Saturday, September 22, 2012


I used to read a lot of good poetry.  Wallace Stevens, for one, but far too many good poets to mention by name.  I was in love with poetry for a long time; reading it, writing it, attending poetry readings.  i had some poems published, but looking back on my poems, i can't imagine why.
there is something so concise about poetry when it works.  it is so exciting to read the exact right words, or a line remembered...
"and for what except for you do i feel love..."

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