I was reminded of someone today I hadn’t thought about in years. When I was a yuffie in L.A., maybe 1991 or so, I met this woman through friends. She was a little younger than me, maybe 21 to my 26, and she was a poet. She’d had some local success getting reading gigs, putting out a chapbook etc. We talked on the phone a bit and then hung out some, went to dinner. She appeared to lose interest in me as a friend as soon as it was clear we weren’t going to be dating.
She was attractive in a number of ways: hyperintelligent, book-crazy, talkative. I was kind of sad to see her fade away. She was also a 21-year-old poet, so self-obsessed and nutty. I remember talking to her about the UCI writing program, because my dad was just retiring from teaching in it.
So I hadn’t thought about her forever, and then the subject of the dreariness of rural Illinois came up, which is where she was from. And I googled her. Holy cats, she’s a professor in England now! She also has some poetry online at the Shearsman site here and also here.
Still cute too. 🙂 Glad she made a living out of it. The soybean harvest didn’t sound fun.
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😉 😉 😉 😉 😉
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The Divining for Starters poems were good. I picture Michael Stipe singing them in a parallel universe.
It’s always nice to find out that cute and decent people are making good in the world, but then you wish they were still around.
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Haiku haiku pome
Wow, that’s the first time in like forever that I have seen poetry that didn’t immediately make me want to stab people because of awfulness.
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Woooooot! That’s some wonderful poetry. What a lot of fun! I mean, I’ve found people I know online but they’ve been people who were not very nice. This is much better. =)
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Lovely poetry, and also Bath is the best place, such great atmosphere and beautiful scenery. Lucky (and talented) girl. I love it when good things happen to good people.
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