perilous
It was a long weekend, during which I accomplished less than half of what I meant to. Time kept getting away from me, and I kept getting frustrated by what I could not control.
Like fortune cookies, for one thing. Who knew that it would be so difficult to make fortune cookies, stuff haikus in them, and call them haikukies? But that is neither here nor there. The important thing are the little slips of paper on which are scribbled poems from Saturday evening.
I felt a little silly lighting candles early Saturday evening. Maybe I should be wearing all black and smoking a cigarette. I should pull on the costume of a poet for the evening I had in mind. But my firsts guests were so excited about the idea that I felt at once more and less nervous, and I decided to let less nervous win. Thanks, guys. I couldn't have pulled it ff myself.
Writing is such a solitary art. But things like zines, and poetry parties, and blogs give it a little collaborative shake. I go back and forth loving and hating those shake-ups because I can never quite decide if I want writing to be as solitary as it is or not. It's so much safer to write in my little book and leave it at that. But I'd rather use it to connect to people, if I can.
It's a real struggle for me, but for nights like Saturday, it's worth it. I had a great time, and we wrote some great poems. Especially the group poems. Who knew collaborative writing could turn out so well.........
Like fortune cookies, for one thing. Who knew that it would be so difficult to make fortune cookies, stuff haikus in them, and call them haikukies? But that is neither here nor there. The important thing are the little slips of paper on which are scribbled poems from Saturday evening.
I felt a little silly lighting candles early Saturday evening. Maybe I should be wearing all black and smoking a cigarette. I should pull on the costume of a poet for the evening I had in mind. But my firsts guests were so excited about the idea that I felt at once more and less nervous, and I decided to let less nervous win. Thanks, guys. I couldn't have pulled it ff myself.
Writing is such a solitary art. But things like zines, and poetry parties, and blogs give it a little collaborative shake. I go back and forth loving and hating those shake-ups because I can never quite decide if I want writing to be as solitary as it is or not. It's so much safer to write in my little book and leave it at that. But I'd rather use it to connect to people, if I can.
It's a real struggle for me, but for nights like Saturday, it's worth it. I had a great time, and we wrote some great poems. Especially the group poems. Who knew collaborative writing could turn out so well.........