I refuse to wear a hat because it's almost April. But it's still freezing here! Gack! Enough already. I'm also avoiding my heavy coats, but that means wearing the beige coat that is all ripped up and the arm is falling off. People think it's a nice coat at first, and then they realize it's a mess. I am trying to pretend that it isn't a metaphor for anything.
I am charging into the next six weeks. The last six weeks of the semester. On Thursday Cate Marvin and Jay Hopler are reading here, so that will be a treat. Next Monday (3/31) I'm reading with Zachary Schomburg and Michael Dumanis. Are you going to come see us? 5:00 pm in the U Akron Student Union, room 335.
Last night I wrote a poem in fifteen minutes. It's not going to change the world or anything, and I guess you might count the prior ten minutes of drinking a glass of wine as part of the process, but I was still proud of myself. I think of so many things when I'm out walking my dog. Sometimes (okay, often) I sabotage my writing by telling myself that I don't have enough time.
How long does it take you to write a poem?
Last night's results were atypical for me. Sometimes it's 1.5 hours, in addition to days of mulling and percolating. Some poems I pick at like scabs for weeks. But most were written in about 45 minutes, I'd guess.