tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7052498789938024322024-02-19T03:15:49.951-08:00Andrea Beltran: Poet TreeAndrea (Andee) Beltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.comBlogger145125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705249878993802432.post-5676637165359148692012-10-12T06:57:00.001-07:002012-10-12T07:00:29.231-07:00Moving to WordPress!<div style="font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em; margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0;">
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Some photographs from this year's Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta:</div>
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<br />Andrea (Andee) Beltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705249878993802432.post-11580507841004899732012-09-27T06:53:00.000-07:002012-09-27T06:53:38.800-07:00Take a Poem, Leave a Poem IIIt's time for another Take a Poem, Leave a Poem segment on the blog. To show you how it works, my <a href="http://andreakristen.blogspot.com/2012/08/take-poem-leave-poem.html?showComment=1346604064735#c8440843876406533894" target="_blank">first Take a Poem, Leave a Poem post</a> is below:<br />
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I've been inspired by the "take a penny, leave a penny" jar at the local deli.
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Poems in the jar today:<br />
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<a href="http://blog.bestamericanpoetry.com/the_best_american_poetry/2010/10/brian-clements-presents-a-poem-by-jack-myers.html" target="_blank">"Arf" by Jack Myers</a><br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=biJ3FP8aDjY" target="_blank">Naomi Shihab Nye reading her found poem "One Boy Told Me"</a><br />
<a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16545" target="_blank">"Con el dolor de la mortal herida" or "Love Opened a Mortal Wound" by Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, translated by Jaime Manrique and Joan Larkin</a><br />
<a href="http://shenandoahliterary.org/61/in-praise-of-noise/" target="_blank">"In Praise of Noise" by James Arthur</a><br />
<a href="http://anti-poetry.com/biddingerma2-1/" target="_blank">"A Coin-Operated Railroad" by Mary Biddinger </a><br />
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Happy reading! AndreaAndrea (Andee) Beltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705249878993802432.post-44370799505794663762012-09-12T07:03:00.000-07:002012-09-12T14:19:20.961-07:00Arizona's Banned Books<br />
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Last week was the 30th anniversary of <a href="http://www.ala.org/advocacy/banned/bannedbooksweek" target="_blank">Banned Books Week</a>. Coincidentally, Librotraficante's underground library was set to open at the main YWCA branch here in El Paso this past Saturday. The <a href="http://ala.org/" target="_blank">American Library Association</a> states that "while books have been and continue to be banned, part of the Banned Books Week celebration is the fact that, in a majority of cases, the books have remained available. This happens only thanks to the efforts of librarians, teachers, students, and community members who stand up and speak out for the freedom to read."<br />
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I'm proud to have witnessed such efforts this weekend in my hometown. The vision and dedication of Tony Diaz from Librotraficante and Cemellí de Aztlán and Sandra Braham of the YWCA is inspiring. People were moved to tears during and after the organizers and guests spoke about the importance of saving our books for future generations. The company producing Rudolfo Anaya's <i>Bless Me, Ultima </i>as a movie (release date is September 21, 2012), donated 40 copies of the book, 20 in English and 20 in Spanish. I watched a woman brush away tears while signing out one of these copies and will never underestimate the power of a book again.<br />
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If Arizona is banning Mexican-American studies and confiscating books as if they're illegal drugs, what is going to happen to the education and supporting literature of other cultures, the very cultures like our own who helped define America over the past decades?<br />
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How can we help save these books? Donate a book, read one of these books and share it with a friend or family member, host a book club, help sponsor an upcoming event, just go out and witness an event such as this in your local area.<br />
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"I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples." - Mother Teresa<br />
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<a href="http://www.elpasotimes.com/news/ci_20024398" target="_blank">Activists defend Chicano literature</a> - <i>El Paso Times, </i>February 2012<br />
