Draft of the Week, #2.
I don’t think it’s ever happened that I’ve written a first draft straight through before beginning revisions. I don’t know enough about where a poem’s headed to get it all down right away. Which is probably one reason the blank page is such a daunting prospect. Yet, when you sit down, neglect your family and…
Home again, home again, jiggity-jig!
All in all, a nice break from work, but I could really use a break from my child. Especially between the hours of 7 and 10pm. We’re in the process of moving from the 3rd floor to a larger apartment on the 2nd floor, hooray!, but the resulting chaos is wreaking havoc on my mental…
Rodney Jones in Parnassus.
From Rodney Jones’ poem “On Criticism” in the new issue of Parnassus: Poetry in Review: Without taste, criticism inflates to theory. The technique and not the art. The theology without the religion. The critic fails when he stops thinking of the sweetness.
Ode to Illness.
My shingles are improving, the rash receding, the pain lessening. But pale Vincent is still vomiting spectacularly whenever solid food hits his belly, so we’re trying to be nurturing and patient and insist on clear liquids though in between bouts he cries passionately to nurse. O it wrings our hearts. So lacking time or brainwaves…