Tag Archives: Experiments Traveling

Live-Blogging Le Grande Experiment!

Posted on April 9, 2012 by Andrew

I don’t speak French, so I don’t know what the equivalent of experiment is (Exupéry?) and you’ll simply have to imagine me saying the above title in a bad French accent, as though you are watching a B-movie which, at … Continue reading →

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Everyone Has a Summer They Want to Remember

Posted on March 25, 2012 by Andrew

Though, for this animal, it is probably not this summer, unless it wants simply to remember (i.e. be alive) (which it probably is not). Wyoming is so empty, but it is not the emptiness of the desert or of the … Continue reading →

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Stalling on Rondo Hatton, The Ugliest Man in Pictures

Posted on March 19, 2012 by Andrew

which is the name of the poem up next on the docket.  It’s sat around long enough in my to-be-written file, so long that I’ve forgotten where the inspiration came from.  You might think that inspiration would be THE MAN … Continue reading →

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And so, to continue the story, I have won a residency

Posted on October 28, 2011 by Andrew

Those of you who know me in person might already be aware of this, but if not, here it is: Last week I found out that I’ve been awarded a Jentel Artist Residency for 2012.  What that means is that … Continue reading →

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On Being in a City You Used to Live In But Are No Longer a Part Of

Posted on February 5, 2011 by Andrew

I lived in Washington, D.C. for five and a half years.  I love the city.  It imprinted on me (along with Frankfurt, Germany) my idea of what a city should be. But the last time I was here was in … Continue reading →

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On Burning Clouds

Posted on January 1, 2011 by Andrew

On our transit into Houston the clouds were on fire. On the far horizon, I could see another plane hanging in the sky, surrounded by an orange entourage of clouds, their texture that of monkeybread, all bulge and wallop. [Sidenote: … Continue reading →

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On Opening Presents Like a Skin of Snow

Posted on December 31, 2010 by Andrew

I’m thinking about leavings, but since I already have a poem titled “On Leavings”, I felt it’d be bad form to use that title as the title for this post.  After all, once that poem’s been published, awarded, and anthologized … Continue reading →

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