The machine I am
is a grading machine. A thresher of student papers. A great unstoppable mill for which these 12 essays are mere & easily-processed grist. So to work.
But first, I'm glad to report my return to relative health, & my return to the composition of poems. A 2 day break from writing poems, in my world, amounts to years. Wrote one today about a huge cross-section of a 500-year-old tree & American history, but I didn't like the sound of my voice. I don't think it had to do exclusively with the fact that it was written - for I didn't choose to do so - in blank verse. More to do, I think, with ekeing out a sort of compromise between my voice and the strictures of the form in which it all took shape. This situation might involve my reading Walcott (The Star-Apple Kingdom), who's adapted the traditional blank verse setup to his unique & stylized dialect. After him, I'd best get me back to my McGrath.
But first, I'm glad to report my return to relative health, & my return to the composition of poems. A 2 day break from writing poems, in my world, amounts to years. Wrote one today about a huge cross-section of a 500-year-old tree & American history, but I didn't like the sound of my voice. I don't think it had to do exclusively with the fact that it was written - for I didn't choose to do so - in blank verse. More to do, I think, with ekeing out a sort of compromise between my voice and the strictures of the form in which it all took shape. This situation might involve my reading Walcott (The Star-Apple Kingdom), who's adapted the traditional blank verse setup to his unique & stylized dialect. After him, I'd best get me back to my McGrath.
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