I’m going to tackle some revisions. I can’t go forward if I don’t go back, I’ve decided, and back into poems that I love to make them better, stronger, piercing (I hope). I’ve tried to apply suggestions to the new drafts and I feel distrusting of myself (which is bad bad for a poet) it’s like trying to drink wine without squishing the grapes, without fermenting, without the plants, the roots, the soil. Maybe that’s a bad analogy – um, it’s like, crap, I’m drawing a blank. It’s gutting a house, the floors, the insulation fluff, the squeaky appliances and building back up – it’s polish. It’s a new hip. A filling. A new sole – so when I set them on their way again they can walk for miles and miles and miles and miles
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4 responses to “Revisions”
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It’s like surgery for me. It hurts at first then you heal and you’re better after and you were before except part of you kind of itches a bit.
love,
Rebecca-
This was the first time I was actually MORE excited to get revisions back than ever before. Mostly, I’m terrified and last time I sent an MS to a friend that didn’t work and I cried crumpled on the floor and I think I even curled up like a baby in my boyfriend’s lap and thank god he just let me cry even though he didn’t know what the hell the problem was. No, this time it’s a thoughtful absorption – like soil seeping in water. And I know, I know, I know my work will be better for it. The past few days I’ve been trying to build up the nerve. It is itchy work. Scabs and all.
xoxo-
I think you are brave and wonderful. Most poets the grand majority don’t care you know.
xo-
Bravery feels more like fear. Thank you.
I think that’s insane – to not care. And I think that’s sad. How do they expect to get better? For anyone else to care about their work if they don’t? I’ll stay on my side of the tracks.
xoxo
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