qotd

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that’s what the poet does. Allen Ginsberg

My name is…

I am working my way, fairly quickly, through Chaim Potok’s My Name is Asher Lev. On this coming Wednesday, I lead the monthly lunchtime book-club talk on it. I first read the book at the request of my high school English teacher. I had other English teachers at that school, but half the years, she Continue reading My name is…

routine

The poetry has been slow in coming lately. I treat it as an entity apart from myself. That way, I can tell myself that it’s in no way my own fault if I write nothing. I have (unconsciously? semiconsciously?) created a world where I am not at fault for not doing that which I can Continue reading routine