<a href="http://www.texasobserver.org/culture/librotraficante" target="_blank">Librotraficante: On the way to Arizona </a>- <i>The Texas Observer</i>, March 2012<br />
<a href="http://www.elpasotimes.com/ci_21496756/el-paso-underground-library-fight-bans-books?IADID=Search-www.elpasotimes.com-www.elpasotimes.com" target="_blank">El Paso library to fight bans on books</a> - <i>El Paso Times</i>, September 2012<br />
<a href="http://librotraficante.com/images/BannedListAnnotatedBibliography.pdf" style="text-align: center;" target="_blank">The Battleground for America's Narrative: An Annotated Bibliography of 80 Banned Books in America</a><span style="text-align: center;"> - </span><i style="text-align: center;">Compiled by Elaine Romero</i><span style="text-align: center;">, located on <a href="http://www.librotraficante.com/" target="_blank">Librotraficante's website</a></span><br />
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Andrea (Andee) Beltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705249878993802432.post-36939002544879211392012-09-06T07:03:00.002-07:002012-09-06T07:03:40.109-07:00Why Do You Write?Purpose has been on my mind lately. Passion has been on my mind lately too. I'm working on my statement of purpose and a few critical essays for the upcoming MFA application season. After reading too many essays and comments about the "To MFA or not" debate, my mind's become a little foggy. What is it really that I'm seeking? Why am I wanting to pursue my MFA? One answer: To become a better read and writer.<br />
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I came upon this essay by Junot Díaz yesterday afternoon: "<a href="http://www.oprah.com/spirit/Junot-Diaz-Talks-About-What-Made-Him-Become-a-Writer" target="_blank">Becoming a Writer</a>." To quote from his last paragraph: "...a writer is a writer because even when there is no hope, even when nothing you do shows any sign of promise, you keep writing anyway."<br />
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The fog is beginning to clear, and I'm still writing. I hope you are too.<br />
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P.S. If you're a fan of Junot Díaz's work, his new book <i><a href="http://www.junotdiaz.com/books/this-is-how-you-lose-her/" target="_blank">This is How You Lose Her</a></i> hits bookstores on September 11th.<br />
<br />Andrea (Andee) Beltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705249878993802432.post-37954212286107681332012-08-23T18:54:00.000-07:002012-08-24T07:07:42.242-07:00Take a Poem, Leave a Poem<div style="text-align: center;">
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I've been inspired by the "take a penny, leave a penny" jar at the local deli.</div>
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Poems in the jar today:</div>
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xZCejTDdr6E" target="_blank">W.S. Merwin reading "Yesterday"</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.thesunmagazine.org/issues/440/selected_poems" target="_blank">"Wondrous" by Sarah Freligh</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2009/06/08/090608po_poem_limon" target="_blank">"Crush" by Ada Limon</a><br />
<a href="http://youtu.be/LY0YrwKvEbE" target="_blank">Saeed Jones reading "The Blue Dress in Mother's Closet"</a></div>
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Happy reading! Andrea</div>
<br />Andrea (Andee) Beltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705249878993802432.post-59644291144421711312012-08-17T05:23:00.001-07:002012-08-17T05:23:20.509-07:00A Found Poem Inspired by ElvisYesterday marked 35 years since Elvis' untimely passing. I know I'm a day late, but what better day than a Friday to celebrate The King? Here's a found poem I wrote comprised entirely of titles from a good number of his songs:<br />
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You don’t have to say you love me</div>
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Apron strings, a pocketful of rainbows,</div>
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the grass won’t pay no mind.
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house. A boy like me, a girl like you, even the bullfighter</div>
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was a lady. How would
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in blue Hawaii while little sister is shopping</div>
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around? There ain’t
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that loved look. The
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suede shoes, it’s impossible to make the world</div>
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go away. I want you,
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you, and though it’s a sin, kiss me quick</div>
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in the Kentucky rain.
