A poem from the ms (poem titled "Orgasm") was taken today by RHINO! Very exciting.
Going walleye and crappie fishing tomorrow. Also very exciting.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
F. Daniel Rzicznek on Poetry Daily
My friend, co-editor, fishing buddy, and general accomplice is featured on Poetry Daily today. Go check it out. You won't be disappointed.
And if you know what's up, you'll definitely be first in line for Rzicznek's May Swenson winning book, Neck of the World, this coming month!
And if you know what's up, you'll definitely be first in line for Rzicznek's May Swenson winning book, Neck of the World, this coming month!
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Holy Chicken Nugget, Batman!
It's been over a month. A quick update and a tag I should have answered a month ago (so so sorry, Amanda):
Had a poem, "Lake Big Arbor Vitae," taken at Redactions. Otherwise, rejections galore. Been kinda down about it. But I'm pushing forward on the new project. Things are moving along, but I'm pretty sure I just got passed by the snail in lane four....
Went to my baby brother's High School Graduation party. The cops came and shut down the live band after only 20 minutes of high-octane, hormone-drenched punk rock mayhem. Was a shame. The band fucking rocked.
Played golf with BB3. Shot a 39 on the front and a 44 on the back. Hit the ball well.
Hung out with Dad and step-mom. Always a good time. Had some really good pork fried rice and Kung Pao Chicken.
Got my teeth cleaned. Ouch. But no cavities... no cavities in the last 8 years!
Went to Florida, Anna Maria Island to be exact, for a week. Was awesome. Swam in the Gulf, got sunburned, ate really fresh Grouper and Shrimp and other seafood yummies. Got a gnarly tattoo of lines from an Auden poem on my left calf: "And ghosts must do again / What gives them pain." Pics of it, I think, are forthcoming. (I'm not very good with the technology of posting pics on this thing).
Moving to Portage, MI on July 17th. Packing must begin in earnest ASAP. Our new street? Sitka Spruce Rd. Saweet!
Okay, here's the aforementioned survey thingy that Amanda tagged me with a month ago. And I'm hoping to post more frequently now, though with the move coming up, it might be dicey at best.
8 Random Facts Someone Might Not Know About You.
Here are my random facts:
1) I am scared to death of bumble bees… but think they are beautiful and so try to get close to them only to realize rather quickly that I shouldn’t do that.
2) I’ve had Chronic Fatigue and Immune Dysfunction Syndrome (CFIDS) since 1999. Old-ish friends, from the time-period 1999-2001 know this, however most of the people I’ve become close with since then may not know this. It’s not contagious, it’s not stopping my life, but at one time it ruled my life and the crawl out of its jaws has been harrowing and very hard for me, my family, and my closest friends.
3) I make to-do lists everyday, often times more than once a day. I am a HUGE procrastinator, especially with household chores and “adult” things like calling to get a haircut appointment, taking the car to the shop, etc. It’s sad, but true.
4) I’m obsessed with surrounding myself with things, objects, belongings. I’m an American through-and-through… yuck. I’m not proud of it, but if I could, I’d surround myself with an enormous library of media (books, DVDs, CDs, etc). I love having entertainment within arms reach at all times. I like owning ‘things.’ It’s a sickness. ;) And this sickness makes moving a nightmare.
5) I haven’t spoken to my step-brother since 1997. When my step-dad passed away from brain cancer in 1996, Eric, my step-brother, took it very hard and withdrew himself from our family. Funny thing about it is that I don’t blame him one bit, I mean it was his dad that died… he didn’t know us, my mom, my sister, etc, except through my step-dad. I blame myself for not reaching out to him more quickly… but I was only 17. If only I knew then what I know now.
6) My guilty pleasures include, but are not limited to: “Uptown Girl” by Billy Joel, Farside comic strips, Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle, Metallica, reruns of “Real Sex” on HBO, eating an entire can of black olives in one sitting (yes, I’m a fat-ass), Adventures in Babysitting, “Here I Go Again” by Whitesnake, and many others I’m too tired to think of at the moment.
7) I’m terrified of making M mad. Sometimes I think I try to hard to please her and therefore sacrifice making myself happy… on the other hand, I am often way, way too selfish and let her down too often. There is a balance in marriage that I haven’t yet found. I want to say here, mostly to M, that I will die before I give up trying to figure out how to strike that delicate balance.
