Saturday, October 30, 2010

Houdini = Halloween

Harry Houdini and Halloween go together like cheese and crackers, monocles and opera, tortillas and peanut butter - you get the idea.

Harry Houdini passed exactly 84 years ago tomorrow, and still today, despite his protestations against such practices during the last years of his life, there will be many who gather in seance to try and coax a message from the King of Handcuffs beyond the grave.

In honor of him, and the spirit of the season, a portion of a fabulous documentary:



By the way, in the interviews there is a man whose profession is listed as "Magic Historian." How in the world do I get that job?

Friday, October 29, 2010

The First Cut

My first blog post in when, forever? I have a feeling that all of you will be getting more insight into a first year MFA writer's existence than you ever bargained for. Try to love me despite the banality.

Let's set some precedent here...


Today marks the second day of the Devil's Kitchen Literary Festival here at Southern Illinois University (of the Carbondale variety). Hearing Pulitzer Prize winning poet Carl Dennis read today was a treat, as was simply seeing him in real life, and despite what the hilarious cartoon above claims, he did not necessarily use his boring voice (shout out to Hubris of Apathy for the image. Don't sue me, Kempfert). Professional poets tend to be overwhelming to me as a general rule, being occasionally arrogant and essentially far more cerebral than I can comprehend. Carl Dennis was quite the exception, however. He was accessible and sweet at that podium.

A moment occurred during his reading that I must steal for use in my classrooms. An audience member's cell phone obnoxiously erupted before he began a poem. He looked in their direction with slight bemusement and then addressed us all: "You see, when I read, even machines break out into song!" Beautiful.

On another note, Halloween is basically here. Excuse me while I clear the thrift stores of all their potentially useful Han Solo costume garb…and never wear it.

We should do this again soon.