For three straight weeks, I’ve spent Sunday afternoons in a small office on the 4th floor of UNC Davis Library. I’m thankful for this space and for my generous German friend who keeps the key to his faculty study in a place where I can find it. This is why America should maintain the trust of our German allies.
Typically, I spend about 5 or 6 hours there revising some poems, writing blog posts, researching literary magazines and book publishers or a little bit of all of the above. Yesterday’s goal was to assemble the 10-36 pages of poems that could possibly become a chapbook. Last week’s session whittled down the bulk of my writing to 43 pages, which completely covered the limited desk space. Then coffee arrived and chatting ensued, leaving the poems to talk amongst themselves.
Poems need this time to get to know each other, figure out how to arrange themselves, and decide whether to be part of the group. Forty-three pages became 27, including the four that called out to be revised in the middle of the process for a literary journal submission. Some of the poems in the Group of Twenty-Seven may not make the final cut. I see two distinct themes and about eight poems that bridge these ideas but are not wedded to either camp. And so the process continues.
October 29, 2013 at 17:44
Wait… I’m stuck back there having trouble with, “…and WHY are you in the office on a Sunday?”
October 29, 2013 at 17:54
This office is not at work. It’s at the Poet’s Gym (library). I’ve always had a hard time poeting at home.
October 29, 2013 at 17:45
Oops.. Change that c to a v. You’ll know which one.
October 29, 2013 at 17:59
October 29, 2013 at 18:14
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