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It's so annoying to have such stress leading up to writing. It's been that way with this blog lately. What can I say? What can I write?

I can say yesterday was a false alarm for fall weather in NC. Today I am wearing a light sweater to teach and I am sweating. Damn.

While I still enjoy visionary poetry on occassion I find myself drawn toward poetry that attempts to deal with the social conditions of 21st century American life (or Irish life). For example:

Rod Smith, Mark Wallace, Adam Good, Lyn Hejinian, Rosmarie Waldrop, Mairead Byrne, Maurice Scully (to name only a few)

Maybe it's the language. I read poetry with "poetic diction" and enjoy it on occassion, but it doesn't spark me up.

As cliche as it is, I want to experience freedom as much as possible (freedom is never static).

I was listening to Mipo radio last night and Amy King was interviewing Linh Dihn (you should check it out if you haven't yet:
Mipo Radio )
anyway, Linh mentioned being between cultures (Vietnam and America) and not being fully accepted or integrated into either. I can relate to that experience, although in my case it's a little different. I can pass for American (skin color and accent being primary), but I most of early identity was forged in N. Ireland and Milton Keynes England. When I go home to Ireland I am an American (again my lost accent), but I feel most comfortable and at peace in N. Ireland.

So I am between.

Which is also an interesting way to think about writing. Not watered down this or that (James Tate's watered down surrealism for example) but a true crossing between. Rhizomatic as well as collage.

The ongoing struggle so vital to my living. Art/Life.

A critical in-between. Aware in other words. Aware IN OTHER WORDS!


didi said…
Why don't you record a few poems and send them to me?
postpran said…
Sure thing. Would love it. Thanks Didi.

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