Julie has some unhappy thoughts.
I sympathize. What can you do? Poetry is a changeling kid with burning eyes. You can’t treat it like the other kids. If you put it on your to-do list, it will sit right up with its straight straight back and laugh at you. Between the eyes. With a laugh you think sounds like a spoon stuck in the sink garbage disposal until you realize it sounds like jasmine rice spilling over a glass table.
And it’s moved in to stay.
How do you live with something like that?
I’d say instead: connection – we totally need it. Publication is one small way to get it.
Some of the time?
Dis-connection is good the other part of the time!
I think disconnection is my default. I need to work to be connected, and it’s harder and harder the older I get.
I think some of us are too self-sufficient in our poetry. Never thought I’d say that.