Friday, August 10, 2012

Duck. How is making duck like trying something new in poetry?

Embrace the unfamiliar. Break the old patterns whether food or lines. Perhaps a day without enjambment would be beneficial. Write a long poem. It can always be whittled down to the minimal. There is a safety net; don't confuse with a spider's web.

Savor the anticipation of both -- duck and words.

1 comment:

  1. Mining Towns p. 17-18

    You couldn't know the cold cuts
    stacked inside a see-through drawer
    could save the day!

    Not a smile so pretty
    disturbs the placid ascent to topography

    I do not trap the feeling so much
    as marks, strung into the net--
    a seminole for supper, a jam