The Write Stuff: Lucy Tiven on Courage and Keeping People Connected
Evan Karp interviewed me and recorded me reading some poems. I had just been drenched in a downpour and was wearing a pricey dress I misguidedly bought after an interview for a shmaltzy art gallery job I ended up not getting. This is all to say: here is an interview with a vaguely destitute and incompetent person pretending to be an adult of some kind.
7:58 pm • 6 March 2014 • 14 notes
four poems on the scrambler
they’re a little achey-breakey but hey i guess i’m just that kinda gal
9:35 pm • 18 February 2014 • 21 notes
three new poems on metazen
on valentines day these poems of mine got published though later i blacked out at a tiki bar. you can decide how the wins/losses add up.
5:32 pm • 16 February 2014 • 18 notes
I remember that I did not always know authors were ordinary people living ordinary lives, and that an ordinary life was an obscure life, if we can extend the meaning of obscure to mean covered up by dailiness, glorious dailiness, shameful dailiness, dailiness that is difficult to figure out, that is not always clear until a long time afterward. Obscure: not readily noticed, easily understood, or clearly expressed. Which is a pretty good definition of life.
I remember, I remember the house where I was born.
I remember driving by the hospital where I was born and glancing at it—I was in a car going sixty miles an hour—and feeling a fleeting twinge of specialness after which I had no choice but to let it go and get over it, at sixty miles an hour.
I remember I was a child, and when I grew up I was a poet. It all happened at sixty miles an hour and on days when the clock stopped and all of humanity fit into a little chapel, into a pinecone, a shot of ouzo, a snail’s shell, a piece of soggy rye on the pavement.
— Mary Ruefle
9:22 pm • 7 January 2014 • 5 notes
tweets compiled by @cdankland
I actually feel super good about this because honestly I have a particular beef about my twitter not getting the credit it deserves
7:21 pm • 20 December 2013 • 28 notes
two "new" poems at html giant's sunday service
thanks to the lovely melissa broder for publishing these
it’s monday now
i just paid a five hundred dollar traffic ticket on a horse check that said “gratitude is the best attitude”
what up world
5:35 pm • 16 December 2013 • 23 notes
I wrote this nuts sounding poem at 4am last night… I was up late doing work, thinking about when my friend Jack and I would pull all nighters in college and he would listen to Joni Mitchell in this particular way when morning was coming on. I think it made him feel less crazy, less up-all-night-y. What do you think about when you try to be less crazy?
7:08 pm • 2 December 2013 • 51 notes