Joan Hula-Hoop won the Green Rose Prize.
all right -- Granger's for poetry, Gartner for IS / IT -- see my confusion?
POEM.X Features William Fox and Florence Weinberger in May

Poem.X presents two poets of diverse talents, William Fox and Florence Weinberger, on Friday, May 13, 2005 at 8 P.M. Poem.X events, curated by poets Jeanette Clough and Jim Natal, are held at Barnes & Noble Santa Monica, 1201 Third Street Promenade (at Wilshire), (310) 260-9110. Admission is free.

The vector of Fox's wide-ranging career lies in the relationships among art, congition, and landscape. His fourteenth poetry collection, Reading Sand: Selected Desert Poems 1976-2000 (University of Nevada Press) and his eight non-fiction books examine ways of knowing space, much of it the empty space of deserts. In the visual arts, he has exhibited text works in group and solo shows. He has worked for the Nevada Arts Council, the Nevada Museum of Art, was a former director of the Squaw Valley Community of Writers poetry program, and currently serves as literature consultant for the Western States Arts Federation. In addition to Guggenheim and NEH fellowships, and residencies with the Getty Research Institute and Lannan Foundation, he spent several months in the Antarctic as a visiting writer with the National Science Foundation.

Weinberger is the author of three poetry collections, The Invisible Telling Its Shape, Breathing Like a Jew, and, her latest, Carnal Fragrance (Red Hen Press, 2004). Her work has appeared in numerous literary journals including Solo, Rattle, California Quarterly, Another Chicago, Comstock Review, and Calyx, and in the anthologies Blood to Remember: American Poets on the Holocaust, Grand Passion, The Cancer Poetry Project, and So Luminous the Wildflowers. Among Weinberger's honors are awards in the Poetry/LA Bicentennial, Sculpture Gardens Review, Mississippi Valley, Red Dancefloor, and dA Center for the Arts poetry contents.

The Poem.X series continues on Friday, June 3, 2005 at 8 P.M. with readings by Alicia Partnoy and Gail Wronsky.


I never went to Naropa, Brooklyn College, never met Ginsberg. I suppose like all too many poets, I loved certain crucial poems, movements, and moments he was involved with, but felt like I was never the audience. I spent time in India in a Buddhist Vihar, etc., but remain put off by the westernization of Tibetan B'ism.

I remember when he had a public access show in New York, and it was a tune in, see Ginsberg in his sweats rummaging through the fridge (looked pretty squalid), see Ginsberg meditate, hear him ramble on about something show. We got submissions he wrote with his students at Brooklyn, and they were pretty blechey list poems. His 45s against censorship in the 80s were pretty cruddy, but, I suppose, he did them, and they were slightly better than "We Are the World." But I don't know -- my experience with other Beat writers is they weren't the best teachers either, just enthusiastic.

I think it was something by Snyder when Ginsberg died that really made Ginsberg make more sense to me. Something about the time they both had land and housing in a similar area of the High Sierras.