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to Spain, I didn’t make it on playing guitar. Write to me </div>
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from Naples, surrender until it’s time for you</div>
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to go. It’s now or never in this heartbreak hotel, </div>
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just let me make believe for a while. Suspicious </div>
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minds, don’t be cruel, even a house that has everything </div>
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<br />Andrea (Andee) Beltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705249878993802432.post-48930315554322075782012-08-10T07:37:00.002-07:002012-08-10T07:37:54.614-07:00Small Talk about Heavy PettingIf you haven't read <a href="http://yesyesbooks.com/store/book/0000001/" target="_blank">Gregory Sherl's poetry collection <i>Heavy Petting</i></a> from <i><a href="http://yesyesbooks.com/" target="_blank">YesYes Books</a></i>, you need to put it on your reading list. Even if you're not a huge fan of poetry. I'm enamored with it. I take baths with it. I sleep with it on my back lawn. I brush my teeth and stare at it longing for my hands to be free so I can read it some more.<br />
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When I found out I won this book thanks to the great people at <i>YesYes Books</i>, a friend mentioned that this book was her boyfriend for a good while. Now I know what she meant. And yesterday, I came across the poem "Opening Credits" and my lust level reached a new height. I'd fall in love with the man who wrote me a poem with lines such as these:<br />
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<i>Let me stay in the morning and I'll read you the backs of cereal boxes.</i></div>
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This book is a wild ride through obsessive-compulsive disorder about the little things in life that thrill us like cereal, Crystal Light, cookies, TV, nostalgia for our youth, and the larger things in life like love, sex, and fear. It's an oxymoron that keeps you coming back for more.</div>
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<a href="http://linebreak.org/poems/sestina-for-your-dead-heart/" target="_blank">"Sestina for Your Dead Heart" (text and audio) - from <i>Heavy Petting</i></a></div>
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<a href="http://monkeybicycle.net/blog/review-interview-heavy-petting-by-gregory-sherl/" target="_blank">Interview with Gregory Sherl at <i>Monkeybicycle</i></a></div>
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What have you been reading?</div>
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<br />Andrea (Andee) Beltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705249878993802432.post-37629694149178941942012-08-03T07:30:00.000-07:002012-08-03T07:30:02.257-07:00Imaginary LivesI'm working through <i>The Artist's Way</i> a little more slowly than I would like thanks to a hectic work schedule and the travel that comes along with it. After being gone from home for a little over two weeks, it was nice to sit down for my morning pages and ponder this question: "If you had five other lives to lead, what would you do in each of them?"<br />
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1. Travel writer<br />
2. Novelist/Poet<br />
3. A mom<br />
4. A singer/songwriter with a devoted little following but not enough of one to make me "famous"<br />
5. An anchor alongside Diane Sawyer<br />
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What five other lives do you imagine yourself living?<br />
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I'll conclude with the lovely little poem <a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16075" target="_blank">Dreams by Langston Hughes.</a>Andrea (Andee) Beltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705249878993802432.post-86540332366510267882012-07-17T17:05:00.000-07:002012-07-17T17:05:24.697-07:00Why We Read<br />
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"We read to find ourselves, more fully and more strangely than otherwise we could hope to find." </div>
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<a href="http://www.pshares.org/read/article-detail.cfm?intArticleID=9649" target="_blank">Lauren Groff's essay "Swimming: A Plan B Essay"</a> is a brilliantly written piece comparing the process and passion of a swimmer with that of a writer. Groff writes, "Full immersion, of course, is the highest level of anything." If this essay doesn't inspire one to write, I don't know what else can. I hope you are as moved by it as I am. This one's going on my office bulletin board.<br />
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<a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/237026" target="_blank">Bob Hicock's poem "Learning to Swim"</a> came to mind when reading Groff's essay. Learning to swim is finding one's salvation, no matter how you look at it.<br />
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<br />Andrea (Andee) Beltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705249878993802432.post-67443502273385754132012-07-05T07:21:00.001-07:002012-07-05T13:34:12.561-07:00The Shadow Artist Emerges<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Remember that little bookstore, The Bookstore, I walked to in the rain while I was in Lenox? Well, I didn't tell you what happened there, did I?</div>
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A little bit of serendipity. A little bit of the world telling me I was right where I needed to be, that I wasn't a fool for attending a writing workshop after all. I think Jack was smiling at me that day. Why, you ask?</div>
