I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I couldn’t have written Epistolophilia without writers’ grants and research fellowships. A number of different arts agencies and institutions — these are listed in the Acknowledgements to my book — helped me pay for plane tickets, get paper for printing, buy time for writing, and (perhaps [...]
Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category
Show Me the Money: Where to Find Writers’ Grants
29 Dec 2011 at 09:31
Julija Šukys
Biography, Contests and Prizes, Countdown to Publication, Editing, Epistolophilia, Funding, Journeys, Libraries, Poetry, Rejection, Research, Residencies and Fellowships, SheWrites, Uncategorized, Writing, Yiddish
On Obscurity and the Long View
03 Aug 2011 at 18:43
Julija Šukys
Biography, Eastern Europe, Epistolophilia, Friendship, Libraries, Lithuania, Ona Šimaitė, Poetry, Publishing, Research, Translation, Uncategorized, Vilnius, Writing
Janina Degutytė. Poezija/Poems. Trans. M.G. Slavėnas. Lithuanian Writers’ Union, Vilnius, 2003. I’ve been thinking about the issue of obscurity lately, because I’ve wanted to write about a book that’s been sitting on my desk for months now. It’s an English translation of the work of a Lithuanian poet, Janina Degutytė (1928-1990). She wrote her best [...]
Lifeblood: J. Edward Chamberlin
29 Mar 2010 at 09:39
Julija Šukys
Grad School, J. Edward Chamberlin, Journeys, Language and Multilingualism, Life-blood, Poetry, University of Toronto, Writing
J. Edward Chamberlin, If This is Your Land, Where are Your Stories?: Reimagining Home and Sacred Space. Pilgrim Press, 2003. Ted Chamberlin was one of my professors at the University of Toronto, and if you read his book, you’ll understand what a good teacher and storyteller he is. It weaves together tales about cowboy culture, [...]
Life-blood: Maggie Nelson
12 Mar 2010 at 07:50
Julija Šukys
Life-blood, Life-writing, Maggie Nelson, Marketing, Poetry, Writing
Maggie Nelson, Jane: A Murder. Soft Skull Press, 2005. I read Maggie Nelson’s book after a Temple University professor recommended it to me as an example of writing that, like my own, was hybrid in form. Jane tells about the author’s search for traces of her aunt who was brutally raped then killed in the [...]



