Voice
Recently, I was thinking about the whole “book thing.” You know the one where the writer finally gets their first book. Not a CD, not a performance of their script, not a film or few pieces in a literary journal. The capital letter BOOK.
The past few weeks have found me distracted., I got lost in the whole “just put the damn poems together” exercise. I went back to the beginning of my blog. I noticed how impersonal this blog has gotten. How much of it has become clippings from the news.
And I thought. Where is my voice? (Thanks Jose.)
What I originally liked about blogging was the sense of building a life quilt. I liked the fact that my raw, barely edited first drafts of poems had a public place to hide in plain sight. I love it even more when the raw, baby poems grew up, left the house and found a place to be in the world. (This usually happened because some kind person commented on them, which made me invest in them.) I liked the documenting "now."
It also made me realize again how true that old saying from the feminist movement is. The personal is political.
So, as I approach my 300th blog entry, I’m hoping to return to my voice again.
Meanwhile, I’ll leave you with this infant poem below.
The past few weeks have found me distracted., I got lost in the whole “just put the damn poems together” exercise. I went back to the beginning of my blog. I noticed how impersonal this blog has gotten. How much of it has become clippings from the news.
And I thought. Where is my voice? (Thanks Jose.)
What I originally liked about blogging was the sense of building a life quilt. I liked the fact that my raw, barely edited first drafts of poems had a public place to hide in plain sight. I love it even more when the raw, baby poems grew up, left the house and found a place to be in the world. (This usually happened because some kind person commented on them, which made me invest in them.) I liked the documenting "now."
It also made me realize again how true that old saying from the feminist movement is. The personal is political.
So, as I approach my 300th blog entry, I’m hoping to return to my voice again.
Meanwhile, I’ll leave you with this infant poem below.
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