25 April 2012
National Poetry Writing Dropout Month
There's a reason why I prefer to write a poem a day during months that are not April. Between this week and next, I will be spending way too much time away in finery and not at home with my family. Readings, graduate reading, readings, other stuff. To think I scoffed at the notion of the cruellest (sic) month. I'm in the belly of that beast and treading.
Right now I would love to go home and bake cupcakes and then frost them elaborately. Instead, I need to sit at my desk and focus. I thought this would all go away when April shook its lamb tail for the last time, but instead it seems that the lion has two heads and survives on chocolate covered espresso beans.
I've been doing a lot of thinking. Poeming is at a halt, for the sake of sanity. When you arrive home from a 13.5 hour day of work, at 9:30 pm, the last thing you want to do is sit in front of a computer and upbraid yourself for having nothing profound to say.
In happier news, I will be reading with the lovely Jennifer Chang on Monday, 4/30, 7:30 pm, Main Classroom 134, Cleveland State University. I'm revising poems for the reading right now. Instead of doing other things.
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