From the Editor’s Desk


Editor’s desk
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“May the wind take your troubles away…”
—Son Volt, “Windfall” from the Trance album

A hiatus from blogging was needed and taken. Many reasons exist for disconnection from the matrix—the blogosphere—which I may detail later. The primary reason is that I could not maintain the luxury of blogging and accomplish work-related tasks.

After Christmas, and during the following six months, I released seven projects to the market: this book and this book (both with new forewords) as paperbacks, another book for this organization, a new book and accompanying audio book (which I produced), a childrens book and an academic teachers planner for the coming school year. That may not mean a lot to most of you. But consider that each project requires a minimum of 480 to 960 hours to complete, there are more than 1000 hours (using a standard workweek of Monday to Friday for measurement) from January 1 to June 30, and I am only one designer/editor/marketing director/manager/publisher. Needless to say, work hours for me did not fit into a standard 40-hour work week. In fact, it was more often than not that I was working as early as 8 a.m. and finished around midnight or later. This took a toll on me physically, mentally and spiritually.

A respite was needed. So I took off three and a half weeks. I pointed the auto to parts unknown and hit the road in search of coffee houses and lost threads. Three thousand miles were traveled. For five nights during the journey, I slept in a different bed each night. For four nights, I spent in a cabin miles from the nearest phone and six miles from the closest town which is not marked on most maps. Three times I got lost. Twice it was my fault. Once it was not, but that once was a beautiful distraction.

I don’t know if the wind really “takes your troubles away.” I don’t know if I found those lost threads. I did find a couple excellent coffee houses (remind me to tell you where to find a Boris Latte). I’m back in Asheville now. I guess it is time to reconnect and get back to work.

“The biggest disappointment was that I found so little “poetry” in Poetry…. Very little of it was readable, enjoyable…. many of the poems were burdened with unnecessarily complex, high-falutin’ diction… as well as obscure references to literature and literary figures; abstract, illogical metaphors and comparisons (”postage-stamp bright” and “chasms of flatness”); tin-ear rhymes (”state/copulate” and “drowses/blouses”) and hamstrung syntax (”surfeit of distance and the wracked mind waiting”).” Link

So Little Poetry in Poetry

PLOTUS: Kay Ryan

Outsider Poet Laureate, Kay Ryan, is not “a typical quietist in her use of short forms & short lines” writes Ron Silliman. Link

(By “quietist,” Silliman refers to the School of Quietude-a term he uses to label American poets that appear to him to compose safe or conservative poetics.)

Wifi Nomad

Some caffeine addicts are Starbucks groupies. Some caffeine addicts are Caribou Coffee lodgers. And then there’s those aficionados of caffeine dealers (the last legal drug dealers) that warm there wifi receivers at indie joints like The Java Connection.