Hello, Absurd World

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Kickstarter Update #8: Hello, Absurd America.

I’m hitting the road from New York to New Orleans to work as an unpaid reporter (i.e. intern) at The Times-Picayune.

I’ll be straight with y’all: [First, about the fact that I somehow started saying “y’all” after 24 years in New York.] Graduate School has really slowed the progress of this book.

Hard reporting and poetry. I think they have a place together. I think there’s a lot of room for poetry in journalism and journalism in poetry — the best of both contain both. But I didn’t find that this year. I was too busy trucking along with work and school, the focus on surviving. [I was also hospitalized, but I won’t get into that. I’m fine now. And happy to be where I’m at, grateful to be where I’m going.]

The good news: Most of the poems for HAW are already written, as are half of your (awesomely) prompted poems. But I wanted some new stuff. Not less urban, just different. And with the semester over, and three months down south ahead, I think some different stuff is in the cards.

Thank you for supporting my book, and being patient. I’ve been meaning to update to tell you that HAW is far from dead in the water. It’s a dream that you provided the potential for me to accomplish. Now I just gotta get to the accomplishing.

I’ll be doing some readings in New Orleans, the first on June 25th at Antenna Gallery (3161 Burgundy Street, New Orleans, LA 70117). If you’re down South, please stop by, or shoot me an email and we’ll talk over coffee. (hannahmiet@gmail.com). And if you won’t be down South, you should still shoot me an email. I’d love to chat about book covers, dinosaurs, your poetry, breakfast, highways, click send.

I plan on blogging a bit more down there, and streamlined all my work (portfolio, blog, homepage) into one place: http://hannahmiet.com. So if you want to follow the blog, add http://hannahmiet.com/blog to your feed.

All book updates, reading and random musings will stay right here. Thanks for being with me and making this happen.

Love, Hannah

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The middle of a Sunday. Words whispered on a stage. Let’s pack the house together.

Sunday, February 20 · 4:00pm - 6:00pm
Bowery Poetry Club
308 Bowery
New York, NY

GUESTS: Ed Stever. Jane Rosenberg LaForge. Kimberly Kaye.
SPECIAL APPEARANCE: Hannah Miet.
HOSTS: George Wallace and Russ Green.

I will be post-op (nothing major, don’t worry) and likely reading on painkillers. Kim will read about Mick Jagger’s shirts accompanied by a banjo. There will be booze: before, during and after. It will be absurdity at its finest.

Come on out. We want you there with us.

Thanks for the continued support, patience and love.

I hope to see you Sunday.

xx Hannah

Filed under hell Hello Absurd World Kimberly Kaye Hannah Miet Ed Stever Jane Rosenberg LaForge George Wallce Russ Green

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Christ on a cracker: that’s a good question. I think my “selfhood” has a major (diagnosed) case of ADHD and chronic insomnia. I envision electric wires shooting out of my brain in all directions, latching on to a strand with full focus and then switching to another
I was interviewed about Hello, Absurd World in Linebreak Magazine + 2 recorded poems

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I’m Reading Poertry.
Sunday, January 16 · 4:00pm - 6:00pmFeaturing me, Iris Berman,Thomas Fucaloro, Charles Butler, with Kimberly Kaye as featurette and then an open mic.  Come out. I’d love to see you.
Location          Bowery Poetry Club

I’m Reading Poertry.

Sunday, January 16 · 4:00pm - 6:00pm


Featuring me, Iris Berman,Thomas Fucaloro, Charles Butler, with Kimberly Kaye as featurette and then an open mic.

Come out. I’d love to see you.


Location         
Bowery Poetry Club

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Anonymous asked: Generation Gap-----Bridged/ 61 yearold grandfather of ten from out west, totally entertained by reading the works of a 20 something New York Girl, no chance of ever meeting, but will be a fan for life.

Ten?

You must be proud, anonymous.

Thank you.

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For fiction the best age is from 35-45. Your fire is not all used up and you know more. Fiction is slower. For poetry the best age is from 17 to 26. Poetry writing is more like a skyrocket with all your fire condensed in one rocket.
William Faulkner, Via Eric Shonkwiler