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Literary links linger'd over by a poet....

Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Eileen Myles said this at Hampshire College graduation in 1998.

"See a poem is a tiny institution. I just write lots and lots of them, and it gives me a way to be in the world. It's actually a very worldly job, there really isn't a wrong place to be, a poet kind of goes with anything, any kind of decor, indoor, out. Presidents like to have poets next to them, we're sort of like a speaking wreath, the kind of poet you pick tells the kind of president you are, the hell of dating or marrying a poet is that certainly we will write about you, so if you don't want to be seen, don't date a poet, anyone should know that. Because really a poet has nothing better to do than look at you. A poet's best friend is her dog, because instantly the dog will take the poet on walks, the poet is like the earth's shadow. The sun moves and the poet writes something down. I felt so happy to be invited here by the class of 98 that I bought a new suit. I guess by now you've gotten the idea that I am your poet. So I feel good, and I look good and now I'd like to go a little further, simply doing my job."

She gave the speech in 1990 or so, too. I was there.


posted by Celia Tuesday, October 11, 2005
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January: Blank. Blank. Blank.

I just happened upon
Anselm Berrigan's daybook.


posted by Celia Tuesday, October 11, 2005
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Sunday, October 09, 2005
Publication

I have a long poem, "Abecedary (Amsterdam)" in the new
issue of Not Just Air. You can also hear me reading if
you click on the microphone to the left of the poem.

http://www.sundress.net/notjustair/issues/issue3/NJA3.html#CeliaWhite


posted by Celia Sunday, October 09, 2005
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