Monday, February 16, 2009
I keep wondering why AWP seems to resist my attempts to interpret it, report on it. For some reason, I don’t think I can write today without first saying a word or two about it, but now that I’ve set down to do that, I think I’d rather be folding clothes.
What I’d like to do is make a long, long list of all the great, sweet people I saw over the weekend. I’d like to say that hearing Thomas James’ poems in the voices of Mark, Rigoberto Gonzales, Tracy Smith, and Mark Wunderlich broke my heart. I’d like to say that being a part of Renata Golden’s memoir panel was delight—-not just to give my talk on nonlinearity, but to listen to Beth Kohl, Christian Sheppard, and Erin Hogan on their ideas for refreshing the form.
So, for those of you who went… (8,000 people? Really?) Are you still as shredded, flooded as I am today?
Below: I sit on Hilton hallway floor in complete exhaustion.