For a coda (if you'll pardon the technical/poetics jargon) to my posts from AWP, I thought I'd let the last word come from a great Chicago institution, the Vowel Movers blog. (And honestly, it's easier to cut and paste things when you're too tired to think for yourself anymore.) Here's their take on the AWP, which in fact they were too cool to attend ("while you were primping for the bookfair, we were catching up with nona hendryx who is reuniting with sarah dash and patti labelle"):
Whoa, it was really great to meet you at the conference and sorry we haven’t emailed you yet and we’re going to submit to your journal and paypal the latest issue of your journal and reject you when you submit to our journal and we’ll get a subscription to your press for the next two years and you’ve totally changed our ideas about poetry and that wasn’t me who feel asleep at your panel and that also wasn’t me who farted in the elevator and i wrote you this amazing poem, it’s occasional and an ode and uses modernist tecniques and you remind us of Zoolander and we left our beret in your hotel room, Mr. Linen Whisperz, so please please facebook us asap…
And so... so long from Chicago, which will host the conference again before memories of this one fade. Next year, though, we'll do it all again in Denver! Excelsior, as the poet once said...