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While browsing through the poetry section in this bookstore, I noticed a small cardboard box in a chair, to the left of the bookshelf. There were dozens of old <i>Poetry</i> issues inside. The sign on the box read, "Old Poetry Issues. $2.50 each. Take a few."</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Drove from Albany, NY to Lenox, MA listening to the new Norah Jones album "Little Broken Hearts"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The lovely group of people I shared my trip and lots of poetry with</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I walked to this bookstore in the rain one day. The blisters on my feet were worth it! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A view from <a href="http://www.edithwharton.org/" target="_blank">The Mount - Edith Wharton's estate</a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">About to start our tour of this divine home</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I'd like to have a view like this!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The library - so much light it was hard to get a good shot!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What a sight to end the day!<br />
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<br />Andrea (Andee) Beltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705249878993802432.post-11282564503111778562012-05-10T07:38:00.002-07:002012-05-10T07:38:50.403-07:00Poetry Pairing: TravelI'll be visiting <a href="http://www.millaysociety.org/millaysteepletop.htm" target="_blank">Steepletop</a>, Edna St. Vincent Millay's home, soon, and thought a pairing with her poem <a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20745" target="_blank">"Travel"</a> would be appropriate for this week.<br />
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"Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take<br />
No matter where it's going."<br />
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Where is your train taking you? Mine is on it's way here:<br />
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I'll close with a piece by Jonah Lehrer on the "secret tonic of creativity" and <a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/travel/2010/mar/14/why-travel-makes-you-smarter" target="_blank">"Why we travel."</a><br />
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I'll be on a blog break through June. Wishing everyone happiness wherever your travels take you!</div>
</div>Andrea (Andee) Beltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705249878993802432.post-3996586897493875072012-05-03T11:46:00.002-07:002012-05-03T11:48:17.596-07:00Poetry Pairing: To the Angelbeast and a SongThis week's poetry pairing comes to us from <a href="http://www.twitter.com/peterbirckhead" target="_blank">Peter Birckhead</a> (a favorite Tweeter of mine who always brings a fresh perspective on things), who shared the below video of a song by Arthur Russell as a pairing to Eduardo C. Corral's poem <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/243158" target="_blank">"To the Angelbeast."</a><br />
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Thank you, Peter, for this exquisite pairing!<br />
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<b><i>From Corral's poem: "All that glitters isn't music...Am I not your animal?"</i></b></div>
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And I know I was only going to do the poetry pairings for National Poetry Month, but I've enjoyed it too much to stop. That being said, if you have a pairing you'd like to feature, please let me know, as I am always open for guest bloggers.</div>
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Smile, Andrea</div>Andrea (Andee) Beltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705249878993802432.post-51025222560364207162012-04-26T05:42:00.001-07:002012-04-26T09:12:14.846-07:00Poetry Pairing: Technology and Conversation<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I'm fascinated by this article from <i>The New York Times</i>: <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2012/04/22/opinion/sunday/the-flight-from-conversation.html?pagewanted=1&_r=2" target="_blank">"The Flight from Conversation" by Sherry Turkle</a> about how technology has affected the ways we communicate with each other and what it means for the future of our relationships. Turkle concludes with, "So I say, look up, look at one another, and let's start the conversation." I've been fortunate to have a few of these face-to-face conversations this week and the power of the spoken word versus text amazes me. I have a greater appreciation for those who are willing to forgo a text conversation for an actual phone call lately too.<br />
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A few days after reading this article, I happened upon <a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/22501" target="_blank">Anna Moschovakis' poem "ninth: a conversation between Annabot and the Human Machine on the subject of overpowering emotion."</a><br />
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From the poem:<br />
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ANNABOT: I cannot feel your hand.<br />
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HUMAN MACHINE: I cannot feel your heart.<br />
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I am going to work on doing more of the above going forward.<br />
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Anything else you can think to pair with these?<br />
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AND don't forget today's <a href="http://www.poets.org/page.php/prmID/406" target="_blank">Poem in Your Pocket Day</a>! I've got <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/240158" target="_blank">"Advice from La Llorona" by Deborah A. Miranda</a> in mine. What's in yours?Andrea (Andee) Beltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705249878993802432.post-68513562272820243602012-04-19T08:09:00.000-07:002012-04-19T08:09:25.068-07:00Poetry Pairing: Annabel LeeEdgar Allan Poe is the first poet I discovered during my elementary school years. I purchased a small book of his poems from the Scholastic book fair held in the library and fell in love, most especially with "<a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174151" target="_blank">Annabel Lee.</a>" Who wouldn't want to be loved "with a love that was more than love"? (Oh, I now feel sorry for all my pre-teen and teen loves!) All these years later, this poem still enchants me.<br />
