Daniel Bailey's Blog, page 3
May 25, 2014
this weekend, i read poems (and others read poems) about a dead...
this weekend, i read poems (and others read poems) about a dead comet in a meadow in rural georgia during a meteor shower. it was a strange and beautiful night. the above photo is from the next morning, just before we all left the meadow in different cars.
May 22, 2014
Face Forlag - FF0034DANIEL BAILEY (US)is the author of... | Facebook
FF0034 DANIEL BAILEY (US) is the author of three books of poetry, most recently Gather Me (Scrambler Books). He currently lives in Athens, Georgia. —…
also, Face Forlag, the facebook-only publisher of norwegian, swedish, danish, and english writing has posted three of my poems [the other day]. now, go learn norwegian, swedish, danish (as in, spoken by people named “dan”), and english.
also, i am currently figuring out the sequencing/final edits/whatever before i hand-make a chapbook (edition of 0) for a reading this weekend. it is for a comet.
it gets stupid not having your favorite person around at all...
it gets stupid not having your favorite person around at all times
May 20, 2014
atomhumper:
mellowpageslibrary:
Elizabeth brought in GATHER ME...
Elizabeth brought in GATHER ME by her hubby Daniel Bailey, and also the zine In Advance of Air http://ift.tt/1oby6MV
hey, i got a poem in that zine! wait’ll i tell my wife i have a poem in new york city!
wait’ll i tell a poem about how my wife is in new york city!
THIS IS HOW I WAS BORN
THIS IS HOW I WAS BORN
May 16, 2014
if you ever feel lost, just throw up a thumbs up and follow it
if you ever feel lost, just throw up a thumbs up and follow it
marianniepants:
yrfriendliz:
My friend Rico is the headiest person I know which is saying A...
My friend Rico is the headiest person I know which is saying A LOT.
I drove across the country with this dude.
Twice.
Here’s a photo that he took of me, with the caption, “thank you, toll booth officer, for your kindness and passage.”
God, I love that guy.
Also—sweet mix CD collection, right?
and here is a photo i took at rico’s cabin, in northern colorado, of a raw deer heart. we rolled up to the cabin at dusk as rico was cutting the deer - which was hanging from the tree - wide open. after we parked, i walked over to where rico was working on the deer. rico had removed the heart. he cut a small chunk of meat off the tip and, chewing on his own piece, offered a piece to me, which i did not refuse.
the next week, rico still had the heart in a ziploc bag, which he happend to have in his backpack. on the patio of one of the bars the poetry students at csu frequented, he removed the bag from his backpack and began to cut off slivers of the heart, which he would eat, smiling.
i relate this story, not to make rico sound like a psycho, but to explain why i appreciate this person so much.
May 14, 2014
another in this series called elaine licking things
this one is...
another in this series called elaine licking things
this one is titled “pink eye meets poison ivy”
May 13, 2014
took this picture for a kid at work who’s a big birdman...
took this picture for a kid at work who’s a big birdman fan
