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Archive for February 16th, 2007

Gassho. I am so appreciative of deep listening. Thanks for your comments on Valentine.

By the way, I love the Poets.org website. I didn’t know they broke writers and workshops down by state. Good to know.

I did stumble on an interview on the same website with Donald Hall, Flying Revision’s Flag . Insightful – about the art of revision. Can be applied to all forms of writing.

Hall seems to be a serious revisionist. He said when he was twenty-five a poem took six months or a year to revise. Now, it takes two years to five. I find revising a lot about letting go. What to keep. What to drop. I’m starting to be able to feel in my body when something isn’t right. What I do from there, well, that’s the challenge.

Here’s another interview, Donald Hall, in conversation with Judith Moore, I found with Hall from 1998, four years after his wife, Jane Kenyon, died of leukemia. As writers we have to hold everything – eventually, we write it down.

Life at Eagle Pond: the Poetry of Jane Kenyon and Donald Hall

Friday, February 16th, 2007

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This morning I walk into the bedroom, stop to pick up a piece of straw and its friend, lint. It is not easy to keep the house clean always. Oh, I see a note from Netflix, they received the DVD I sent yesterday. Netflix makes movies easy. I was wondering who came up with the idea, how long the idea will last before that, too, becomes obsolete. It’s good while it lasts.

In the bedroom the bed is unmade. On top of that a pile of clean clothes. Dee and Em watch Arthur, an episode about Arthur and DW learning how to cooperate as they clean their rooms together. Arthur’s parents are patient and make parenting look easy. The dad mouse stops vacuuming while the mom mouse sits at her computer. “I’ll go take care of this one,” he says after they both hear DW scream “MOM!!!” No one to help me fold clothes. Jim is in the kitchen heating up chicken fingers from dinner last night for the girls’ breakfast. That’s an easy breakfast.

What is easy? Writing, just letting it flow, is easy. Although Natalie said there’s always that initial resistance. I don’t know that I feel that each time. Sometimes I do. If the writing is for something other than just practice, and even sometimes then I pause. Writing is not exactly easy right now. The phone rings. It’s Renee. “Are they going to ride bikes to school today?,” she asks. “Jim,” I yell into the other room. Yes, they are, I relay the message. But then again, maybe I shouldn’t try to write in the middle of morning routines.

Routines, and do they make life easier? My routines are fairly routine. Get up, take a shower if I need to wash my hair, a bath if I don’t. On weekends often neither. I dilly dally instead of eating breakfast. Clean the house, fold clothes, write. Resistance to my day. Life would be easiest if I were wealthy, an inheritance from a rich uncle. But maybe not. Don’t they say people who win the lotteries have miserable lives afterwards? Drug addictions. Family problems. Money doesn’t buy happiness. That’s what they always say.

I guess I don’t want easy money. Nothing comes easy. It’s a funny word. After a while it sounds like greasy.

-from Topic post, Easy

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