POETRY, PEAKS & IDOL: Let's get American Idol out of the way first. Phil "Nosferatu" Stacey, not surprisingly, checked out first in a very unnecessary one hour results show. Even Miss Gaycrest was mocking the "filler" viewers would have to endure. After Lakisha was saved, it was obvious that Chris "Mr. Nasal" Richardson was next. Maybe he can find work at Six Flags or Madame Tussauds playing a Justin Timberlake look-a-like. Two down, four to go. Let's wrap this bitch up.
I am in Twin Peaks heaven. The second season of David Lynch's brilliant tv series on DVD arrived from Amazon yesterday and I've already watched six of the 29 episodes. It's still as creepy as I remembered and I'm actually appreciating the second season much more than I did when it originally aired in the early 1990s. Compared to Lost (which I gave up on weeks ago), Twin Peaks teased and was maddeningly opaque, but at least the plot advanced each week and Lynch did reveal Laura Palmer's killer in the first episode of the second season, but it took seven or eight more for the real twist. The season ended with Kyle McLachlan's Agent Cooper trapped in the Black Lodge in an episode so freakish and bizarre that Lost hasn't come close to touching. Since ABC pulled the plug, Cooper remains there to this day. Sad.
There's a very busy poetry weekend ahead. Stephen Bluestone and Mike Dockins will be featuring at my Poetry at Portfolio Center reading on Friday night and on Saturday, I'll be doing a workshop on blogging, MySpace, websites, etc. at the Georgia Writers Association Festival of Workshops. The festival is a day-long event and has an impressive list of writers sharing their tricks of the trade. I'll also be sitting on the self-publishing panel to talk about my experiences with Better To Travel. That first book has sold over 1,000 copies, which may not seem like a lot, but for a debut book of poetry, I think it's pretty damn impressive. On Sunday night, I'll be at Java Monkey Speaks to read a new piece and to watch Tom Lux and Travis Denton feature.
I think I'd better go to sleep now.
I am in Twin Peaks heaven. The second season of David Lynch's brilliant tv series on DVD arrived from Amazon yesterday and I've already watched six of the 29 episodes. It's still as creepy as I remembered and I'm actually appreciating the second season much more than I did when it originally aired in the early 1990s. Compared to Lost (which I gave up on weeks ago), Twin Peaks teased and was maddeningly opaque, but at least the plot advanced each week and Lynch did reveal Laura Palmer's killer in the first episode of the second season, but it took seven or eight more for the real twist. The season ended with Kyle McLachlan's Agent Cooper trapped in the Black Lodge in an episode so freakish and bizarre that Lost hasn't come close to touching. Since ABC pulled the plug, Cooper remains there to this day. Sad.
There's a very busy poetry weekend ahead. Stephen Bluestone and Mike Dockins will be featuring at my Poetry at Portfolio Center reading on Friday night and on Saturday, I'll be doing a workshop on blogging, MySpace, websites, etc. at the Georgia Writers Association Festival of Workshops. The festival is a day-long event and has an impressive list of writers sharing their tricks of the trade. I'll also be sitting on the self-publishing panel to talk about my experiences with Better To Travel. That first book has sold over 1,000 copies, which may not seem like a lot, but for a debut book of poetry, I think it's pretty damn impressive. On Sunday night, I'll be at Java Monkey Speaks to read a new piece and to watch Tom Lux and Travis Denton feature.
I think I'd better go to sleep now.
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Are you more bored this season than last? I'm a bit bored, but I don't think it has to do with the contestants who I think are stronger than last year (I mean TAYLOR HICKS vs. MELINDA DOOLITTLE?! And Blake is much more interesting than a lot of people we've seen). I'm bored because I think the format of the show is wearing thin. I just like to hear people sing. I'd rather watch a show that involves no judging.
great poetic happenings for you too. excellent numbers on a first book. i read someplace that most first poetry books don't even sell 300 copies. selling over 500 is A LOT. so good for you.