Sent poems out to Verse and Volt today, and MacDowell sent an email confirming that they got my application. Waiting to hear from Breadloaf as well. And a bunch of other mags. Does every other poet (and fiction writer, for that matter) find themselves unduly obsessed with their mailboxes, hoping that in every pile of envelopes there's a SASE with something inside other than a rejection slip and their poems folded slightly differently than how they were sent? It strikes me as a terribly unhealthy habit of mind. One of many I have.
I also began working on a longer poem today--3 pages, which is a heck of a lot for 1-page-me. But somehow, when I try to go long, the writing gets slack, and I end up destroying or scrapping the poem a few drafts in. Anybody got any good long poem suggestions?
And my girlfriend and I are going to Paris next week. Anyone got good suggestions for things to do?
6 comments:
i can't believe you have an effing blog. sucka!
How a) boring and b) self-obsessed. If you don't have anything interesting to say, don't start a blog.
Hey Craig,
I just found your blog via Zachary Schomburg's. I know exactly that mailbox feeling -- and how impossible it is to explain to non-writers why I'm so excited every day to get the mail (though I just got one of those way-too-thin, way-too-light envelopes back from Iowa Review.). I recommend the Muse d'Orsay if you like art museums -- but almost anything is great in Paris.
--Matt Thorburn
Dear anonymous meany,
if you don't have anything nice to say, don't read my blog.
C
I hate sundays for the simple fact that no mail runs.
Agreed...sundays are sad for many reasons, the lack of mail chief among them.
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