Friday, November 20, 2009

Thursday's Theatre of Words and Music

A few photos from Cornerstone Books in Salem.


Last night’s reading was terrific! We had a good turnout—maybe 35-40 folks. Many in the crowd came to hear Dawn Paul, who read from her wonderful new book of fiction, The Country of Loneliness.



Reading with a fiction writer and a local favorite gave me the opportunity to share my poems with a new audience. And we both felt that our work complemented each other's, so I hope we can do more readings together in 2010.




Cohost and poet Jennifer Jean did a nice job of setting the scene for the evening, as well as running the open mike. I just love her MJ T-shirt!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Cornerstone

Thanks everyone for the tweets and posts about the Barbara Deming grant. I have to admit, this is a bittersweet time. But it's nice to know that my effors are not in vain.


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If you are around tonight, hope you can come to Cornerstone Books for my reading with writers Dawn Paul and Synnika Lofton. They’re both very talented so I look forward to hearing their work.


Who: January Gill O'Neil, Dawn Paul, Synnika Lofton
What: Thursday's Theatre of Words & Music
Where: Cornerstone Books, 45 Lafayette St., Salem, MA
When: November 19 @ 7 p.m.

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Sadly, I am four days behind in my PAD Challenge. I took tomorrow off to get caught up on a few things, so I hope to write, write, write—as well as take pictures, get together with friends, and BREATHE.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Good News!

I found out today that I was awarded an Individual Artist Grant from Money for Women/Barbara Deming Memorial Fund!! The grant is for the creation of my second manuscript.

The Barbara Deming Memorial Fund Inc. provides grants to individual feminist women in the arts whose work in some way focuses upon women. According to the award letter, there were 90 grant applications in this round, and my proposal was one of nine projects selected. Woo hoo!

Such a strange time for me; I must be doing something right.

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The next award round is for fiction:

Deadline: December 31, 2009
Entry Fee: $20
Grants of up to $1,500 are given twice yearly to feminist writers who are citizens of the United States or Canada. The current round of grants will be awarded to fiction writers. Submit three copies of a short story or novel excerpt of up to 25 pages, a project description, a budget, and a resumé with a $20 entry fee during the month of December. Send an SASE for the required entry form and complete guidelines.

Money for Women/Barbara Deming Memorial Fund, Individual Artist Grants for Women, P.O. Box 309, Wilton, NH 03086. Susan Pliner, Executive Director.

Confession Tuesday

Forgive me, for I have sinned. It's been a week since my last confession … and boy what a week it's been! Happy Tuesday, folks.

Don't forget to say hello to my fellow sinners doin' time in The Confessional.



Later today, the e-vites for my book launch party will go out. I mean, this is all actually happening (read: this sh*t is real. Sorry, I had to go there.).


Also, I have to figure out how many books to order for the launch and send out the e-vite (Oh dear lord— TODAY!). Then I have to figure out the food, find a dress, get a babysitter… I’m just FREAKING OUT!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!
Breathe in. Breathe out. It’s all good, Jan. It’s all good.


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I’m starting to work out in the mornings at home. Didn’t think I was out of shape until I tweaked a calf muscle doing squats. Ugh.


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I don't think I look like Michelle Obama but people tell me I do, so there must be some truth to it.


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While the Poetic Asides challenge is rolling along—poem 17 is due today—I have 15 written. And while it’s a little early, I can definitely see an arc in the subject matter. That’s terrific because it usually takes months for me to see how the poems “live” with each other. So the question becomes: Do I take a fresh look at manuscript #2 to add in these poems, or do I view this grouping as a separate entity? Hmmmmm.


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Just occurred to me that I have my writers’ group tonight, so I can ask them about it.


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The arc in my poetry mirrors the arc of my life, which is a good thing. I'm happy these poems exist.

I heard a quote over the weekend (can't remember who said it), but it really resonated for me:

"Even though there is so much darkness in the world, no one can stopping from creating as much light as we want."


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Lenovo has fixed my mini-laptop free of charge! It should be back from the mother ship in a day or so.


