into its current

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