Marie Gauthier

The clean-up on that little adventure was an absolute beast. Oh the screams! As if soap was acid. Good times.

Writing poems is akin to taking mudbaths — you have to be willing to immerse yourself in the muck, revel in the muck, save the worries about clean-up for later — but as a metaphor it’s a trifle watered-down, and I have some mucking about to do of my own, and, as usual, time is short.

For more intelligent and not-even-a-little academic discussions on poetry, these are a couple stops to make:

*This Poetry Daily prose feature from the winter. Hampden-Sydney Poetry Review began a new feature with its winter issue called 4×4, in which four contributors answer four questions. One of the respondents for this piece is Lawrence Raab, who read as part of the Collected Poets Series (CPS) in April, and was an utter delight. This 4×4 was a great read —  another journal to add to my subscription list.

*Many of you already regularly haunt the How a Poem Happens blog, but in case not, this interview with Nickole Brown (who is going to read on June 3 for CPS! Can’t wait!), in which she discusses the genesis and process of her poem, “Footling,” is not to be missed.