Mrs. May Be-In

To hear some of the contributors to Mrs. Maybe in their natural habitat, please consider attending a reading celebrating the release of Mrs. Maybe the Second.

Featuring The Claire Becker, The Bill Luoma, The Catherine Meng, The Erin Morrill, The Cynthia Sailers, The Andrew Kenower, and perhaps some other kool "bands-without-musicians"
or what-have-you type artists.

Sunday, May 10th
3pm

Catherine Meng's backyard
1825 Derby Street Apt. D
1st block west of MLK on the right.
ph: 510-981-0495

Grilled foods and or red beans and rice will levitate if you use a fork.

Shoe Blogging

Salt's Crashaw Prize Blog has posts from the Crashaw peoples today. I'm writing about shoes, I think I sound kind of crazy, and the last bit is a lie b/c I just got a sick pair of opening ceremony shoes in beige, turquoise.

My post is at the bottom of the page, Here

Barbara Jane Reyes on Reading at UCM

Right Here

The Man With the Materials

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/05/arts/design/05fink.html

friday, saturday

tomorrow night, friday march 20, mrs. maybe editor catherine meng and mrs. maybe contributor james shea read fantastically at studio one, doors open at 7:00.

night after, saturday march 21, mrs. maybe beloved catherine theis, mrs. maybe contributor james shea, and mrs. maybe admired poets & editors of try, sara larsen and david brazil, read phantasmagorically at canessa park, reading at 8:00.

oh, and jared, could you link to the full post about the young poets reading? i don't get it, though i would like to talk to you. or tell me what you think, and i will talk to your opinions.

Hell Yeah Yes!

Call me Commissioner. Today I was appointed to the Merced Bicycle Advisory Commission.
I wonder if I need a tie.

-Jared

Huh?!? What!?!?

From Martin Earl's post regarding whether the YOUNG POETS read:

Seen in the light of cognitive neuroscience it is easier, and less emotionally fraught, to begin to understand why poetry, and by extension, literature and erudite culture in general, is already well along the road to extinction. It is a question of stimulus; the world is changing how we feel about the world, and the aesthetic products which derive from the need to articulate those feelings are changing as a consequence. Since poetry is now written largely without rules (or written with self-invented rules), since the common craft of metrics, rhyming, quantifying are no longer taught, largely dispensed with by the community, the result is a less universal and a more personal poem, a poem that can no longer be “read”, except by the writer and the writer’s closest cohorts – those who know the language. There is nothing intrinsically wrong with this. There is simply no need in today’s world to write or to read epics composed in ottava rima which tell the life-stories of unlikely heroes.

Anyone? Let's talk.