Spot the typo in the picture and then this blog post.

If you've come by the office you've probably seen us puttering around and mumbling. Its a difficult time to be getting things in order. For me, things seem a lot harder this semester. Maybe I've been fucked by Hunter and gotten scabies. Something itches. I've been unable to really focus on anything. Instead of reading Faulkner for class, I've been reading Auster. Instead of reading the Cloud Corporation (Tim Donnelly) for Rumpus, I finished Bluets by Maggie Nelson. Instead of my own proofreading I've been finding typos in books.

This is not really a convenient time for me to be slacking off, but I've known nothing else in this brief life. As Reuben (former managing editor) would say- I need that "flame under my ass." I wrote today. I think it would be fair to say that some of the people in the office consider themselves writers, some don't, and some will not admit it until they're on their deathbed. I'm not really hung up on labels because I've got some pretty rad friends who say: "LET'S DO A PROMPT" and then its either its awesome or it sucks. We try not judge. If we do- we get drunk and talk about it later. A man's relationship with a deer. Awkward. Not one of my better freewrites.

So we've been trying to come up with contest ideas. There will be an editor's meeting on Friday and we'll all blow our load and see what the hell comes of the mind retention. I thought about something to do with 'zines. I haven't narrowed in, but I'm always inspired by the idea of self-publishing. (No need to wait until you have gray hair for "your" issue of the OTR comes out- let's get RUHL.) I used to love writing 'zines when I worked at the library in periodicals. So many funny things happened and I had plenty of time to write while looking like I was doing something official. (Shut up Consumer Reports Dude, I'm writing my "thanks.") Photocopying and pasting and designing and fine-lining can be a real source of creative expulsion when you like to merge the C.A. Anyway: I'll be trying to think of more things that could win you $50 to The Strand. My "real" job is to get everyone in a room and go "okay, yes or no" and then tell them yes or no. And then disagree. And then agree. Then go into some kind of existentialist fugue. Then I wait for things to print and am surprised because I've already forgotten half the material. I want a contest that brings in some WOW.
Great things get published. Terrible things get published. Great things get rejected. Terrible things get shredded or burned.

This Saturday at Poet's House (founded by Stanley Kunitz… you know… the one who tells it like it is. Check your anthology or wiki if you're curious. Worth it, of course) Nick Flynn and Marie Howe are reading. Beg and tell the "palms out" you're CUNY if they poke you for $7 or just give it to them in quarters because you fucking love writing. The Poets House is at 10 River Terrace. (

As I was griping about: this semester has kind of been like when you've drank too much and are stuck on the 6 train and "train trafficked" to a halt before Parkchester. Its usually been a painful 8-13 hours of excitement & stupid shit and the relief of home seems like five stops & a car ride on the Hutch away.

Oh. Another thing. Haters wanna hate… but who the fuck cares. Shut up. Just jerk off and watch some Cops from the mid-nineties if things get ridiculous. Sit on the red couch and drink some coffee and write your paper and call your mother and refill your metro card and do something corny that makes you feel better after all that wocka wocka. I'll try and balance better, but I really love it when people come by and yell at me (just kidding bitch from last year, I will shred you. You knock and you be polite or the lobster takes out the big claw and tells you to STFU before going into a corner and hyperventilating and thinking: I don't get paid for this shit!)

Long winded, three thousand piece minded, third eye binded (bound) and sky high eyebrows with dust mites,

P.S. We don't have a blog editor. Obviously. If you want to write for us or correct all my stupid mistakes (I only like doing that for others, duh) - then stop by Thomas Hunter 212.


The above image is from the agenda sheet that managing editor Victoria made for our first staff meeting. As you can see- we have a pretty organized and aggressively anxious interest in the dates we discuss and our process of reaching out to the hiding creative artists in the Hunter community.
As you can see under our deadline caption in the margin to the right of this post: We have set a deadline for Fall 2010!
Plan on having everything ready to go by Friday, November 19th.
We had our first open house yesterday. Our next one will be on Wednesday, September 22. Like our previous post explained- we'd love if you'd drop by and say hi. Its important to keep the undergrad writing and artistic community together. Despite the odds working against us (room access, all the forms, no paid staff, being a student at Hunter) we have enough resources to be creative and functional (room access situation to improve, great organized people to handle those forms, staff that loves writing and share common interests that keep us together and inspired, being a student at Hunter is a purple bruise we're proud of).
Although its just September we're discussing our open-mic for this semester. Stay tuned and add us to your RSS for those updates (and all updates) or bookmark us. We're also on Facebook and Twitter. Right now the second week in November is looking good.

Also: look out for field trip info.

positive energy to all,

Open [Tree]houses

The time has come for The Olivetree Review's open [tree]houses! For all you lovely people who've emailed us, come by our office, or loitered by our door mesmerized, wondering how you can be a part of the OTR, this is your chance!

We'll be holding two open houses, one today (sorry for the late notice on that one) and one on Wednesday the 22nd. They'll both be in TH 212 from about 5 to 6pm, but we're always open to hanging out longer to mingle, get to know you, share each other's work, maybe even do one our free-writing sessions for the first time this semester, etc.

Come if you want to be an editor for any of our sections: poetry, fic/non-fic, or art, or if you just want to submit material and want to know more about the process before doing so. And we'll be putting out our first (of what we hope will be many) batch of submission contracts for you to pick up.

Come at whatever time works for you and spread the word. If you want to join our ranks and can't make it to either meeting, just try to contact us and come by sometime/anytime/all the time. The red couch will suck you in and you'll never want to leave.