Ben Friedlander (he/him/his)
@mongibeddu.bsky.social
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Poet, editor, scholar in Maine. Now available: Nice: The Collected Poems of David Melnick (https://nightboat.org/book/nice/). Free 🇵🇸; end the genocide now!
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“‘The banana plant’…wears the autumn wind and is broken by the autumn wind”—Dōgen
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Edited an article with a long passage attributed to the wrong person (and much made of that misattribution). Didn’t even get an acknowledgment when it later appeared in a book.
olufemiotaiwo.bsky.social
repost this if an editor has ever saved you from yourself
blipstress.bsky.social
An actual hot take: Too many authors are afraid of editors watering down their voice or whatever and not afraid enough of editors letting you put any old slop on the page.
mongibeddu.bsky.social
The Democratic Party: “When they go low, we go high. But when they go right, we follow.”
mongibeddu.bsky.social
I managed to reserve ten pounds of sour cherries from what I thought was a local farm, but it turns out they’re in Ohio (not Maine). The search continues…
mongibeddu.bsky.social
I’m going to start asking cashiers if they want to round down.
mongibeddu.bsky.social
The cat gets so mad when she musters all her cuteness and yet I still don’t bend to her will.
mongibeddu.bsky.social
The top ten movie lists aren’t convincing me to watch more movies. Has cinema become a mid art form?
mongibeddu.bsky.social
Homer‘s Art is a perfect start. My own was How Spring Comes, but someone else’s copy—really wish I had my own.
mongibeddu.bsky.social
A powerful flame has gone out but not the light it shared with us.
wystandoll.bsky.social
Alice Notley passed away Monday night in Paris, where I'm writing from. This will come as a shock to many, but she was battling a number of maladies in recent months, and things had gotten difficult rapidly. Her work is out there. Please feel free to spread the word.
mongibeddu.bsky.social
Deepest condolences—my love to you and all your mother’s loved ones.
mongibeddu.bsky.social
At my university, increasingly, books are discouraged for tenure. Articles are seen as the safer option. I have mixed feelings about this, as it slides into a devaluing of books, at least on committees that include faculty from fields where books are atypical.
mongibeddu.bsky.social
I would say the first but then I’ve bought books I own because I can’t be bothered to search the boxes where I store them.
mongibeddu.bsky.social
Ha! I met Jim Brodey near the end of his life. He somehow ended up on Bob Grenier’s couch for a month. That was a strange pair.
mongibeddu.bsky.social
I thought I’d lost the thread but I see now it was the wrong metaphor: my thread’s been stripped.
mongibeddu.bsky.social
Heard about an IRB request at my university turned down because it included the phrase “climate justice.”
mongibeddu.bsky.social
Sad news.
tomhull747.bsky.social
Renowned jazz critic Francis J Davis died Monday morning, 78, at home, in his sleep. I've added a notice to the website for his Jazz Critics Poll, which he founded in 2006 and has led for 19 years. I'll update the site as I know more: hullworks.net/jazzpoll/
Jazz Critics Poll
hullworks.net
mongibeddu.bsky.social
I wonder what bookseller got the titles purged from the Naval Academy Library. I hope they sell at a premium, with part of it going to appropriate causes. He’ll, I’d buy from this list:
media.defense.gov
mongibeddu.bsky.social
I started grad school in my thirties so it’s strange to think that many of the comp students I taught back then are already in their fifties.
mongibeddu.bsky.social
A book so awful I erased all traces that I’d read it.
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One of those days when I wish the students would meet me where I’m at, not the other way round.
mongibeddu.bsky.social
Is there an antonym for Schadenfreude? The pain you feel when good things happen to those you hate.
mongibeddu.bsky.social
Here’s a poem by Enslin from The Country of Our Consciousness (1971). You can tell from this he lived in Maine.
MORNING IN TOWN

Four old women
walk
         in couples
along the road.
The sidewalk
                       (made of brick)
is as old
               or older than
they are.
They avoid it,
                        choosing the gutter
which has felt less frost.