Poet, librarian, birder.
Author of Angels & Adultery (2018), Co-author of Mapping the Valley: Hospital Poems (2021), both from Seven Kitchens Press, 2018.
First chapbook: Moons, Roads, and Rivers (Finishing Line Press, 2017)
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I think letting someone else’s poem, or any writing, be ‘what it is’ vs. me working hard to make it into something it’s not, or into anything because I don’t understand it–just letting it be and enjoying it and taking from it what I can, works for me. Very apt cartoon!
Agreed. 🙂 The Elliots and Pounds of modernism. . . well, while it’s good to “dig deeper” into a poem, it can be a sad thing to not enjoy someone for who they are, but rather be constantly searching for their deeper meaning, and so too with poems. Going too far perhaps kills the mystery as well?
I think letting someone else’s poem, or any writing, be ‘what it is’ vs. me working hard to make it into something it’s not, or into anything because I don’t understand it–just letting it be and enjoying it and taking from it what I can, works for me. Very apt cartoon!
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Agreed. 🙂 The Elliots and Pounds of modernism. . . well, while it’s good to “dig deeper” into a poem, it can be a sad thing to not enjoy someone for who they are, but rather be constantly searching for their deeper meaning, and so too with poems. Going too far perhaps kills the mystery as well?
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