So...everyone's musing on the dying away of yet another year, so i might as well add my two cents, eh?
Two thousand six was a good year, all in all (though my pessimistic side is screaming bloody murder at me for admitting that): I finally finished my B.A. at UC Berkeley (only seven years! yeehah!), I'm applying for MFA programs in poetics, and I finally got my first poem published (outside of those college journals where you just know they're going to accept ONE of your poems, for chrissakes) at www.killpoet.com (gratuitous self-promotion!), and i was just interviewed for a documentary film on current american poetry by film-maker and indie publisher alveraz. All in all, a great many things done that seemed to hover on too-distant horizons for just too many fucking years.
And yet, summing it all up like that, it really doesn't seem like all that much.
I guess that's just the nature of retrospection, though.
"Objects seen in mirror may be closer than they appear"
Two thousand six was a good year, all in all (though my pessimistic side is screaming bloody murder at me for admitting that): I finally finished my B.A. at UC Berkeley (only seven years! yeehah!), I'm applying for MFA programs in poetics, and I finally got my first poem published (outside of those college journals where you just know they're going to accept ONE of your poems, for chrissakes) at www.killpoet.com (gratuitous self-promotion!), and i was just interviewed for a documentary film on current american poetry by film-maker and indie publisher alveraz. All in all, a great many things done that seemed to hover on too-distant horizons for just too many fucking years.
And yet, summing it all up like that, it really doesn't seem like all that much.
I guess that's just the nature of retrospection, though.
"Objects seen in mirror may be closer than they appear"
girthy:
welcome to sg!