rachelfershleiser:

thetinhouse:

Hey AWP folks and literary Seattle—let’s drink, dance, and talk about books.
Brought to you by: Tumblr, Tin House, and Wave Books!
Chop Suey (1325 E Madison St, Seattle, WA 98122)

Really looking forward to this! Save the date, spread the word!

Dream party.

rachelfershleiser:

thetinhouse:

Hey AWP folks and literary Seattle—let’s drink, dance, and talk about books.

Brought to you by: TumblrTin House, and Wave Books!

Chop Suey (1325 E Madison St, Seattle, WA 98122)

Really looking forward to this! Save the date, spread the word!

Dream party.

“Disappointingly, they decided to hold the conference at an address that was very easy to misread. Instead of having it at, say, 666 William Cardinal O’Connell Way, they chose 900 Boylston St., which is very easy to mistake for 900 Boynton St.

Walking down Boynton St., I noticed the numbers didn’t go nearly that high, so I stopped when I got to the end of the street where there was a small park there. I thought perhaps it was an outdoor conference, so I sat and waited.

The only people in the park were a pair of gentlemen, one asleep, and the other drinking something from a brown paper bag. “Writers,” I thought. As I neared them, I waved and asked, “read any good books lately?” (That’s the opening line I had been practicing because I thought it would be a good icebreaker.) The conscious one threw something at me. Excitedly, I ran to catch it, hoping it was an AWP conference shirt, but it turned out to be a horrible-smelling, stained shirt that gave my hands a rash.

I walked to a payphone to call my friend Isaac Fitzgerald who I was supposed to meet at the conference where he would be manning the Rumpus booth. When he answered he was laughing and I could hear a lot of noise in the background. “I’m selling mugs!” Isaac exclaimed.”I’m selling mugs!” I could hear the glee in his voice. He was in the right place, exactly where he should be, but I was lost and wandering.”
Ted Wilson Reviews The World #174. AWP gets 2 out of 5 stars.
“AWP is one of those manic, slightly regressive rituals (like college reunions or taking Ecstasy) that’s easy to badmouth, but foolish to condemn.”

roxanegay:

My goal each night was to drink until I could no longer feel my feet throbbing. I succeeded in this, amply. Drinks just kept appearing in front of me so I did the responsible thing and drank them. This made mornings rough.

You’ll read Roxane Gay’s dispatch from AWP if you know what’s good for you.

AWP

Your Rumblrers are not attending AWP this year but we do official endorse any and all Rumpus and Tumblr events. Also, please find Isaac and buy several Write Like a Motherfucker mugs.

“Like a chatty series of essays and asides from a mentor or friend who knows a lot about the poetry world, or eavesdropping at the AWP hotel bar for several hours”