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Started Christmas shopping over the weekend—and so did most of North America, apparently. It felt good to cross a few toys and things off the list. I’m cutting back this year like everyone else. The kids have so much stuff already that I’m working hard to show them the less commercial side of the holidays.


If you’re a friend of mine, know that you are loved but probably not getting a gift from me. If you do, it will be a craft!

Monday, November 16, 2009

PAD Challenge 15

(Need a title.)


The Finest Worksong


She thinks about the young man
making hot chocolate for her
at the coffee shop as he does
every week when she craves
the impersonal sexiness of flirting.
His jet black hair dangles
into his green eyes
while he crafts her drink,
always ready before
she reaches the register.
He smiles, asks how her day is,
and while she knows
it’s his job to whip cream
into a complete and utter frenzy,
she listens intently to talk of football
or crankshafts or whatever crosses
his beautiful, vapid mind
because the surge of neurons
firing in her brain, down the arms,
through the fingertips to accept
that hot cup of wonderful
is enough to lift the wick
of a woman in need of a spark.

Senator Al Franken draws map of USA

Wow! Look at the big brain on Sen. Al Franken, who drew a map of the United States from memory. (Thanks, Dan, for the link.

Thursday's Theatre of Words & Music

Hope to see you there!

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Who: January Gill O'Neil, Dawn Paul, Synnika Lofton
What: Thursday's Theatre of Words & Music
Where: Cornerstone Books, 45 Lafayette St., Salem, MA
When: November 19 @ 7 p.m.
Contact: thursdaytheatreWM@gmail.com

Thursday's Theatre of Words & Music features 3-4 established and emerging writers and artists to read/display/perform their work for the public at Cornerstone Books in Salem, MA, on the fourth Thursday of every month at 7 p.m. An open mic will follow featured writers/artists--artists are chosen on a first-come-first-served basis.
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January Gill O’Neil’s poems and articles have appeared or are forthcoming in The MOM Egg, Crab Creek Review, Ouroboros Review, Drunken Boat, Crab Orchard Review, Callaloo, Babel Fruit, Edible Phoenix, Literary Mama, Field, Seattle Review, Stuff Magazine, Can We Have Our Ball Back, Read Write Poem, and Cave Canem anthologies II and IV. A Cave Canem fellow, her first poetry collection, titled Underlife, will be published by CavanKerry Press in November 2009. She is a senior writer/editor at Babson College, runs a popular blog called Poet Mom, and is the new Poetry Editor of the online culture magazine Bread and Circus.

Dawn Paul’s stories of people, place and loss have been published in print and online journals including The Sun Magazine, 14 Hills, Talking River, The Redwood Coast Review, Blithe House Quarterly, and New Zealand’s Junctures. She has essays on women and wilderness in the Seal Press anthologies Steady as She Goes: Women’s Stories of the Sea and Going It Alone: Women’s Adventures in the Wild. She also runs Corvid Press, a small literary press, and has created collaborative works with actors, dancers and visual artists. Her first novel, Still River, is available from Corvid Press. Dawn’s new novel, The Country of Loneliness (Marick Press 2009), combines memoir and fiction to explore the possibility of making amends for the past. Dawn teaches at Montserrat College of Art.

Synnika Lofton is a poet/recording artist who has recorded 11 albums—including his highly praised debut album, The New Breed—and 16 CD Singles. His poems have been published in Experience Reality Magazine, Quay: A Journal of the Arts, and UpStreet: A Literary Magazine. He wrote the poem, "Sacred Drum," for the Goddard College Presidential Inauguration of President Mark Schulman. His poems, "Guerrilla Ignition" and "Love's Outlaw" appeared in the documentary, Super-Size Me, Too. Through his Global Poetry Project, his poetry has been heard in France, Norway, Switzerland, Japan, Haiti, Venezuela, and Israel. He currently teaches poetry workshops to at-risk youth, high school students, college students, and adults.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

PAD Challenge 14

Chocolate


In a dark time
there is always chocolate.
Each bite is the perfect bite,
sweeping over the hemispheres
of the brain like a lunar eclipse.
Otherworldly in its sweetness
it awakens some hunger,
some growl in you that can’t be sated—
you feed it and it feeds you.
It lingers on the tiny alcoves
of the tongue, leading you into
some momentary depravity,
into desire and longing and sin.
No one can stop you in this place
infused with darkness,
and what you cannot explain
you accept as indulgence
long after it melts.

