[Newspoetry] happy birthday to me!
William Gillespie
William_Gillespie at Brown.edu
Sun Aug 31 23:39:07 CDT 2003
Hey everyone! I'm writing to say hello from Providence. Right now I
need newspoetry more than ever, immersed in what threatens to be a
perfectly apolitical MFA track. In an otherwise extremely solid
Creative Writing program for poetry/fiction/drama, I am a little less
than half of the not-completely-popular-among-administrators Electronic
Writing department. No professors, just me and Talan Memmott
(http://www.memmott.org/talan/index.html) making up the tradition as we
go along. I ain't complainin' though. No more sonnets about my dreary
dayjob from me, not for a few months anyway. It would be nice to have
some in-your-face Newspoetry to show, the staggering massively
collaborative electro-gas of the past Millennium, running the gamut
from amateurish to profane to formally unclassifiable to $80/hr quality
CGI scripting, and always about something we wouldn't otherwise be
writing about.
Where is it? Our bumper sticker is a dead link. Can we get our website
back? If not the dot com maybe the dot net? Any way I can help? I'm
dying here. I tried to pick up the Providence Journal and it was like
being smacked; right next to a picture of Mars was the article about
how Bush cut a bunch of air pollution regulations. I can already feel
those corporate savings being passed back to the consumer. In the form
of carcinogens. Acid rain = trickle-down economics.
I'm lonely. My new neighborhood is weird. Here's a description of my
street written by me and Lorien Carsey and transcribed here for your
reading pleasure:
Thayer Street 8-24-03
Motorcycle Street is relatively tame on a Sunday night, but still a
carnival. Bikers sit atop parked bikes, a row of perhaps 100 shining
motorcycles. They seldom ride them but when they do they do their best
to top 100 Dbs, at about 10 MPH. I am entranced by the "big city" look
to Thayer - complete with punks, hippies, and Britneys. Into what
category of real life does this place belong? A schizophrenic urban
setting so diverse as to be almost characterless, with a certain
modicum of action: minor hustlers, amateur musicians, hemp jewelry
merchants, lots of eating and surprisingly little drinking. Loitering
of all kinds, kids sitting on curbs, clean sober guys in leather Harley
Davidson vests admiring each other's chrome, hippies sitting against
the fronts of closed stores, incense peddlers, people hawking pages
ripped from psychedelic sketchbooks, etcetera. A couple of
classy-looking restaurants with three-syllable names and elegant
awnings offer outdoor seating - tables set up blocking busy sidewalks
that channel a constant jostling stream of pedestrians, dogs,
motorcycles, strollers, and a few genuine weirdos, like the white
bearded guy with shorts and suspenders who would appear innocuous save
for the fact that you will see him walk past you ten times an hour if
you sit still, up and down and up and down, or the black guy with
studded face and sunglasses, always dancing to himself curbside as
though waiting for a bus. Citywide renovation has provided funds to
provide these people with headphones, so it appears as though they are
preoccupied with music instead of the voices in their heads.
Love,
William
P.S. The mayor of Providence is in jail. We need something like that in
Urbana. Or maybe Champaign.
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