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I recently downloaded Stevie Nicks' new album "In Your Dreams" and after the first song I was hooked. After hearing "Annabel Lee" in the lucky number 7 slot, I fell hard. Perfect voice to sing this haunting tale. Listen for yourself:<br />
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I was even more thrilled to come across <a href="http://www.poetrysociety.org/psa/poetry/crossroads/first_loves/first_loves/" target="_blank">Yusef Komunyakaa's essay on his first love</a>, this very poem by Edgar Allan Poe. He writes: "At nine years old, I knew next to nothing about this kind of love, although I had been lightly touched by an element of it in the blues that drifted out of the radios in our kitchen and living room. To know this great longing through words made me tremble inside my skin, and I believe it helped me traverse some new territory in my imagination."<br />
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What poem or story was your first love?</div>Andrea (Andee) Beltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705249878993802432.post-58494605919590628242012-04-12T07:00:00.000-07:002012-04-12T07:05:46.051-07:00Poetry Pairing: The Library as HomeIt's National Library Week, so what better way to celebrate libraries and National Poetry Month than with another poetry pairing? And like last week, there's an added bonus.<br />
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The New York Public Library put together a powerful video starring a few of it's loyal patrons answering the question: "Where Do You Call Home?"<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">This video made me think of <a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20134" target="_blank">Charles Simic's poem "In the Library."</a> A few lines from it:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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Through the tall windows.<br />
The library is a quiet place.<br />
Angels and gods huddled<br />
In dark unopened books.<br />
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And for the added bonus, you can read Simic's moving essay for <i><a href="http://nybooks.com/" target="_blank">The New York Review of Books</a></i>: <a href="http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2011/may/18/country-without-libraries/" target="_blank">"A Country Without Libraries."</a><br />
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How do you feel about your local library? </div>Andrea (Andee) Beltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705249878993802432.post-89069621470391381572012-04-05T07:16:00.000-07:002012-04-05T07:16:25.466-07:00Poetry Pairing: The "&"<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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While reading <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/kingdom-animalia-aracelis-girmay/1101007201" target="_blank"><i>Kingdom Animalia </i>by Aracelis Girmay</a>, I was struck by the use of the & in place of "and" and even more struck when I came upon her poem employing it as its title. I've searched for this poem online to no avail and wish I could share the whole poem with you here, but hopefully this snippet will satisfy:<br />
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but even more<br />
giving, you remind us<br />
of the heart & how<br />
the heart would<br />
rather die thank keep<br />
its two dark arms<br />
all to himself;<br />
his life, like our lives,<br />
depends on what is at his side.<br />
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In an <a href="http://therumpus.net/2011/09/the-rumpus-poetry-book-club-chat-with-aracelis-girmay/" target="_blank">interview with <i>The Rumpus</i></a>, Girmay is asked about her use of ampersands in her writing and responds:<br />
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"I love the muscle of the "&"-- a muscular shape, a mustache, too. Kind of infinity. But not. A highway...<br />
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All this led me back to a story that intrigued me a few months back: <a href="http://www.pw.org/content/poets_ampersands?cmnt_all=1" target="_blank">Poets & Ampersands</a> in <i><a href="http://www.pw.org/" target="_blank">Poets&Writers'</a> </i>January/February 2012 issue.<br />
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This has evolved from a pairing but I think it makes for an interesting subject! Do you use the "&" in your writing? Why or why not? And what are your thoughts on its use?<br />
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And please, feel free to add your own pairing to this!Andrea (Andee) Beltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705249878993802432.post-60287819223660760342012-04-02T08:35:00.001-07:002012-04-02T08:39:02.822-07:00Eating Poetry This Month<iframe frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/embed/video/xjy7ov" width="480"></iframe><br />
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Happy National Poetry Month! Not only are flowers revealing themselves and trees beginning to bid with new life, but poetry is blooming too! I hope you'll be eating poetry with me this month as well.</div>
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A few ideas for celebrating:</div>
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<i><a href="http://www.foundpoetryreview.com/" target="_blank">The Found Poetry Review</a> </i>started The Found Poetry Project and made poetry kits for distribution this month. You can either try to find some in your city or you can <a href="http://www.foundpoetryproject.com/create-poetry-kits/" target="_blank">make your own and get them out</a> into your community! Five of them are going out in El Paso!</div>
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<a href="http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides" target="_blank">Robert Lee Brewer's Poem-A-Day challenge </a>kicked off yesterday. I participated in this last year and found his writing prompts really helped to get the creativity flowing. My advice: Just write, write, write. Use May to go back and revise. Just get the thoughts down on paper (or into the computer)!</div>
