A Writer's notebook, Day One-Hundred-Forty-Eight
Today's poem was not a list. I'm not sure it is particularly great, but it is something, and I am glad to have done it. I am, once more, extremely tired, as I didn't get a great deal of sleep last night. Ulysses was having seizures, so I was attempting to keep him calm and hold him between episodes, but he wanted to get up and have a snack. Unfortunately, he was still having activity, and he would lose all control of his front paws and fall, which is why I wanted to keep him on the bed.
Melissa and I were able to keep him safe until the episode passed, but it took a while, and after, I was not able to go straight back to sleep. Really, it was a minor episode with him, it just messed with my sleep last night, and so I am a bit over-tired at present. It was that feeling, and the conflict between my desire to do this work and my desire to get to bed early that was the subject of the poem I wrote, actually.
While I am not particularly proud of the poem itself, I do feel that it is important work, and moves me forwards in my current pursuits. I have numerous things that I want to work on, but writing poetry needs to be a focus for the next little bit, and I am wanting to rekindle something in my poetic imagination that has felt a bit distant. I know it will come back when I am immersed in the work again, and I am working to get myself going a bit before I am in workshop later this month.
Poetry was the writing that first ignited my interest on a real level. I can recall my first experiences learning about poetry, and my first serious writing was certainly a part of those encounters. In some ways, it may be that I am attempting to recapture some aspect of what first made me love language through returning to the poetic medium.
In not writing so much poetry, I do think I've missed something. In truth, as I have said before, I don't think it is anything I could ever lose, but I do want to reconnect with that aspect of my writing self, and in so doing, I hope to make my other work deeper. It is my goal, really, to be able to do work that is beyond those limits, and I don't really think of poetry as being particularly different in most cases from other forms of writing, but my experiences suggest that poetry in a pure form does have a different aspect, at least for me in my own creative process.
That is to say, I feel something is missing from my writing life, at the moment, and that I believe that is what I always found writing poetry. For much of my life, I wrote almost exclusively poetry, and I think I took it for granted that writing was writing, in a way. While I believe that on some level to be true even now, I am also aware that writing prose does not satisfy some part of me, and I am happy to be on the path to reconnecting to the poetic impulses that first made me want to be a writer.
Melissa and I were able to keep him safe until the episode passed, but it took a while, and after, I was not able to go straight back to sleep. Really, it was a minor episode with him, it just messed with my sleep last night, and so I am a bit over-tired at present. It was that feeling, and the conflict between my desire to do this work and my desire to get to bed early that was the subject of the poem I wrote, actually.
While I am not particularly proud of the poem itself, I do feel that it is important work, and moves me forwards in my current pursuits. I have numerous things that I want to work on, but writing poetry needs to be a focus for the next little bit, and I am wanting to rekindle something in my poetic imagination that has felt a bit distant. I know it will come back when I am immersed in the work again, and I am working to get myself going a bit before I am in workshop later this month.
Poetry was the writing that first ignited my interest on a real level. I can recall my first experiences learning about poetry, and my first serious writing was certainly a part of those encounters. In some ways, it may be that I am attempting to recapture some aspect of what first made me love language through returning to the poetic medium.
In not writing so much poetry, I do think I've missed something. In truth, as I have said before, I don't think it is anything I could ever lose, but I do want to reconnect with that aspect of my writing self, and in so doing, I hope to make my other work deeper. It is my goal, really, to be able to do work that is beyond those limits, and I don't really think of poetry as being particularly different in most cases from other forms of writing, but my experiences suggest that poetry in a pure form does have a different aspect, at least for me in my own creative process.
That is to say, I feel something is missing from my writing life, at the moment, and that I believe that is what I always found writing poetry. For much of my life, I wrote almost exclusively poetry, and I think I took it for granted that writing was writing, in a way. While I believe that on some level to be true even now, I am also aware that writing prose does not satisfy some part of me, and I am happy to be on the path to reconnecting to the poetic impulses that first made me want to be a writer.
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