(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.
Who are many of these poets? I don’t know. Do I even like all of the poetry I read? Probably not.
But I should know what is going on out there, what people are writing, and what others are saying about what they are writing, right?
It’s beautiful, and I’m so excited that I have to share my findings with everyone.
Hello, Absurd World and My Soul Is a Butterfly
Hannah Miet. I don’t know her. I found her through the inner workings of Twitter. Her work is sweet at times, frequently brutalist, I feel. I dig her tight verse. She has two blogs: one of poetry and one of prose. Hannah, who are you? I love you. One of my recent favorites: Milk on the Rocks.
According to his blog, for southern boys who consider poetry, Saeed is an MFA student in creative writing at Rutgers. I came across his blog, again, through Twitter, and I love that his blog is about being a writer.
Full of interviews, suggested reading lists, and so many links to poetry and literature blogs, I think I may drown in all the excitement. I recently picked up my first items from his 2010 reading list: Aimee Bender’s Willful Creatures and An Invisible Sign of My Own.
Dulcetly/dancing girl press/Kristy Bowen
All wrapped into one with embellishments that scream simplicity. Kristy Bowen is a Chicago poet with a love for paper, vintage, and thing DIY. She started dancing girl press, which publishes chapbooks to promote the work of women poets.
I’m seriously impressed by her breadth: more than 50 titles (all handmade editions), an Etsy shop to sell little cutsies and antiques, and a blog, dulcetly, to chronicle her process and activities. Reading her blog has thrown me into a frenzy of poetry and inspiration to get Bird Fly Good up and running.
Thank you, Cindy St. John, for publishing your chapbook with dancing girl press. I would have never found this without you.
I’m overflowing with poetry here, people. But I still need more.