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<a href="http://www.napowrimo.net/" target="_blank">Maureen Thorson's NaPoWriMo</a> site with daily prompts is another great challenge as well. I am still trying to decide between the two and don't want to overwhelm myself with both. A friend of mine made a good suggestion: choose one prompt a day from either challenge and write all the prompts down for later.</div>
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<a href="http://www.poets.org/page.php/prmID/94" target="_blank">30 Ways to Celebrate via Poets.org</a><br />
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<a href="http://randallweiss.wordpress.com/2012/03/28/10-national-poetry-month-activities/" target="_blank">Randall Weiss shares his 10 National Poetry Month Activity</a> suggestions. My favorite is #11.</div>
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There are also lots of people holding contests on their blogs for poetry book giveaways this month. <a href="http://jessiecarty.com/2012/03/31/poetry-book-giveaway-2012/" target="_blank">Jessie Carty</a> is one you should definitely check out. I've read two of her chapbooks now and really enjoy her work.</div>
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It's never too late to give away a book yourself either!</div>
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I'm going to do a poetry pairing each Thursday on the blog for April. Stay tuned. I'm excited.</div>
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Enjoy April! Andrea</div>
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P.S. If you have any other ideas for National Poetry Month, please share with us!</div>
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<br /></div>Andrea (Andee) Beltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705249878993802432.post-87228549759865457612012-03-24T12:47:00.000-07:002012-03-24T12:47:59.692-07:00Break TimeI know it's hardly been a week but I've decided I need to take a small break from blogging. I will continue to read all the blogs I love, but I've been experiencing an overwhelming feeling to listen to to world instead of talk to it. I'm going to do that for a while. I also have a writing retreat coming up in May I need to prepare for!<br />
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See you soon! Andrea<br />
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<br />Andrea (Andee) Beltranhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02200735123058256864noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-705249878993802432.post-16288425845654220582012-03-18T13:27:00.003-07:002012-03-18T13:28:51.374-07:00Almost Invisible and Other Good Finds<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Mark Strand has a new book out! I need to order <i><a href="http://hereandnow.wbur.org/2012/03/13/mark-strand-invisible" target="_blank">Almost Invisible</a>. </i>It's on my wish list for now because I have too many books in the pile, but I may just have to skip over a few and come back to them! My poem for the week is Strand's <a href="http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2012/01/03" target="_blank">"Harmony in the Boudoir"</a> from this new collection.<br />
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A few other good finds from this past week:<br />
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Another book I can't wait to get my hands and eyes on: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_958076244">Jack Gilbert's </a><i><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2012/03/14/books/collected-poems-by-jack-gilbert.html?_r=1&smid=tw-nytimesarts&seid=auto" target="_blank">Collected Poems</a> </i><br />
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<a href="http://fuckyeahmanuscripts.tumblr.com/post/16651156064/pavorst-roald-dahl" target="_blank">"How to write a letter to a fan" by Roald Dahl</a><br />
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I love this flash fiction story by Tawnysha Greene in <i>Dogplotz</i>: <a href="http://www.dogzplot.blogspot.com/2012/03/woman-things-tawnysha-greene.html" target="_blank">"Woman Things"</a><br />
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What's going on in your world? What are your good finds of the week?<br />
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I'll conclude this post with a tweet that made me stop and reflect on my writing life (I need to listen more!) from <a href="http://www.poetshouse.org/" target="_blank">Poets House</a>:<br />
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We sit together, the mountain and me,<br />
until only the mountain remains.<br />
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<a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/ralph-angel" target="_blank">Ralph Angel</a> reads a handful of poems</div>
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Going through some old journals this weekend, I found a sheet titled "Workshop Notes - Ralph Angel!! 4/21/07." The excitement I felt at finding these notes is similar to what I felt walking into that workshop with a writer I adored. I was so nervous, I can't remember half of the workshop, so thank goodness for these notes:</div>
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Anytime you can, use the pure noun and verb.</div>
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Vagueness never conveys vagueness.</div>
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If you have a heavy-handed subject, you cannot treat it heavy-handedly. (See <a href="http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20212" target="_blank">Cesar Vallejo's "Weary Rings</a>)</div>
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Poetry: language for a language that cannot be articulated. Art exists because it cannot be said.</div>
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What do you think about Angel's explanation of why art exists? </div>
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