Conferences

Exhibit 1.7.1

AWP Book Haul

So I didn’t grab as much as I would have liked as I’m still reading for exams, but I managed, I think, to get some great stuff.

 

 

* Rachel B. Glaser’s Moods from Factory Hollow

* Sam Amadon’s The Hartford Book from Cleveland State

* Rebecca Hazelton’s Vow from same

* Mathias Svalina’s The Explosions from Subito

* Glenn Shaheen’s Unchecked Savagery from Ricochet Editions

*Michael Flatt’s Absent Receiver from SpringGun

* Aby Kaupang’s Little “g” God Grows Tired of Me from same

* James Belflower’s The Posture of Conture from same

* Matt Salesses’s The Last Repatriate (Nouvella) & I’m Not Saying, I’m Just Saying (CCM)

* Russel Swensen’s Santa Ana from Black Lawrence

 

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Exhibit 1.6.26

Things, AWP and Otherwise

 

Courtney Maum’s Notes from Mexico is now available over at The Cupboard. One of my favorite things we’ve ever published.

 

 

My story “Another Castle” is up at Vol. 1 Brooklyn for their Sunday Stories series. Here. It’s mostly notable for (possibly) being entirely dependent on one’s knowledge of Zelda.

 

 

The Cupboard will be at AWP in the bookfair at Table X6 with SpringGun Press. They did The Flasher which, incidentally, is on sale until March 6th with free shipping. If you need to find me in Boston, I will be there be there as hard as I can until they tell me to leave.

 

 

We’re doing a reading together with other great folks on March 8th–my birthday, for what it’s worth–about which you can find more information here.

 

 

I’m also doing a reading with Laura Eve Engel of [SPOILER ALERT] for “We Are Homer: A Reading of Collaborative Poetry and Prose”  in the Hynes Convention Center, Room 303, Saturday at 10:30.

 

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Exhibit 27.21

Lessons

If you witnessed my student conferences, you would hear me say the following things approximately exactly 52 times:

1. The papers will be graded by Friday.

2. Remember when we talked about triangles?

3. Z.Z. Packer’s essay was not the one about shooting an elephant.

4. This might be Mr. Ruder’s office, at least if he’s that guy who eats soup here all the time. Does he sometimes smell like soup?

5. [incomprehensibly hand gestures meant to demonstrate structure]

6. Literacy narratives can totally be about middle school basketball.

7. O, this is her office, too. Don’t worry, she’s not silently judging you.

8. I don’t know, what do you think teaching assistant means?

9. The papers will be graded by Friday. Um, no, not this Friday.

10. Interesting, interesting, I like this idea, no, not that, stop talking, go back to what you said before, not that far back, look, just make something up.

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Exhibit 25.17

Apologies

This recent gap in posts may be the longest in this blog’s history, and it’s all because of Boldface, the fantastic undergraduate writing conference I’ve been teaching at for the past week. I’m tired and full of sandwiches, but it’s been great. My students are embarrassing me with their talent. I’m teaching them how to introduce business lingo into workshops. Cost-benefit-analysis! Best practices! Synergy!

I’ve only said some of those things.

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Exhibit 24.23

Post-AWP

This was only the second time I’ve gone to AWP (a conference for writers/writing programs/men with western shirts), but that’s enough to recognize this feeling of anti-personhood I’ve brought home. I’ve got to go teach now. Of course, I don’t know what to teach my students other than how to erase themselves with static.

What I’m trying to say is, I’m tired. Be gentle.

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Exhibit 24.11

What It’s Like to Have a Student Conference with Me, Pt. 5

You: When are we going to get our essays back?
Me: I think maybe I talk about the basketball team too much.

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Exhibit 24.10

What It’s Like to Have a Student Conference with Me, Pt. 4

Me: Sorry, I share this office. Ignore that other conference.
You: Okay.
Me: Did you hear that?
You: What?
Me: I think she said enthymeme.
You: What’s that?
Me: I don’t know. I don’t even know how to pronounce it.
You:
Me: En-time-ee.
You: That’s not how she said it.
Me: Man, she seems like a great teacher. You should try to transfer into her class.
You: It’s too late for that.
Me: En-ta-mean.

