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So here it is, the last day of my week as guest blogger. I’d like to think that I have somehow, in some small way, made the world a better place. Or at the very least, that I haven’t embarrassed my very gracious hosts, Stacey Harwood and David Lehman, who I thank very, very much for giving me the opportunity to talk about weird things. I was nervous at first that I wouldn’t have enough to write about, but I now realize that I have greatly underestimated my vast stores of useless knowledge and could have continued writing for months... Continue reading
Posted Sep 25, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
So the first thing my wife Lauren asked me when I told her I’d be blogging on this site was “You’re not going to write about the time I fell asleep on that guy’s shoulder, are you?” And I told her that no, of course I wasn’t. But then I decided it was a pretty funny story, so now I’m going to write about the time she fell asleep on that guys shoulder. First of all you have to understand the history between my wife, myself, and poetry. And remember, that this was in the 90s. We met at a... Continue reading
Posted Sep 24, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
Growing up I was never what one might call a “decision maker.” The whole process of deciding between two things was often more than I could bear. Weighing the merits of one thing against another was not just painstaking, but left me riddled with doubt as to whether I made the right choice. Fortunately, for myself and for those who I have to make decisions for, I no longer seem to have this problem. I owe it all to four simple letters: WWJD. Yes, that does indeed stand for “What Would Janice Do.” My mom, Janice, is what one might... Continue reading
Posted Sep 23, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
My father is the kind of guy who sees Bill Cosby do a stand-up routine and comes home absolutely positive that he could do that just as well. He is also the kind of guy that gets asked to leave the White House tour by the Secret Service because he tries to sneak a picture out the window by the Rose Garden. That was an exciting trip. “Hey John, what’d you do over summer vacation?” “Eh, nothing. Oh, wait, yeah, except for watching my dad get interrogated by the FBI over camera usage in the White House.” He was a... Continue reading
Posted Sep 22, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
On 12 November, 1944 my grandfather, Alister MacMaster, was Wounded in Action during the Lorraine campaign near the small town of Nancy, France during a push by the 80th Infantry Division of Patton’s 3rd Army. My grandfather was born in Greenock, Scotland, in 1913 and immigrated to the United States alone at age 13. During the Second World War he saw how many of the young men on his street in Paterson were either being drafted into the Armed Forces or joining of their own accord. Although he was past the draft age, and older than all of the other... Continue reading
Posted Sep 21, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
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So after my first post yesterday I went grocery shopping. No one recognized me or asked for an autograph. I found this highly disconcerting. Instead of getting depressed, I wrote another blog entry for your perusal/enjoyment. Cheers! Before landing my sweet Community College gig, I was a public school teacher in New Jersey for six years. For four of them, I taught in an urban middle school. I won’t name the city, but I was born there, along with Allen Ginsberg, and WCW may have written a 300-page poem about it, and the school may have been located next to... Continue reading
Posted Sep 20, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
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Hello all! Thanks for checking in. My name is John and I’ll be your tour guide for the week. There are all sorts of things that we’ll explore together: UFOs, my father’s poetry about Amish cashiers in Ohio, the time I almost went searching for Bigfoot in Washington State, why the Honeymooners is the best television show of all time, and some reflections from my time spent as the “ball crawl” guy at Chuck E. Cheese’s Pizza when I was 18. Oh, and poetry. For my first post, though, I wanted to talk about something important, something that doesn’t really... Continue reading
Posted Sep 19, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
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