Weekend Wrap-Up

This has been a really nice weekend. Not only was I able to be a bit of a social butterfly around the Boston area, it has been an amazingly productive weekend (read: no kids!). The rain has finally given way to 60 degree weather and a bit of sun. Hurray!

I'm wrote this at Starbucks. Unfortunately, Wifi was down so I'm posting after the fact.

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I should mention that I had a rotten night of sleep on Friday, which led to me watching the movie The Bodyguard until 3:30 a.m. I mean, how many times has The Bodyguard been on since 1992? Totally my fault for watching the movie, but that made Saturday all the better.

Decided to forgive myself for watching an-awesomely-bad-it's-sooo-good flick and enjoy what was a very wet day. I hung out with my girlfriend Suzie. We ate and shopped all day. I even bought a winter coat—very slimming, indeed!

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Later, after more eating, we went to the Somerville News Writers Festival. Last year the event was held in an old V.A. hall, I believe, so the move this year to Arts at the Armory, a community space in Somerville, was a welcomed change.

Hosts Tim Gager and Doug Holder keep everyone on track with time. But it was clear than that all of the authors were happy to be there. Boston Poet Laureate Sam Cornish came in from another reading. Rick Moody, author of Garden State and (one of my favorite books) The Ice Storm, came in from New York to read. And Margot Livesey read her wonderful work. There were a few no-shows, most notably John Buffalo Mailer, playwright and son of Norman Mailer, who couldn't be there because he was called back to Hollywood, as the story goes, to work on the rewrites for Wall Street II.

Anyhoo … The highlight of the night for me was getting a copy of Steve Almond's new book This Won't Take but a Minute, Honey. He's written several books including Candy Freak and My Life in Heavy Metal, but the new title he has self published. And get this … no ISBN. For those not familiar with ISBNs, that's the unique code given to a book. The number makes it easy to track. In general, bookstore are reluctant to sell titles without ISBNs.


The book itself is a smaller trim size It's about 60 pages of essays and stories. In fact, the essays and stories are separate. So if you're reading stories, you have to flip the book upside down to read the essays. I like that. (Sorry for the lousy photo. Doesn't do the cover justice.)

With I had more time to chat with him because I'm completely fascinated with this approach. I'm always looking at innovative approaches writers use to get their work in front of an audience.

All in all, it was a really great day.

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As for today, I have been an organizational queen, making my lists (there are three) and checking them twice. It's rare that I knock off 10 tasks in a day but I'm almost done. Woo hoo! That left plenty of time to hang with the kids. Gave us plenty of time for them to help me make the meatballs for my spaghetti sauce. Yummy!

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This weekend I lived deliberately. I was in the moment and it felt great. Now, if I can only apply this sensibility to the rest of my week.


Saturday, November 14, 2009

PAD Challenge 13

Praise

Early morning,
the wind and rain clap their hands
in thunderous applause.
Droplets smash all around the house,
and for a moment, it’s as if
I’m being praised for something I did.
I think, “so much applause, I must
have done something brilliant or right.
Keep those joyous explosions coming.”

The rain is continuous, relentless
in its encores and ovations.
Certainly, making a poem
out of water is reason to cheer.
“Congratulations,” says the rain,
“because you are here,
a little damp, but still standing.”

PAD Challenge 12

Toward the End


And then there’s a moment of realization
where he knows he’s made a mistake.
Maybe it happens as he takes a drag
from the day’s first cigarette,
or while he gulps the mid-day coffee—
new habits to shed an old life.
You want to tell him you know
he knows, but don’t. Instead,
you stand there in the astonishing quiet,
in the wake of stale smoke
watching him throw away
a large Styrofoam cup full of butts.