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Exhibit 24.9

What It’s Like to Have a Student Conference with Me, Pt. 3

Me: [here]
You: [not]
Me: I’m so alone.
You: [frantic email]

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Exhibit 24.8

What It’s Like to Have a Student Conference with Me, Pt. 2

You: Good morning.
Me: Are you my first student?
You: Yep.
Me: Do you have a key to my office?
You: No.
Me: [knocks, waits]
You:
Me: This conference is cancelled.

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Exhibit 24.7

What It’s Like to Have a Student Conference with Me

Me: Essay?
You: Which one?
Me: The first one. No, we’ll do the second one first.
You: Okay.
Me: [looks at notebook for thirty seconds]
You: Did you have a question about it?
Me: Stop being racist.
You: What?
Me: Wait, you’re not Sara.

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Exhibit 16.12

AWP Recap

I’m too tired to do an AWP Recap, really, but as I’ve been making awful decisions since the Midway Dunkin’ Donuts on Wednesday, it’s clear that I’m not going to be able to stop myself from doing anything until tomorrow at the earliest. Now is definitely the time to ask me to loan you money or collaborate on a series of villanelles. One way or the other, you will leave the conversation with a handful of cash and tercets. At this point, I’m nothing but a series of impulses and refrains and apologies.

What I Came Home With

* The new Black Warrior Review (which is incredible from front to back and has a great DIY feature section)

* The last two Keyhole magazines (including the awesome handwritten one)

* Some Hobart (which I definitely should already be subscribing to)

* A Saltgrass (you should send them your best fiction right now)

* Only 10-15 total Cupboards (everyone was very nice and generous – thank you)

* A desire to pony up the $250 for The Jungle from Rope-A-Dope (words can’t describe)

* Shane Jones’s Light Boxes (which might be what I read first)

* Bryan Coffelt’s In a City with Neighbors and the first Barnaby Jones both from Pinch Pinch Press (one of these is Dave’s and both were to make up for our absent HTML Giant Secret Santas from someone who totally didn’t have to – thank you again)

* El Greed by David Nesmith from Publishing Genius (which made me laugh a lot on the first page I read yet also fearful I might go to monkey heaven)

* Less Shiny by Mary Miller from Magic Helicopter Press (which has a great cover and is presumably as good inside)

* One Neither One by Shane McCrae from Octopus (something I read at the table and loved so much I had to buy it. That Shane came around and was a great guy only made it easier)

* A t-shirt from Octopus (we all agreed I get to be the only person in Lincoln who wears one, right?)

* That’s all from one bag I unpacked with one left to go and there was a lot more I left behind for space reasons but intend to pick up online in the next week. Look for me to fawn all over this work as I read through it.

Information You Need

* Rope-A-Dope Press makes beautiful things and you need to submit to their chapbook series by the end of March. Perhaps we could go in on a series of villanelles?

* You should be aware that everything I know about villanelles I learned in the last ten minutes. Tercets? Tercets.

* Octopus Books is reading full-length poetry manuscripts in April. They are such a great press that I’m considering writing my name on the copy of The Dream Songs I borrowed from Mathias last year and submitting that.

* The Cupboard is going to officially stop reading submissions on March 1st. (Although if you’re reading this, you can [and should] submit whenever).

* Everything I just wrote I said hundred and hundreds of times this week. It might not be until March that I am able to say anything else.

Uninteresting Personal Revelations

* I no longer trust myself to do anything, especially order correctly when faced with sprinkles and an employee’s disinterested upselling. Somehow the more half-hearted the offer is, the more likely I am to add a second donut for a nominal fee. I like knowing this about me.

* I’m trying to remember what it is I do in Lincoln. I think I got back last night and stared at my apartment for twenty minutes before drinking some coffee. That seems about right.

* Between the first AWP post and the Mac post, this blog has become distressingly confessional in the last week or so and I look forward to quitting it soon. But I won’t. But I may post less. Or more. I feel like I’m not posting exactly the right amount or precisely the right stuff. In any case, I’m probably going to remove myself from it a bit which is good as I don’t feel like how I portray myself on this blog is particularly representative. And if it is, you definitely shouldn’t tell me that I’m this neurotic, desperate, and navel-gazing. I hope I’m one, maybe two, of those things at most.

* I realize everything about what I’m typing right now contradicts that last paragraph. I know it’s tedious when I complain about the blog. But know that I’m sincere in my desire to never write or say the word blog again.

