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Mix Tape: Don’t Judge a Book by Its Cover (or a Poet by Her Thermos)

Don’t head to AWP in Chicago this week without this hilarious field guide to the conference. “Consider yourself very lucky if you come upon a poet—they are an endangered species! Poets can be divided into two types: those over fifty years of age, and those under thirty-two….Poets of the first type tend to be disheveled—they might be wearing one or more articles of clothing inside out. They will probably be carrying a satchel and drinking green tea from a thermos. Do not try to wash the thermos for them. The smell provides great comfort.”

Teenagers design new book covers for Lord of the Flies.

Don’t judge a book by the name on its cover. (A writer with five novels under her belt struggles to sell a sixth as herself—so she makes up a pen name, creates a bogus email, and voilà!)

Eugene O’Neill’s 1919 one-act about his own suicide attempt is being published in book form for the first time, which begs the question: Should we respect an author’s wishes that a work not be published?

In this SNL sketch, Maya Angelou, played by Maya Rudolph, is the host of a new Punk’d-style show, “I Know Why the Caged Bird Laughs,” and has lines like these: “The sands of time are like rain on a tin roof. Never stopping. Never ceasing. Now, watch me punk Stephen King.”

If you’ve read any of the articles on the John D’Agata mess, you owe it to yourself to read Dinty W. Moore’s insightful response. “To begin, I wish there was another name, another genre, one that didn’t include the word nonfiction or essay in it, where John D’Agata could experiment all that he wishes. But we have a labeling problem.”

Metaphor—both the “foundation of thought” and “the soul of clichés.” Like any tool, it should be used correctly and for good, not evil.