8) I, like many others, am terrified of failure. Failing my marriage, failing school, failing at a job, failing to satisfy those around me, failing at failing (because at times we must all fail). I have a hard time accepting failure, but I have an even bigger fear of not trying my hardest. I push myself too far often times and not nearly far enough other times. This confuses me greatly and is a struggle I fight daily.
Had a poem, "Lake Big Arbor Vitae," taken at Redactions. Otherwise, rejections galore. Been kinda down about it. But I'm pushing forward on the new project. Things are moving along, but I'm pretty sure I just got passed by the snail in lane four....
Went to my baby brother's High School Graduation party. The cops came and shut down the live band after only 20 minutes of high-octane, hormone-drenched punk rock mayhem. Was a shame. The band fucking rocked.
Played golf with BB3. Shot a 39 on the front and a 44 on the back. Hit the ball well.
Hung out with Dad and step-mom. Always a good time. Had some really good pork fried rice and Kung Pao Chicken.
Got my teeth cleaned. Ouch. But no cavities... no cavities in the last 8 years!
Went to Florida, Anna Maria Island to be exact, for a week. Was awesome. Swam in the Gulf, got sunburned, ate really fresh Grouper and Shrimp and other seafood yummies. Got a gnarly tattoo of lines from an Auden poem on my left calf: "And ghosts must do again / What gives them pain." Pics of it, I think, are forthcoming. (I'm not very good with the technology of posting pics on this thing).
Moving to Portage, MI on July 17th. Packing must begin in earnest ASAP. Our new street? Sitka Spruce Rd. Saweet!
Okay, here's the aforementioned survey thingy that Amanda tagged me with a month ago. And I'm hoping to post more frequently now, though with the move coming up, it might be dicey at best.
8 Random Facts Someone Might Not Know About You.
Here are my random facts:
1) I am scared to death of bumble bees… but think they are beautiful and so try to get close to them only to realize rather quickly that I shouldn’t do that.
2) I’ve had Chronic Fatigue and Immune Dysfunction Syndrome (CFIDS) since 1999. Old-ish friends, from the time-period 1999-2001 know this, however most of the people I’ve become close with since then may not know this. It’s not contagious, it’s not stopping my life, but at one time it ruled my life and the crawl out of its jaws has been harrowing and very hard for me, my family, and my closest friends.
3) I make to-do lists everyday, often times more than once a day. I am a HUGE procrastinator, especially with household chores and “adult” things like calling to get a haircut appointment, taking the car to the shop, etc. It’s sad, but true.
4) I’m obsessed with surrounding myself with things, objects, belongings. I’m an American through-and-through… yuck. I’m not proud of it, but if I could, I’d surround myself with an enormous library of media (books, DVDs, CDs, etc). I love having entertainment within arms reach at all times. I like owning ‘things.’ It’s a sickness. ;) And this sickness makes moving a nightmare.
5) I haven’t spoken to my step-brother since 1997. When my step-dad passed away from brain cancer in 1996, Eric, my step-brother, took it very hard and withdrew himself from our family. Funny thing about it is that I don’t blame him one bit, I mean it was his dad that died… he didn’t know us, my mom, my sister, etc, except through my step-dad. I blame myself for not reaching out to him more quickly… but I was only 17. If only I knew then what I know now.
6) My guilty pleasures include, but are not limited to: “Uptown Girl” by Billy Joel, Farside comic strips, Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle, Metallica, reruns of “Real Sex” on HBO, eating an entire can of black olives in one sitting (yes, I’m a fat-ass), Adventures in Babysitting, “Here I Go Again” by Whitesnake, and many others I’m too tired to think of at the moment.
7) I’m terrified of making M mad. Sometimes I think I try to hard to please her and therefore sacrifice making myself happy… on the other hand, I am often way, way too selfish and let her down too often. There is a balance in marriage that I haven’t yet found. I want to say here, mostly to M, that I will die before I give up trying to figure out how to strike that delicate balance.
8) I, like many others, am terrified of failure. Failing my marriage, failing school, failing at a job, failing to satisfy those around me, failing at failing (because at times we must all fail). I have a hard time accepting failure, but I have an even bigger fear of not trying my hardest. I push myself too far often times and not nearly far enough other times. This confuses me greatly and is a struggle I fight daily.
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