In Search of Saying What I Mean & Peace

So much gratitude in my person for Lynn Melnick who wrote this lovely micro-review of Aphoria.   It means so much to me that my poems communicated what I wanted them to, that they were able to say what they meant, and that someone thought enough of them to say so.  Lately I have been feeling like I am not very good at saying what I mean.  It is a great comfort to know that at least my poems do.

Also, Lynn is a wonderful poet.  If you don’t have her book If I Should Say I Have Hope (a title that is to die for) you should probably get it.

And in lieu of actual peace…

via Colossal.

Boredom

Boredom

See how the fish go back and forth endlessly in their tank, from one side to the other and back and back again, along a line they forget. Boredom is a failure of the imagination to perceive reality, which is exciting. For instance, if you get very close to a tiny bug scampering across a stone wall, this is very exciting; you won’t be bored. The clouds are always changing shape—a cow, a bicycle wheel, and that one looks like a fork…it’s very exciting.

Or it’s a failure of reality to make room for the imagination: that may indeed be a stone wall, but it is made of trillions of imperceptible atoms only visible to the inner eye, which splinters everything into the parts of which all might, of which all must, be made.

Imagination is the failure of boredom to accept reality, which is matter-of-fact and available in the simplest sense of that word, meaning it is right here before you, go and touch it or don’t, it won’t change anything and you are being kept out anyway, locked in an imaginary bubble that only an imaginary needle can pop.

It is no surprise that you’re bored, given the above, and the above is no surprise, given that you are you, not that you are so different from anyone else.

Leaves are falling outside. There is no reason to count them—a number won’t aide or impede their falling, nor will it change your life.

The Last Book I Loved & Poetry Society of America & Boston Review & More Songs of the Week

A little something that I wrote about Lucy Ives’ book nineties was featured on The Rumpus’ The Last Book I Loved series last Friday.  You can read it here.

Also, I was featured on the Poetry Society of America’s In Their Own Word series a couple weeks ago.  I am super excited to have been asked to participate.  Big thanks to Brett Fletcher Lauer for asking me.  You can read that here.

Also, the lovely Lynn Melnick did a micro-review of Aphoria that was recently published in the Boston Review.  It’s not available online yet and I haven’t been able to find a magazine shop that sells the Boston Review so I haven’t read it yet…Lynn says that it will be available online soon.  Thank you Lynn!

As always, some more Songs of the Week by Rauan Klassnik, Elisa Gabbert, and Michael Zapruder – all still a part of the Black Ocean residency.  Stay tuned for residencies from Flowers & Cream and Bloof.

What else?

Just hanging in, hanging on, etc.

I’m reading I Love Dick by Chris Kraus and it’s making me a little crazy I think (in a good way).