archives for Friday 15 June 2007
chosen
Friday 15 June 2007 | I like a cookie
CD Wright said to me: There are a lot of hard things about being a poet. But it’s a chosen life. And not many people get to choose their lives.
friday refrain · recreance
Friday 15 June 2007 | I like a cookie
The corrections arrive from Boston, but I don’t even open them. I read Agee until at noon I shower, Pyewacket offended and retreating to the duvet for her own much more sensible tongue-bath. Shave (new vanilla gel) and wash (vanilla sugar scrub) and dry and put on lotion (goat milk and honey, handmade in Pie […]
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dirt-road morning
Friday 15 June 2007 | I like a cookie
When will I next fall asleep with windows open to crickets and coyote yelps, wake to the liquid tangles and warbles of birdsong? Cries of birds, the poet wrote, hung on the air like jewels. On the other hand, maybe once departed from rural life, THE FREAKING DSL WILL WORK AGAIN.
• call landlord’s office about […]
confessional perspective
Friday 15 June 2007 | I like a cookie
When composing, I feel free to tap into any literal and emotional experience I’ve had; I don’t let myself worry about whether people in my life might recognize themselves in poems I have written. I trust the language of poetry, its rhetoric and its figures, to distort the literal and remove it from the realm […]
