Award-Giving (4)

About ten years ago my father, who was living, took me in a car from Seattle to Iowa City so I could study poetry. The program took two years; I stayed four, doing a range of post-MFA labor that, while…

Award-Giving (3)

Spring seems to be happening in real-time out my window, though I’ve been making my friends stare at Selfeed instead. It offers “real-time updates of the #selfie tag on Instagram” and is dizzying, mundane, at once horrifying and heartening in…

Award-Giving (2)

Earlier this week at Ploughshares, Rebecca Makkai posted a gleeful, stinging send-up of the social media habits of “Todd Manly-Krauss, the world’s most irritating writer.” Todd humblebrags his way through Facebook posts like “I am exhausted but exhilarated from this…

Award-Giving (1)

Like many writers, I feel ambivalent about promoting my own work. I’d rather be reading somebody else’s—or writing new writing, becoming another somebody else, myself. And though I’m typically beyond thrilled to hear about my friends’ successes (“I’m beyond thrilled to…

Rogue Shop

The other day the poet Michael Loughran took me to a secret location—well, we had a little trouble finding it—to talk about my latest book, Century Swept Brutal, with a group known as the Rogue Workshop. The Rogues started after…

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