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The year that is and soon will not be.

December 25, 2011
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It is pretty impossible not to succumb to the end of year/ beginning of year meditation type thing, and who am I to resist, huh? And you know, 2011 was huge for me in a lot of ways.

I started off in Atlanta, and ended up in Oxford. Believe me, I have no idea where I’ll be this time next year. That fate is terrifyingly in the hands of admissions committees, once again.

2011 was the year I turned 23, the year I really started postgraduate life. I got into Oxford. I started Oxford. I decided I wanted to do an MFA not a PHD.

ILK came into being and totally rocked that being. Going over to the editor side made me learn a lot about how to submit to magazines.  It is amazing to be reading submissions and getting excited about them, but man the small mistakes writers make become really annoying.

I started writing really insistently again, this year, and had poems appear in some wonderful places like PANK, >kill author, Vinyl, ARTIFICE and accepted other places.

I read some amazing stuff too. Heather Christle’s The Trees The Trees, Brenda Hillman’s Practical Water, Ada Limon’s sharks in the rivers, Nate Pritts’ Big Bright Sun, and the list is long and other people have better ones.

Shockingly enough, all this moving around gave me a lot of feelings. Someone yesterday told me that my life pattern is not surprising as I am addicted to the highs and lows. That was a weird thing to be told, especially coming from someone who fights fires for a living.

You know how people say the people, that it’s always the people that make anything? Well yeh, I met some amazing people this last year. From all around. Including a really small person that my sister made. I like her a lot.

So yeh, 2011 was huge. 2012, I worry that you won’t shape up. If you do, I’m ready. Other side of the mountain, new mountain.

 

 

 

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  1. December 27, 2011 7:42 pm

    You might also try his essay entitled “Proprioception” I don’t know if it’s online but it is in his Collected Prose.

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