Wet Dog



It's raining horses and cows in downtown Boston! I'm at a Starbucks after just getting my hair done (HA!). I always seem to have hair appointments on rainy days. As a friend of mine told me yesterday, "Maybe I should stop making hair appointments—then we'd have better weather." Yeah, that'll never happen. Everyone looks like a wet dog today.

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Taking some Me Time today since the kids are with their father. Right now, I'm working on one of the three poems I need to complete for my PAD Challenge. Why did I start this challenge again?


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I'm a little stressed out. No, I'm FREAKING OUT about all that I have to do before the book launch party. The date is December 16. Have to send out e-vites on Monday.

The location is set. Starting to plan the menu. I've been envisioning this event for two years, so I should be more prepared. But the book has been "an idea," there but not really there. It was always "out there." Now, we're weeks from publication and a month from the party. And I know this is just the beginning. In the works are videos and a Web site. Not to mention all the other cool stuff coming down the pike in 2010. Good googly moogly!

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"Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too?"
~from Questions of Travel by Elizabeth Bishop

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Tonight I'm attending the Somerville News Literary Festival. It's a well-attended neighborhood event that attracts a lot of talented writers. If the venue's not too dark, I'll post pictures on the blog.

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Lastly, here's an excerpt from an article from one of my favorite sites, Zen Habits.

From the article, "How to Focus on What Truly Matters."

In my life I’ve gone through periods of intense, driven productivity – months where everything fell into place, and my goals almost seemed to accomplish themselves. At the other extreme, there have been times in my life where I was completely overwhelmed, burdened by my different projects and responsibilities – and frustrated because so many of them not only challenged me, but didn’t matter to me. There were days when I asked myself how did I end up here? How did I end up working on all these things that aren’t who I am, and that don’t represent where I am going?
The article has a lot of good advice, and so does the site.

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Happy Saturday!

Friday, November 13, 2009

The Somerville News Writers Festival

This is a fun event. Hope to see you there!

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The Somerville News Writers Festival
Nov 14, 2009
7 p.m.

Also, visit the book fair
11a.m. to 4 p.m.

All at the Arts at the Armory 191
Highland Ave Somerville, Massachusetts.

Some of the readers include:

Rick Moody

Frank Bidart

Sam Cornish

Margot Livesey

Tam Lin Neville

Lise Haines

Steve Almond

and more.....

Tickets: Only a ten spot

The Kundiman Poetry Prize for Asian American writers

Kundiman Inc. is pleased to announce the inauguration of the Kundiman Poetry Prize in partnership with Alice James Books.


The prize is open to emerging and established Asian American poets. The award of $2,000, publication of the winning manuscript, and sponsorship of a reading make this a highly desirable prize.


Submissions are accepted from November 15, 2009 to January 15, 2010. Guidelines for submission are available on the Kundiman Web site.


Alice James Books is a cooperative poetry press with a mission is to seek out and publish the best contemporary poetry by both established and beginning poets, with particular emphasis on involving poets in the publishing process. For more info, visit Alice James Books.


Kundiman was founded in 2002 to provide opportunities for Asian American poets to perfect their skills through education and performance and to promote Asian American literature as a vital part of American letters. Its programs include a summer poetry retreat, held annually since 2004 and a reading series in New York City.


Kundiman’s partnership with Alice James Books for The Kundiman Poetry Prize is made possible through the support of Fordham University.

PAD Challenge 11







How to Love


After stepping into the world again,
there is that question of how to love,
how to bundle yourself against the frosted morning—
the crunch of icy grass underfoot, the scrape
of cold wipers along the windshield
and take what the day brings.
What song to sing down an empty road
as you trudge out on your morning commute?
And is there enough in you to see, really see,
the three wild turkeys crossing the street
with their featherless heads and stilt-like legs
in search of a morning meal? Nothing to do
but hunker down, wait for them to waddle away.
They walk slowly, as if they want to be startled
back into this world. Maybe you do, too,
waiting for all this to give way to love itself,
to look into the eyes of another and feel something,
anything, to see them safely cross despite
your idling car groaning its displeasure
in the early dawn.
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