Hey all,
If you read Stylus or know me you'll get the title reference. Sorry I’ve been MIA. Lots of graduating, lots of moving. I still need to figure out how to get e-mail notes about blog-posts.
It’s amazing what BC students leave behind, furniture/accessory wise. Not legacy-wise. That’s much more intangible and somehow linked to alumni donations. I’ve been hooked up as a writer though – found abandoned printers, chairs, paper, books, bookcases and pens. Everything but the filing cabinets, Kim.
I also sent out to a few contests. Part of me feels ‘$20 down the drain,’ the other part feels ‘I’ll get read.’ I sent to the River Styx thing, so Katie, if you’re reading, wink wink, find ‘The Merrimac’ and move it to the top-pile.
I haven’t been doing much writing. I’ve written a poem, a song, and very small pieces of two or three stories (this a month or two). In too many places at once. I’d like to find the time to sit and write a large part of a short, but I gotta work around my work schedule now. I’m kind of energy zapped in the afternoons, but I’m acclimating. I’m eager to have a story read though, because I haven’t written one in a while, so maybe I’ll focus on that.
In the meantime, to compensate for my absence on the blog-wall, I’ll post a poem early. I’ll do it in the google-doc way, so I hope it works, i.e. hope I can figure it out.
Liam
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Hey Liam,
I just got zingo-presto-swoosh into your google doc. I like this poem very much. Your music is running at a high mark, and the form is holding things together with two cupped palms. I love it. Here's a thought from left field--what would happen if you had one crazy wild line that fractured the surface (passion contained, held just below the point of expression). Like a strange howl in the middle of a song. Almost off-key. Maybe that wild line is already in your notebooks about something else altogether. Maybe it's a stolen line. But let it declare.
Would that be too weird? If this doesn't make a weird kind of sense, just ignore it. The poem is solid and lovely. It's just one way to test its resilience before it goes out in the world.
KG
p.s.I'm so glad you're sending out. Remember what Ghandi said about not focusing on results. I think his exact words were something like "Don't focus on getting published or winning contests. Find your happiness in doing the job of a writer--which is sending out work, reading work, learning how to be joyful when the best work of others gets published. Think of the literature of your time like a river you are contributing to by your action of sending out--your money supports the magazine, helps pay for the prize that you or one of your peers will win. One way or another you have made the river flow." I'm pretty sure he said something like this.
KG
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