So the really wonderful ladies over at Blue Hour press were nice enough to nominate my poem, Worship for a Pushcart. The Pushcart is a best of the small press award. I think it’s 100% awesome that out of all the poems that Blue Hour published this year, they picked mine. I can’t thank them enough for their support. As I’ve said before, I have the utmost respect for small presses.
Speaking of poetry, I’ve started writing a chapbook tentatively titled How To Be An American. Normally when I put a chapbook together, I just haphazardly throw together 50-60 poems and hope for the best. But this time, I’m writing with a theme.
So I’ve been reading this book called Culture Shock: America which was written to acclimate new immigrants to the weird ways of Americans. The whole things has been sort of strange because while the book definitely has gross assumptions and stereotypes, some of it hits so close to home it’s unsettling. I pulling a line from the book and then writing a poem. Like this:
Americans Have an Enthusiastic Look. They Feel Empowered. No one Else Has That Special Kind of Confidence
Making our way through Paris,
my husband has left behind the baseball caps
that normally grace his head.
We’ve packed only plain t-shirts.
We keep the map folded, out of sight in our back pocket.
We speak in low, hushed tones
anxious about speaking English
and our American accents
here he comes, in tight jeans, a small scarf,
his face shaved,
crossing the wide open
space of the garden
points and says “Obama, ça va?”
He gives us a thumbs-up and a too loud laugh before passing.
So this weekend, I went to see the Chagall exhibit at the Jewish Museum and on the way, had a conversation with the mister about ny and he was telling me about this thing that he read on Salon (which I can’t find to link to) about two competing writers talking about the cost of NYC. Here’s my take on this. Rent is high, but there are so many cheap/free things to do in the city it’s insane. All summer there are free movies, free Shakespeare in the Park, plays that have discounted nights, nearly every museum has a free day. For instance every Saturday you can see these for free from now until February:
and every friday night, you can go to the MoMA, like we did after the Chagall, and see these for free:
and you know, not to mention this:
And then afterwards you’ll spend all day singing Rene and Georgette Magritte with their dog….after the war. (Curse you Paul Simon!)
All I’m saying is it’s a pretty good deal. People should really take advantage of it.
Peace, love and arty-happiness,