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This weekend, I watched a woman have a gun jabbed into her back, freaked out my psychiatrist to no end, ate special cookies in the middle of Lake Mead and wrote a poem.

I don't know why people expect me to teach. Isn't that enough?

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Me: Claudia, I'm really having trouble with this idea you have about the documentary poem. I've been working on a poem about schizophrenia and mental disorder, but that's kind of tough.
Claudia: Really? Weren't you in a beauty pageant?

I went to a poetry reading for UNLV students at the Las Vegas Community Art Center, which is in no way city funded. The reading went well, despite the fiction writer who randomly decided he was going to do poetry and despite the fact that Michael had been vomiting from heat and hangovers right before. But man this gallery scene was so derivative I ( Read more... )

Up at 7:45 because one of the new fiction writers called me at 4:30 and was like, "Come out." And I was all, "No, sorry, passed out drunk and naked." And he was all, "K but you left your UNLV GTA contract at my house." (I did.) And I said, "No... seriously, I cannot move." And he said, "OK, we are coming to pick you up." And I was like, "You aren't ( Read more... )

Oh so incoming MFAs are baller. A clump of them went out after orientation, mostly poets but with the token laid-back fiction writer, and we all somehow ended up getting free shot glasses and I dragged two of them to the Double Down and we played pool and took photo booth photos and then I passed out in one of their beds. I really should just be a ( Read more... )

So I'm letting one of the incoming poetry students crash wish me and I pick him up from the airport in a few hours. I talked to him on the phone and he seemed pretty nervous, so I was thinking carefully exactly what I was going to tell him about the program. Honest, yet encouraging? Sardonic so that he can't tell what I was exaggerating for effect ( Read more... )

I said once that my best and worst memories have been made on birthdays, mine and other people's. So we'll see how this one turns out. We're all dressing ridiculously classy and going to the amazing stretch of sleazy all-night dive bars near my house, which should be baller. Nothing could go awry ( Read more... )