Friday, October 05, 2007

Amusing myself on the 26th day (round IX)

Since I'm not much use at concentrating on anything today, thought I'd amuse myself by blogging. Haven't really got anything interesting to say about my life. But in case anyone suspects that I've been torturing cats with a pepper spray, I haven't. I've got nothing to be guilty about. Really. Here's a short rundown of what I've been doing with myself:

• Slaving over a novel (in verse) with Valerie — and doing it under the 30:30 shelter.

• Have waged a four-day war with maggots that came out of a huge fruit fly when I swatted it down in the kitchen.

• Looking up at the bathroom wall and waiting for a tile to fall on my head [four have come out... so far not one on my head yet.]

• Bribing Caesar with trinkets to blind him into believing I'm an efficient governor.

• Drinking.

• In bed with the laptop, doing things I can't admit in public. I'll let your filthy minds wonder about that. **snicker sesame oil**

Recent acceptance and call for subs:

Right Hand Pointing accepted three poems: Please Meet My Navel, Bob-and-Anne's Seafood Carbonara and Fridge Note for their humor issue (#17).

They're still considering submissions for that issue. Getting the length just right is a bit tricky and quite a challenge. Make sure to check out the guidelines first — it's quite ticklish, especially the note about not wanting poems about pets (dead or alive)... but being attracted to natural objects that are embedded in someone’s head. So, think:

     Submission date: 9 September 2007
     Reply date: 4 October 2007

Publications received:

Was so surprised and delighted today to find a package of books Ellaraine Lockie was so kind to send to me.

Mules of Love by Ellen Bass. Have only peeked briefly, but I've already got a soft spot for:
The Thing Is

to love life, to love it even
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
your throat filled with the silt of it.

* * * * *

Then you hold life like a face
between your palms, a plain face,
no charming smile, no violet eyes,
and you say, yes, I will take you
I will love you, again.
Ain't that gorgeous?

Thin Air Magazine (Summer 2007) is neat magazine, flat-spined with a glossy photo cover, containing an eclectic range of poetry, fiction and b/w artwork. They're also accepting work (only by snailmail though) until 30 November 2007.

SLAB (Sound and Literary Art Book) is a lovely anthology — around 230+ pages with a matte card cover . Ellaraine received 1st place in their Elizabeth R. Curry Poetry Contest. Results and poems may be read here. They are currently accepting submissions via e-mail and snailmail. Check out the guidelines.

I was really tickled pink by the bios at the end — the editors had some really fun questions which I thought might be fun to share with fellow bloggers. Which is why I'm....

Playing this SLAB tag:

Anyone reading this, consider yourself tagged — unless I get you first.

1. What is your favorite guilty pleasure?
Skipping yoga class.

2. How do you take your coffee?
I don't take coffee. I partake of the husband's coffee — with sugar and a drop of milk. What they call macchiato in Italian. As opposed to caffe latte, which is milk with a drop of coffee. Don't get me started on the many decadent ways Italians take their coffee.

3. Who were you in a previous life?

In the worst possible scenario, Jack the Ripper. In the best, Freud.

4. Who or what is your greatest influence?
It's cheesy, but I'd say, good ol' dad.

5. What is the worst film you ever paid to see?
Hannibal. And that was the last time I went to the cinema.

6. What is the best thing you can buy for a dollar?

A 90-cent stamp for one SASE. And hey, I've still got 10 cents! Isn't that a prime sample of my good budgeting skills? Hee.

7. What is the worst present you ever received?
Probably a lacy red underwear from the husband's niece. The bra was several sizes too small — I didn't know whether to feel smug (because my breasts are bigger that *that*) or insulted (because everyone thinks they're smaller than they look).

8. What is your favorite word?
Bucket. I'm practically married to it by now.

7 comments:

Nanette said...

hi again, arlene.

glad you're relaxing.

i hope i was a happy and gorgeous woman in a previous life - maybe rita hayworth. i was an actress, i know that.

don't know about worst present;
but best present from my husband:

aerosole 1940-type open-toe shoes with ribbon

yellow strapless sundress

paid one month of student loan payment

by the way, I don't know how to answer questions from being tagged or where to find them.

glad to be on the blogscene..

nanette

michi said...

ah, that poem! just what i need these days. so thanks.

congrats re pub.

why didn't you put the maggots in the bathroom and let a falling tile do the work?

yjuji

m x

Sharon Hurlbut said...

Wheeee! Way to go with the acceptances, Arlene!

And now you've reminded me - it's been ages since I've played Caesar. Stop trying to distract me!!

Tommaso Gervasutti said...

Arlene, I am reading this novel:" Special Topics in Calamity Physics"
by Marisha Pessl ( penguin Books).
Arlene, give it a look, it's you, YOU in prose, or a sibling of yours, your voice.
Davide

megalopoet said...

okay, miss wonderwear: your answers shalt be found at the poet of megalo.

you're truly disturbed if meme-ing others is the way you *relax*.

are you sure you were not the marquis?

Liz said...

Arlene, yes,yes,yes on all the acceptance news - you are unmatchable in that area. : )

So love that poem...

...I clicked on your dad's link - how fascinating...wow...am about to check if I can read about or see some of his work online.

xx

Sandy said...

Hi Arlene,
I absolutely love that poem "The Thing Is" that you posted. Thanks for sharing that with us and congrats on all your latest publications!