Friday, July 26, 2019

extraterrestrial reply



Yes, Elizabeth, I'm glad too [that “…{I’m} writing and reading things that matter”].

Send me your poem from your upcoming collection of poetry that most importantly expresses your sense of why you're doing poetry. 

Also, what, at heart, is poetry's calling, to you?

Thanks,

gary


deleted from draft email to her:

“Why do you do poetry?” would surely be a high schooler's question. Yet, it’s also a question implicitly addressed by anyone who cares for our humanity. 

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

genealogy of “a creative life”



The emergence of “a creative life” may be interesting, but likely only in light of the set of pages. If you enjoy that, this posting might matter. This is intended for reading afterward.

Friday, March 15, 2019

still the poetry



It’s eerie: a long memorial appreciation of you
is uploaded, complete with a selection of your poems,
the day you die, as if they were ready and waiting
for the immanence which escaped them
each morning you awoke again. “Still here.
Another day.” Or not.


Thursday, December 13, 2018

soliloquy to J. D. Salinger


meta-writing as self-begetting authorship, winter 2015—summer 2018

You may have thought I’m serendipitous in stringing together kindreds of ‘potpourri’, but it’s more than making a mélange of kindreds. I commonly write in view of a miscellany of notes that are brought together by some centripetal spirit of thematic belonging, a topical gravity that’s tropographic—a sense of topogeny that is tropological.

To wit: A mass of notes that became discards for writing the middle of “dear casual tourist” have a kindredness that could be named as some charactological (better than ‘characterological’) cohering.

Who is that guy?:


Monday, June 25, 2018

interview silences troped with some confession



After scrolling through Twitter stuff that turns up posts related to the filmmaker and seeing her Instagrams, I felt, as her, that I’m tired of being found “amazing,” etc.—weary of vapid praise.

“What I’ve done, I’ve done.”

I move on.