Little Knives

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We talked about how writing a poem is no different from taking out a frying pan and concocting a dish out of the ingredients available in the house, how in poetry, as in cooking, it’s all a matter of subtle little touches that come from long experience or are the result of sudden inspiration. I recall once Mark sitting deep in thought after dinner for what seemed like a long time before finally looking up at me and saying: “I don’t think I put enough cheese in the risotto tonight.” I had to agree. Cooking is like that and so is poetry. It reminded me how often I was jolted by a thought about some poem of mine that I was either working on or had already published in a book and now struck me as being in need of an additional word or two to bring it to life more fully. He said it was the same with him. We were just a couple of short-order cooks who kept trying to pass themselves off as poets.

Charles Simic. 

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Why I Still Write Poetry

When my mother was very old and in a nursing home, she surprised me one day toward the end of her life by asking me if I still wrote poetry. When I blurted out that I still do, she stared at me with incomprehension. I had to repeat what I said, till she sighed and shook her head, probably thinking to herself this son of mine has always been a little nuts. Now that I’m in my seventies, I’m asked that question now and then by people who don’t know me well. Many of them, I suspect, hope to hear me say that I’ve come my senses and given up that foolish passion of my youth and are visibly surprised to hear me confess that I haven’t yet. They seem to think there is something downright unwholesome and even shocking about it, as if I were dating a high school girl, at my age, and going with her roller-skating that night.

hero of the moment.

Brings to mind Pablo Casal’s answer to the question why he practiced the cello into his 90s. Because, he said, he noticed improvements.

The “pleasure of practice”.

Also, exactly my thoughts on questions and answers that disappoint.

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Writing as thinking

Journaling as a guard against forgetfulness. I am always surprised by what I find when I read old notes. Every time. Even notes that date back decades manage to surprise. Or perhaps especially because. So hello again to my readers here. Half of you are sexspambots, I realize. But I will still pretend to love you. 

In the meantime, Here’s Klimt’s light bleeding through between the trees.

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How Vicious Schoolgirl Gangs Sparked a Media Frenzy in Japan | Broadly

In the 70s, Japan was terrorized by sukeban gangs of teenage girls who carried razor blades underneath their school skirts. Unsurprisingly, it inspired a whole generation of filmmakers and teen rebels.

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