My Wobbly Bicycle, 154
Three converging things: 1) the note I keep on my desk, advice from Sokuzan, my Buddhist teacher: “Don’t conclude anything.” 2) an interview with Stephen Dunn in the new issue of The Georgia Review, and 3) a note from an editor rejecting the poems I sent him, saying: “they all share a common characteristic that tips the scale toward the Return side: some bits of summation/explication that are unnecessary and/or less interesting than the images and anecdotes and implied metaphors.” Stephen Dunn: “The poem might be smart, but who cares? It has to get away from...
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Well, I just haven’t. I haven’t posted in a long while. There’s been a great deal of caretaking around here, although Jerry does everything he can. Yesterday I saw him dragging the dirty clothes basket along behind his walker, making for the laundry room. Have I lost focus? Once I wrote about cancer, but that subject, thank whatever-gods-may-be, is worn out for the time being. I have thought if I use what precious writing energy I have on a post, I won’t have anything left for the poems and essays. Yes, but of course energy begets energy. And when has not having...
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