… the magazine.
My lovely readers -
For a few short months I’ve been writing primarily about Austin, food, my poodle, and being crafty. Bird Fly Good has been a fun avenue for expressing how much I love this great city and writing in general.
As previously mentioned in recent blog posts, I’ve started a small press and magazine called Bird Fly Good in which I hope to publish small runs of poetry. The inspiration behind the project is, again, Austin and making books.
Bird Fly Good will continue to exist in small press form and I encourage and ask you all to continue following and reading the new blog where I will be solely focused on writing about poetry and the small press realm.
I will eventually start another personal blog where I will document, report on, and obsess over things, much like what has happened here over the last few months.
Thanks, again. Bird Fly Good promises to continue loving you from elsewhere.
birdflygood [dot] com
I wish I was more artistic. More creative. I wish I had the ability to make stuff like my own clothes or household knick-knacks, or even the talent to paint a decent picture.
I use words instead. Words and paper.
According to 2010 New Year’s Resolution No. 1, I’m going to be making a fat collection of words on paper with the first issue of Bird Fly Good, a new journal of poetry with work from some of my favorite poets from Austin and elsewhere. I’ll be putting some of my snazzy new bookbinding skills to the test, and my dear friend and talented designer Katie Daly will be busting out the design for the cover. Continue reading
Charley Harper (August 4, 1922 – June 10, 2007) was a child. More like a grown-man child who created the illuminating illustrations that wore the covers and insides of textbooks, magazines, and posters in the mid-twentieth century.
No matter the work, his geometric style and minimalism bring me back to childhood, back when a single intricate shape or color would astound me, grapple my attention, and keep me wanting more.
Last Christmas I received one of the best gifts from my sister. It was the gift of imagination. The gift of my youth. The gift of more than 400 page of beating art in a big fat coffee table book. It was Charley Harper in a box.
I love his images of natural settings.
I love all of his images of animals.
I also love his images of people with animals.
And I equally love the more morbid images of animals.
More info about Charley and images for your viewing pleasure.
(As if the news wasn’t enough.)
I’m becoming more enveloped in reading poetry these days.
My reading and writing alternate with the seasons, perhaps, and these days I’m beginning to enter a new period of furiously searching, finding, and falling in love with new poets.
I have the Internet to thank for this obsession. I simply have to open a browser, go to only one or two of my frequented poetry blogs, and the witch hunt begins.
I click and bounce from blog to blog, site to site, promoting and oozing with poetry. Continue reading
Where has my blogging life been? Nonexistent. I’ve been swamped with other duties including holiday dinners, transitioning to a somewhat-vegan diet, and figuring out what 2010 is going to be all about. I’ve also been trying to figure out how to stay warm. Texans aren’t used to such wind chills and 37 degree highs. I’ll be damned if I move to any cold weather climate and have to stay there.
I’d become a marshmallow. This is me on a wintery day in Austin with a snow flake, circa 2007:
Onto the resolutions:
In the past, I’ve simply made the resolutions, completely forgotten about them, and spent the month of December trying to remember what the old resolutions were before I attempt to set new ones for the following year. It’s a vicious cycle. Continue reading