"In the version where I am wrong, we keep going."
Today's subject line is from Laura Passin's poem "We the Destroyers."
Poetic Medicine published my poem "Eichengrün in Terezín, 1944" today.
I didn't learn about Eichengrün during my 2009 visit to the Czech Republic, but later, when I started reading more about pharmacy practice and research (Diarmuid Jeffreys's Aspirin: The Story of a Wonder Drug was a source of some of the details in my poem).
I was in Prague/Terezin primarily to sing, but there was much to see, including this tribute to a journalist imprisoned in Buchenwald:
And also this cage over a well, apparently to protect the water from would-be poisoners:
I did carve out some time for writing during that trip, as stated in my one of my Southern Legitimacy Statements for Dead Mule. The poem mentioned in that bio became The Language of Waiting. (If you want a copy with proper apostrophes, as opposed to the Wordpress in DM's archives, there's always my book...)
The bar where I worked at that poem:
Going through some albums and notes from that trip reminded me of how much I've forgotten about it. But I do remember my favorite building:
This entry was originally posted at https://zirconium.dreamwidth.org/161004.html.
Poetic Medicine published my poem "Eichengrün in Terezín, 1944" today.
I didn't learn about Eichengrün during my 2009 visit to the Czech Republic, but later, when I started reading more about pharmacy practice and research (Diarmuid Jeffreys's Aspirin: The Story of a Wonder Drug was a source of some of the details in my poem).
I was in Prague/Terezin primarily to sing, but there was much to see, including this tribute to a journalist imprisoned in Buchenwald:
And also this cage over a well, apparently to protect the water from would-be poisoners:
I did carve out some time for writing during that trip, as stated in my one of my Southern Legitimacy Statements for Dead Mule. The poem mentioned in that bio became The Language of Waiting. (If you want a copy with proper apostrophes, as opposed to the Wordpress in DM's archives, there's always my book...)
The bar where I worked at that poem:
Going through some albums and notes from that trip reminded me of how much I've forgotten about it. But I do remember my favorite building:
This entry was originally posted at https://zirconium.dreamwidth.org/161004.html.