il neige ...
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Terrible news came on Friday morning when we learned that our friend Nick passed away unexpectedly Thursday night. He was 43, way too young and too sweet to have this happen now. He always greeted me with a hug and a smile and a warm hello, and he always took the time to talk to me, really listen to and remember what I said. Our last in-depth conversation was about Angels & Demons, a book he had recently finished and one I read awhile ago. He really enjoyed it, and so did I, and we were surprised that we did. I was to see him next Saturday, and it will be a sad week saying good-bye. J has a wonderful post on Nicky on his blog. What more is there to say. I will miss him.
I have completed my large project, so today I went back to normal work and to my poetry. This morning I sent out three submission packets to reviews, so we'll see what happens. I have not heard from any since I started sending out my work again a few months ago. The response time is usually a number of months, so I hope to hear about the first batch soon.
I started another poem, but I am not confident that it will come to anything I like. I started writing from inspiration I had while listening to a certain Cowboy Junkies song; sometimes I can capture that feeling/essence and "writing place" only when listening to that certain song, and I may not be able to get that "place" back again. (As it was, I repeated the song four times to keep the mood going so that I could get all I could out of me AND it was gray and raining, which set the tone. We'll see if I can get that feeling back next time I sit to work on it.)
Recently I have been trying something again that my friend K and I used to try, something we practiced in graduate school: modifications of the cut-up technique. I have been circling words in catalogs and taking random words and lines from books, so I hope this sparks some newness. I want to write some new poems that don't bore me with their Amyness; all my poems seem the same to me these days ... same structure and emphases and topics. blah.
I have completed my large project, so today I went back to normal work and to my poetry. This morning I sent out three submission packets to reviews, so we'll see what happens. I have not heard from any since I started sending out my work again a few months ago. The response time is usually a number of months, so I hope to hear about the first batch soon.
I started another poem, but I am not confident that it will come to anything I like. I started writing from inspiration I had while listening to a certain Cowboy Junkies song; sometimes I can capture that feeling/essence and "writing place" only when listening to that certain song, and I may not be able to get that "place" back again. (As it was, I repeated the song four times to keep the mood going so that I could get all I could out of me AND it was gray and raining, which set the tone. We'll see if I can get that feeling back next time I sit to work on it.)
Recently I have been trying something again that my friend K and I used to try, something we practiced in graduate school: modifications of the cut-up technique. I have been circling words in catalogs and taking random words and lines from books, so I hope this sparks some newness. I want to write some new poems that don't bore me with their Amyness; all my poems seem the same to me these days ... same structure and emphases and topics. blah.
