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I watched those movies over and over again. They lack plot entirely—they have situations which serve as a kind of string on which to hang gags. Each project seems to be different. What holds true is revision. Another great question. I have no idea.
I think poets are advocates for poetry. They pursue their calling, which is a noble, or at least an admirable, and very rare, thing to do. Writing is so lonely. Go on your nerve. And I once heard Frank Bidart talk about how important it is to follow your nose as a reader. I guess I perk up when someone named Frank starts talking. What do you see as the appeal?
It find it quite hard, actually, but then again writing is hard. The formal demands of poetry and nonfiction are so different, and poems are so small—mine are, at least—and precise. Poetry has a lot to do with the moment, is made up of a moment, even, and creates of that a new moment for someone else, while prose takes place over a long period of time, and each moment is less important than the accumulation of moments. In my experience I translated a lot of Portuguese poetry about ten years ago , translation is as much an act of reading as of writing, the most demanding and intimate kind of reading.
Just have to learn a new language. All summer I wrote late at night and loved that.
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I have dreams of being a fireman. That leaves writing. Bad Boy by Walter Dean Myers. I wish everyone would read that book. I recently finished a long poem long for me: six pages about a silent film actress named Mary Nolan. And I wrote an even longer ekphrastic poem over the summer about some drawings by Robert Rauschenberg. There have been some wonderful appreciations and hefty obituaries posted so far: what would I even have to add? Not much, possibly. But here goes. What can I say? I was a quiet, solitary kid, and comics provided touchstones to the larger world. The stories were funny, and touching, and personal, alongside the big explosions and sequence of conflict upon conflict.
There was the idea of doing something for someone else simply for the sake of doing it, for the sake of making things generally better for everyone.
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The idea of doing something because you should, even though it might be hard. Especially if it might be hard. The value lay in acknowledging that such value was in the doing. Superman or Batman seemed pretty abstract, but a character like Spider-Man, created by Lee and Ditko, felt different. I saw that it was possible to be lonely, unpopular and bullied and still not get worn down. It was okay to worry and be anxious and even a bit neurotic. And still be able to help.
Be heroic without focusing on the hero part. And help because you should, understanding that even the smallest act could make a very big difference. It was possible to win while still losing. It was possible to keep going, and know it would eventually, always, improve. Just be smart. A sequence of panels from the second Marvel Two-in-One annual was always one that stuck with me, Thanos seeing how intelligent Spider-Man actually is, getting Thanos to pause, talk, and allow for him to formulate a plan.
I like your friend, Grimm. Years before comics were taken seriously by the mainstream, I learned as a very young person that it was possible to tell good stories in comics; good stories that were worth telling. Important stories. When Harry Osborn overdosed, or the death of Gwen Stacy. Loss upon loss, one might say, throughout the entire history of Spider-Man, losses that were rarely pushed aside, or forgotten about. Losses that weighed upon him do you remember him smashing a table in Avengers Tower after House of M?
And yet he kept going, keeps going; with optimism and good humour, in part due to sheer bloodyminded resilience. Keep going. Keep fighting. And bad jokes were always a good deflection. What did I know? Thanks for this, Stan Lee. Thanks for all of this, and to Kirby and Ditko as well. And, as the Man himself said: Excelsior,.
Thanks so much! You can download each of the three titles here. That good? The recipient of fellowships from Cave Canem and the Virginia G. In general, though, I feel my first book has really made a wonderful path for the subsequent books. And what an incredibly rewarding life that would be. I came to poetry second.
Fiction writing was incredibly popular at my undergraduate institution. A professor, Dr. Manganelli, recommended that I take a poetry workshop after finding out the difficulties I had getting into the fiction workshop. She told me to take Dr. The previous semester, Dr. Manganelli helped me to realize I was very good at reading and analyzing poems, and that I probably loved poetry, but I was still skeptical about my ability and willingness to write it. I attended a reading by Jillian Weise and fell in a kind of love all over again at the prospect of being able to do what she did in that reading.
I was intimidated, and that made me excited. I think I might be a semi-quick writer. I think any great poem will have both, and I hate when people try to destroy the subtext in favor of the text. As far as what type of author I am, I think I might be a weird in-between of the traits you describe. Millennial Roost is certainly a book that emerged as a result of both traits. I have no idea where my second book came from.
I write until they show up and sometimes I develop mechanisms along the way that prove a generative or consistent or otherwise productive mode for the composing of what ends up being a finished work. I do think public readings are part of my creative process, or perhaps that they will be.
I wrote Millennial Roost imagining the speaker disclosing to another human being, even if the speaker felt there was a very low likelihood of that actually happening.