David Biespiel

Maybe poetry editors should work faster.

The shadows in that painting are obsessive.

My por spelling forever haunts me.

And J.A.P. was quite the beat by beat cover of a Laforge poem to begin with.

Congratulations.

This is very cool.

They too think a good man is hard to find.

See words, not things. The metaphors write themselves.

Sad. So influential to this Houstonian trudging out of the Sahara of conservative society in that city in 1970s and 1980s. And, Molly!

Nice photo, Anselm.

Sports Night was a gem.

Probably what I should be told to…re, poetry!

Um…<kicks dirt>…<looks down>…<mumbles> A Place of Exodus…maybe? Also the afterword in The Facts when Nathan Zuckerman tells Phillip Roth he should stick w his day job as a novelist.

Lovely poem.

Congratulations, Maya.

I’m sorry, Kate. Good dog.

Every Writer Has a Thousand Faces.

Congratulations, Shane.

I think I gave a reading in there once. Nice audience in Marfa.

Is that the venue near the bookstore?

Back at it in Portland. Surprised the Feds didn’t bust it up. They hate us.

Horrible. Sorry, Joanna.

I love finding those early issues of things like Paris Review, Poetry magazine pre-war, Parnassus, Antaeus, Partisan Review &c. Like finding a pre-historic version of my poetry brain before I even came into being.

8 years later, on the night Nolan Ryan throws a no-hitter at the Dome, my novel A SELF-PORTRAIT IN THE YEAR OF THE HIGH COMMISSION ON LOVE (SFA Press) takes place exactly where those three are standing.

Many Bothans died to bring us these emojis.

Might be 3am my time but I’m going to try to join this meter discussion. I’m teaching same thing to my MFA students at present.

Parody is a lost art.

Yes, please. Thank you. Keep the faith.

And there it is.

Texas got to Texas.