Friday, April 30, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Where do all the poems go?
Well, we put them in our pockets and our hearts and we fix them and fix them and fix them until they are really ready for an audience. This is fast and furious draft-writing. We need to go back and really work them for weeks, months, years and then we shall release them some day when they are all grown up and wearing their sexy dresses and wanting the keys the car and we'll stand at the door and wave and cry and hold each other and say, "It just all happened so fast!." Until then, more to come. Maybe even one today! Probably. Thanks a ton for reading so far. And for your awesome comments!
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Uh oh
White space! 2 poems due today!
These are my ideas: a baseball poem (it's been awhile)
and a poem using the word Scantron machine.
These are my ideas: a baseball poem (it's been awhile)
and a poem using the word Scantron machine.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Quick Observation: Day 13 Check-In
I am writing with a lot of "ands."
I have said "fuck" and "fucking" in two poems!
(I never fucking do that.)
I am writing poems about horses.
I am writing poems about sex.
I am writing poems about death.
I am writing poems about grief.
So, sex, death, horses, and grief.
Interesting...interesting.
What have you done to me National
Poetry Month!?
I have said "fuck" and "fucking" in two poems!
(I never fucking do that.)
I am writing poems about horses.
I am writing poems about sex.
I am writing poems about death.
I am writing poems about grief.
So, sex, death, horses, and grief.
Interesting...interesting.
What have you done to me National
Poetry Month!?
Monday, April 12, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Friday, April 09, 2010
Thursday, April 08, 2010
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Dr. Ada's Day 7 Check-in on Mental Health
If I was a doctor or particularly, a therapist, I would observe that the most difficult thing about writing and posting a poem every day is that you cannot afford to censor yourself. Usually, if a poem comes out raw and unready, or could be embarrassing due to its tender subject matter, we can tuck it away for a month, or a year. During the month of April, this is impossible. We can't censor ourselves or protect ourselves from our own naked ideas. Because we are writing A POEM A DAY. This is why it is very difficult and, I think I can speak for Jason and Jen here, it leaves us feeling skinless in the wind. So, if you see us crumble here, it's because usually we can close the curtain... heal a bit before letting you all peak in. But not in April. In April we're naked in the window, probably crying, maybe laughing, and most likely torturing ourselves into a tizzy. Dr. Ada thinks this is actually good for us. Though it might not look or sound good to you. And not because poems are like therapy (I do not believe that), but because writing every day awakens those hidden parts, the parts that desire to be squelched, and makes them parade down the street in all their awkward glory. Tada!
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Monday, April 05, 2010
Sunday, April 04, 2010
Saturday, April 03, 2010
Friday, April 02, 2010
Thursday, April 01, 2010
National Poetry Month!
April 1st marks the first day of National Poetry Month. In a tribute to the month, many things will happen. First, there will be cake every day. Secondly, there will also be flowers. Lastly, there will be three first drafts of poems published here from me, Jennifer L. Knox, and Jason Schneiderman...every...single...day.
These cannot, will not, be finished poems. Unless the skies open for a quick little miracle of art, one rarely finishes a poem in a day, or a week, or a year. BUT, as an exercise for poets...it's quite useful. We take them a away and fix them over the following year and sometimes they morph into really lovely talking pieces of paper!
So happy April. Happy Spring. Happy Poetry. Happy clumsy drafts of first starts of poems. Be easy on us. We post so that we actually complete them, but it's terrifying.
These cannot, will not, be finished poems. Unless the skies open for a quick little miracle of art, one rarely finishes a poem in a day, or a week, or a year. BUT, as an exercise for poets...it's quite useful. We take them a away and fix them over the following year and sometimes they morph into really lovely talking pieces of paper!
So happy April. Happy Spring. Happy Poetry. Happy clumsy drafts of first starts of poems. Be easy on us. We post so that we actually complete them, but it's terrifying.