melancholy
An inhibited sadness extending like frost. Too many blocky paragraphs, small type. They seem impenetrable, igloos stuffed with cotton, no way to get a worm into the ear. I read the essay on Jacob,...
An inhibited sadness extending like frost. Too many blocky paragraphs, small type. They seem impenetrable, igloos stuffed with cotton, no way to get a worm into the ear. I read the essay on Jacob,...
Not really – just a comment about this feature. I resist the “extended entry” because I want each entry to have a shape, to cohere, hang together. It’s the poet’s eye, foreign to the...
Today I laid out the “poems” from the brown journal in two columns and printed them out on scrap paper, landscape. They leapt into life as a “book.” I saw more that needed to...
This is my favorite place. I want to come here often. It’s very spare, isn’t it. Not flashy at all. It’s pretty simple. Here’s something I wrote in my journal today: “There are many...
Shorter is better!!!! Shorter, shorter is better! It’s hard to remember this.
I was able to edit a sheaf of pages from the “Brown Journal” into several prose poems that I’m fairly pleased with. It is such an ODD process. I find it very difficult, although...
I did some high priority tasks today and then I ran off to Border’s to get back to poetry mind. Poetry and routine Poetry and commitment Poetry and accomplishment Poetry and competition Poetry and...