I am very sorry to report that Beatriz Preciado had to cancel this evening’s keynote at Tufts.
I also regret that this tumblr is out of date; defective.
The good news ding dong is that Baby Doc is no longer alive.
It’s my father’s mother’s 85th birthday. I think I will take a class photo for her, even though she no longer talks to me, or I don’t talk to her. But I love her. Also, she is a poet and you know things can be hard for poets.
Carol Ann Paresky, just about six feet tall and quite a beauty.
Please excuse my radio silence. What if sleepy office selfie becomes my only genre.
I’m afraid I have a lot to say about publishing’s recent gender horrors but it’s going to have to wait, which hurts. Love & solidarity. I’m in the shit too. I am so in it. I’m in the shit with you. LOSER SONS by Avital Ronell.
I’m afraid there are also words lodged in my throat for other things to come.
And now it’s time to teach The Second Coming.