Archive for December, 2009

Verse Daily has a poem (poems) of the year . . .

Posted in poetry with tags , , on 2009/12/31 by jamiejthomas

who knew? Or,as they call it, a “Favorite Poem of 2009.” Is it okay to be bummed that I didn’t win it?

Congrats though to Katy Didden (former poetry ed. of the Missouri Review–the same poetry ed. responsible for both my poems in that mag. (glutton for punishment)).

Her very cool poem “Nest” (originally published in The Journal) has taken that honor. Apparently it was one of four poems to take that honor. Still Kudos to her. Well done.


Post Where I Explain a Few Things

Posted in VS. with tags , , , on 2009/12/31 by jamiejthomas

So, when I originally wrote the intro/bio of myself (one of myselves) during blog-web-conception I was reminded of some self-flaws that I particularly like.

I like to try my thoughts out loud.

I like to use words meaning “never” / “forever” while trying out those thoughts, meaning I’m prone to making knee-jerk statements that are tough to rescind.

I like the conflict of opposites.

I tend to recoil (instinctively or not) from things I’m supposed to like (never liked to take
my medicine I guess).

To Explain:

Bones over Henry – this is a no-brainer, if you ask me. The second or third of the split personalities is always more interesting. Plus his name is Bones.

Coke over Pepsi – an age old demarcation line right up there with Mason/Dixon, Hatfield/McCoy, Cat/Dog, Catholic/Protestant. Everyone cares, everyone has an opinion. Those who say they don’t probably prefer RC.

Koch over Lowell – I’m not going to make tons of friends with this one. Not only is Kenneth Koch a superior poet to Cal, I’d much rather have hung with him at a cocktail party. He’s funnier, not outwardly psychotic, doesn’t take himself too seriously. Look, I know Robert Lowell is a Godfather, and he’s good medicine. I can appreciate that. Very important. Great poet, coined confessional, blah blah etc. I get it. But Koch wrote “A serious moment for the match / is when it burst into flame . . .” and the poem it comes from (all of Koch’s best poems really) is brilliant & funny & aware of its earnestness all at the same time.

Spicoli over Damone – This one was more for the sound—it’s always better to sacrifice truth for music—Spicoli echoes Coke AND Pepsi, and Damone helps keep that long “o” going. I mean, Spicoli is classic, but Damone gets a bad rap. It’s not his fault that Rattner can’t tell the difference between Zepplin IV and Physical Graffiti. Your Mama’s alright, your Daddy’s alright . . . (if it’s been awhile feel free to revisit Ridgemont High, it’ll be worth it, I promise)

So what, I like Christmas lights

Posted in Stuff I assume other people care about with tags , on 2009/12/14 by jamiejthomas

I like Christmas lights. They’re festive. They don’t have to be just for the holidays (I mean, a couple of black lights, a stray road sign or three and some strings of Christmas lights can turn any dorm room into a party).

And they remind me of miniature versions of city skylines at night—and I’m a sucker for skylines at night. Something about all that wired shimmery light.

Back when we were first dating, Stef and I used to drive around during the holidays eating KFC mashed potatoes and looking at the Christmas lights. Sometimes we saw some extraordinary work. More often than not we saw some tacky hackjob shit.

Admittedly I’m hyper-picky. If you’re going to do Christmas (holiday) lights, you’ve got to do it right. That means not too much, not too little, and some sort of evidence of an aesthetic decision or two.

What I don’t like: blue lights, multi-colored lights, twinkling lights, oversized lights, “icicles,” design chaos, plastic figures (including but not limited to Santas, Frostys, Mangers, Baby Jesus, sleighs pulled by reindeer, Disney characters, candy canes, North Poles), any blow-up decorations (they’re big, tacky, and look like deflated balloons during the day).

What’s wrong with a few well-placed strings of single colors on some accent trees in the yard.

Or you could go with . . .

(photo pirated from some blog-thingy)