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I consented to do this meme for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) amelia_eve.
THE RULES:
1) Comment to this and I will give you 3 people.
2) Post this meme with your answers.
3) Provide pictures and the names of the 3 people I gave you.
4) Label which you would marry, which you would shag, and which you would throw off a cliff.
My challenge: William Blake, Rudyard Kipling, Ted Hughes. I'm just going to pretend they're all somehow still alive because otherwise this gets really disgusting really fast.
( cut for length )
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Saturday, April 11th, 2009
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Alan and I have decided to name our future bunnies: Nom Nom Nom, Annyong & Hermano.
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Thursday, April 2nd, 2009
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Astropoetica published their Spring 2009 issue yesterday, which includes my poem “Northern Lights.”
I'm also doing NaPoWriMo and blogging about it, it seems, everywhere.
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Clockwise Cat has just published three of my poems: "Eligibility for Citizenship," "The Trendelenburg Position" and "We'll Call Them Martyrs." (They're behind in getting things posted, so even though the post is dated February, it just went up today.)
If you're lying on your back with your feet higher than your head, you're in the Trendelenburg position. It's used in some abdominal and gynecological surgeries to give better access to the pelvis. It's also used in waterboarding.
Some of the details of chemical warfare in "We'll Call The Martyrs" were from Jeffrey Goldberg's "The Great Terror."
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Two of my poems have just come out:
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Monday, February 23rd, 2009
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My Poem Rocks has published my "Hiccups."
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Thursday, February 19th, 2009
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Sunday, February 1st, 2009
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Saturday, January 24th, 2009
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1. Tell me one thing you love about me.
2. Tell me two things you love about yourself.
Then...
3. Look through the comments. When you see someone you know, tell them three things you love about them.
4. Do this in your journal and I will tell you what I love about YOU.
(via cornpone)
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Monday, January 19th, 2009
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Saturday, January 17th, 2009
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Tuesday, January 13th, 2009
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I'm switching over to Google Reader and RSS feeds and all that supercool 2005 technology, so if I unfriend you today and you're wondering why, it's 'cause I'm porting a lot of my reading over there.
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Sunday, January 11th, 2009
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I've done a complete overhaul of joannemerriam.com. You should be able to add it to RSS feeds now. Please let me know if anything doesn't work for you!
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Wednesday, January 7th, 2009
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Sunday, January 4th, 2009
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The 2009 Rhysling Awards are now open to nominations from SFPA members. My eligible poems (all for the short poem category) this year are:
I'm fond of these poems, and I hope people will check them out who missed them the first time, but honestly I don't think any of them are award-worthy. I would suggest people instead consider these two poems which both really struck me this year:
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Thursday, January 1st, 2009
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- J. D. Salinger, "Blue Melody." Somewhere behind him a girl was very audibly giving away the plot to a Taylor Caldwell novel. The girl’s voice was Southern, but not swampy and not blue-grass and not even particularly drawly. It sounded to Rudford very much like a Tennessee voice. He turned to look.
- Larissa Kelly, "Engines of Survival." Travelers like me are heavily taxed, but even so I have grown quite wealthy over the centuries. If I wanted to, I could take an early retirement. I could surround myself with the most ingenious amusements and exquisite luxuries that this time can produce. I could grow old in the company of others growing old at the same rate.
- Jonathan Lethem, "Lostronaut." By the finish our uniforms were coated. Mstislav, champion of this episode, reasonably pointed out that any droplet of the pollutant we exported from the Den was destined for circulation and, ultimately, our mucous membranes. Our bloodstreams. So we stripped and trashed the clothes. Picture us, five floating nudists in oxygen masks, ragged with fatigue and degrees of shock, squeezing the last beads of antifreeze from our hair.
- Mike Richardson-Bryan, "Elf Union Newsletter: December 2008." Santa Claus has agreed to end most product testing on elf orphans no later than 2020. It may not sound like much, but with 494 years still to go on our current contract we have to take what we can get. And, besides, there are plenty more elf orphans where those came from.
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Wednesday, December 31st, 2008
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I recall that I used to do end-of-year stats for my writing, but I think it was on my old journal and not this one, because I can't find them in my history. Which I think means I haven't done this since around 2004. Anyway, here's some stats:
2009: 2 haiku and 15 poems already accepted (one may come out in 2010 since the editor hasn't given me an issue number). No fiction already accepted. This is a bit weird because I've been concentrating on fiction, not poetry. Or maybe not so weird, since I'm much more accomplished as a poet than a fiction writer, at least at this stage.
2008: Published 5 haiku, 9 poems, 1 short story and 1 creative non-fiction piece (a reprint).
2007: Published 10 poems, 1 micro-fiction piece and 3 short stories.
2006: Published 15 poems (9 of them in a single anthology), 1 micro-fiction and 3 short stories.
2005: Published 16 poems, 3 short stories and also a book of poetry.
2004: Published 2 poems, 1 micro-fiction, 1 short story and 1 creative non-fiction piece.
Lifetime: Published or pending: 1 book of poetry, 5 haiku, 108 poems, 12 short stories, 4 micro-fiction, and 2 creative non-fiction. This is not counting self-publishing projects like Look Away or my chapbooks.
Goals for 2009: Work on the Damn Novel and get more short fiction published.
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Monday, December 22nd, 2008
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The Fix (a short fiction review site) says this about my short story "Swan Song" (emphasis mine):
The story is very well written and also engaging, which is impressive because the first third deals with a rather boring look at a rather boring life. This is to be expected, as most day-to-day lives are boring. We wake up, we go to jobs we’d rather not do, we carry on at conversations we’d rather not have. But the strength of Merriam’s writing is that this day-to-day tedium holds as much poetry and resonance and insight as the more tense scenes later in the story, after the epidemic has been revealed.
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