1. It's snowing (again). Looks like snow now, when we left the house this morning it was more like tiny hail.
2. The right side of my neck itches. It almost always itches. This has been true for decades. Why, neck? Why the right side?
3. My latest column on "The Poneme" is up at Lemon Hound. I wrote about Ana Bozicevic's new book, Rise in the Fall, and "the godlike thought" in poetry. It goes like this:
When on occasion I teach poetry, one of the main things I try to instill in my students is, to quote Spicer, “Poet, be like God.” To go from trying to write poetry to really writing poetry, there’s a leap that has to happen, and that leap is a realization that you are the god of your poem, and you can make anything happen – anything at all within the world of your poem. The poem has no obligation of faithfulness to reality or known syntax or anything aside from the fact that it must be made of language, the way we’re made of oxygen and carbon.
The task of the poet is to figure out what they want to do with that material – what they want to make happen....