flat, drab, mechanical, anachronistic, archaistic, the language of business platitudes hunting for poetry in strange places the learning of how to do something really well (Gary Snyder) and preferably something domesticated like cooking or...
I worked on a spreadsheet all day. I was a thousand ants. Meanwhile, there’s nothing to figure out. I want the Dark Mother. The expression of negativity and destruction, the extreme expression. Why do...
Struggling. I don’t want to write down anything discursive, narrative, obvious, patented, simple, negative, positive, emotional, hopeful, peaceful … I have so many ways I don’t want to write. I wrote some interesting sentences...
I was interested to read Paula Vogel’s “Playwright’s Note” about The Long Christmas Ride Home. She wrote about the urge to empathy and the urge to abstraction, the “two volitions that underlie all artistic...
Repotted the poinsettia which had dropped all its green leaves, leaving only its red, quite considerate for Valentine’s Day. Bought red and white candles, fat ones and tall ones, and a cherry strudel. Roses...
Exercises in deletion, fragmentation, hiding, compulsion. I’d like to make word theory, poem theory, not by thinking, but by doing. I was there before. I’ve been there. I know the route. I feel eager,...
I am swooning my way through Ashbery, swanning, swimming. Shapiro is fantastically subtle, describing the most elusive effects simply perfectly. I identify with this very much: For Ashbery, the poem remains, it is true,...