So, I wanted to give a rundown on the whole AWP experience–people really taking to Brent House’s Saw Year Prophecies up for sale once we get the stitching done on final copies of the book. And the reading at the Rack House which had a good deal of “ambient” noise but did not involve drunk people dry humping in the background. And the whole utter exhaustion but pleasure of the book fair, save the dentist chair lights from above and the entire warehouse atmosphere of that fair–like hundreds of tables.
I would tell you more except when I returned, I remembered I had a poetry festival I had to oversee in less than two weeks, anthologies that needed to be stitched still, and a whole pile of students that needed to be–you know, taught. So, the blog stays on its little vacation until all that is done, but then summer time it will be hot and sticky, and we will have photos of pie and poets and just generally good times.
So, come May1st, we’ll be back up, talking about presses, dreaming of future projects. For now, worker bees we are.