The DC poets rang in the new year with good cheer and unmatched good company at Dan’s house. Tom, Lorraine, Maureen, Ray, Adam– we missed ya’ll. The addition of Sandra and Ben made the loss of Bill and cris bearable, and although there was only one broken beer bottle, Sandra, Ben and Mel provided a memorable performance of Is That Wool Hat My Hat? Ah… today I am happy, cozy and sleepy.
My resolutions from last year: “I will stop eating meat. Except for fish. And maybe eggs. I know it’s horrible to eat eggs but I like them. No more poultry, beef, pork, etc. Sushi stays. Baby steps. I will be silent in some places and loud in others. I will read my poetry out loud, but I will stop talking about some things with some people. I will try to read all of my assignments for school instead of not giving a damn. I will take my Orals. I will take my German proficiency exam. I will pay off my credit card. I will start outlining, researching, and perhaps writing my dissertation on plastic poetry. I will give more compliments. I will remember myself. I will publish Organic Furniture Cellar if no one takes it by May. I will finish butterflies. I will start the next project. I will conquer my fear of the telephone. I will try to calm down.”
I didn’t stop eating meat altogether, but I cut down my meat consumption dramatically and I’m happy with that. I got louder in the places I wanted to be quiet. I read poetry aloud some but also chickened out some. Obviously, I fell further behind in school. I took the French proficiency exam, but not the German one. Haven’t paid off my credit card. Haven’t worked on the diss. Have given more compliments. Have remembered myself, at least partially. Published Organic Furniture Cellar. Finished butterflies. Currently beginning new project (not to mention the publishing projects I began this year). Still anti-phone. Still hyperactive.
I only have one resolution for this year. It is: no falling in love.
Next year I want to see the Burlesque poets– Sandra, Reb, Carly– at Dan’s. I think it’s weird that all the DC poets don’t hang out together. I don’t think there’s any antipathy. I think we’re just lazy about getting together.
Kaplan’s photos are up.