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July 29th, 2017

Trying, once again, to revitalize this space. Maybe I will re-create this blog as I re-create myself: six months out from my thesis presentation and one month out from the formal graduation ceremony, I am now a post-MFA-er trying to establish and hold on to the rhythms of a post-MFA creative life, to hold on to that community and to join the larger creative community as well. Freed from the beneficial tyranny of deadlines, will I write more? Less? Differently? Freed from the beneficial tyranny of reading lists, will I read more? Less? Differently?

At any rate, I doubt I have a reader left in the world – freed from an audience, let’s see what happens.

What I’m reading now:

This essay by Adrienne Raphel on the 50th anniversary of the publication of M.S. Merwin’s The Lice. “The most frightening aspect of The Lice,” Raphel writes “is its brutal cyclicality. We have felt these bruises before, felt them disappear, and then been re-bruised.” And it is now my dearest wish that my poetry manuscript one day ends up in Merwin’s compost heap. Read the essay – you’ll understand.

Forest Primeval, always, always Forest Primeval by Vievee Francis. This book has changed my poetry in ways I can hardly describe. I turn to Vievee’s work again and again for lessons in writing into discomfort.

Female Dragonflies Fake Sudden Death to Avoid Male Advances” by Ava C. Cipri in Stirring: A Literary Collection. “Dragonfly, girl, I feel you.”

 

 


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