Misc.

* If I met you this week I had a great time and liked you a lot. There were a lot of people I was really excited to meet and without exception everyone was friendly and smart and funny. I was just happy to be there and tried to keep up. I now want to collaborate with you. Did I mention our collaboration is going to be about vampires? It is.

* I also want to collaborate with all of the old friends I ran into, but they know better.

* I’m leaving to visit Tyrone’s college in Arkansas on Wednesday. If what happened to me in Chicago is any indication, I will not sleep, my face will continue to go all guy-who-chose-the-wrong-cup-in-that-Indiana-Jones-movie, and my new found fondness for late night text messaging will continue to wake you up with ring tones and inanity. So, good?

* Yes, very good. I’m excited for the trip. I’m going to read two things from the old anonymous Cupboards that never get to see the daylight.

So I think that covers it. Thank you to everyone who gave me things or who took things I was giving them. You were polite not to say no.

Any questions?

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Exhibit 16.10

I’ll be in Chicago from tomorrow morning until Sunday for a conference and reading fair that shares my initials, an odd move on my part as I have no clear association with a university and dislike ‘fairs’ that don’t serve cotton candy. While I’m looking forward to seeing people I used to know, I really have no idea what goes on during this conference that requires my five-day presence. My guess: throat clearing.

I’ll be there in service of The Cupboard which means Dave and I will be at table #368 with Octopus and Rope-a-Dope. You should stop by and say hello as long as you’re not coming to kick me out for lying about student status and then admitting it (twice) online.

(Hold on, I have to check into my flight. I’m an A! This is going well.)

Should you stop by and say hello, I will likely say one of the following things to you:

* “No, sir, I do not care to wrestle.” – if you’re John Irving

* “I’m sorry I threw a stick at you.” – if you’re a girl named Megan who lived by my friend Ryan when I was 6 and who I once hit with a stick when I meant to hit someone else because there was a time in my youth, around age 6 I guess, when I thought it might be a good idea to throw a stick at someone standing near a girl named Megan who lived by my friend Ryan, but I haven’t held on to the particulars, only the guilt

* “Who are you? Oh, I don’t follow ice soccer.” – if you’re Calder Trophy winning Chicago Blackhawk Patrick Kane

* “I didn’t think you could get any whiter. Zing, take that Updike’s ghost!” – if you’re Updike’s ghost

* “Opposition to the stimulus package based on a wariness of increased government debt is an absurd position given the already massive deficits projections which, of course, will only get much worse should the economic downturn prove permanent. Balancing the budget may very well be a noble goal, but it’s simply not a priority when faced with a potential world-wide depression, the collapse of the banking system, and two foreign wars. Even if balancing the budget were possible–it isn’t–it would mean putting millions more out of work, sucking capital from a world desperately short on it, and choosing the worst time possible to haphazardly watch what happens when states, banks, and large corporations go bankrupt because of some poorly thought out political philosophy extrapolated from a desire to protect wealth many of its adherents do not actually have.” – if you’re unfortunate

* “Anyone want to get out of here and go see Coraline?” – if you’re seeing me after the first hour

* “Stop rejecting me.” – if you’re the editor of Tin House or anyone I’m playing basketball against

* “Who wants to go to the Apple store?” – if you’re catching me at a weak moment

* “I’m not sure about this sweater I’m wearing. It’s seems maybe too thin for the temperature outside but I’m also thinking that since I’m going to be inside for most of the day in a large room with a lot of people milling about…yeah, this sweater is fine. Still, I don’t know how I feel about it. What if there aren’t a lot of people? I’m going to be there for like eight hours unless someone wants to go see Coraline so I should maybe wear something else. No, it’s fine. It’s fine. I just wish I had a way to check for Royals news. Oh, a McDonald’s and they’re still serving breakfast! [circus music]” – if you’re listening to my internal monologue.

* “Yes, yes I would like another.” – if you’re going to the bar (or unexpectedly selling cotton candy at the fair)

* “That’s a different Adam Peterson. I’m that one who murders people. Oh, even better, the guy in the orchid society. Yeah, that one. I’d like to be that one.” – if you’re mentioning this blog

I can’t imagine I’ll have cause to say anything else all week. Unless someone wants to talk about pitchers and catchers reporting. I’ll have plenty to say about that.

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