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This poem by Theodore Rothke, which Kurt Vonnegut included in the intro to Slaughterhouse Five. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow I feel my fate in what I cannot fear I learn by going where I have to go. *** I’ve always loved this one. But it’s actually not the first poem … Continue reading On Theodore Rothke and misinterpretation.
This from The Rubaiyat Omar Khayyam (verses LXXI – LXXIII): The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling coop’d we … Continue reading A scientist-poet. From 12th century Persia. On Writing.
I am, as I said, buried in second-draft deadlines (which is actually as exciting as it is stressful). I do my best writing in the middle of the night, when it’s dark and dead quiet. The only downside is that when I hit a wall, there’s not much I can do to refocus without waking … Continue reading Walt Whitman. Because let’s make it a poetry week.
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