Knots

ome decent poems about winter, and then, okay, you know that book Writing Down the Bones? It came out about ten years ago, I think, it’s a writing manual, how to get past writer’s block and stuff like that. Anyway, there’s this thing (I never read it myself, I just talked to someone who did) this exercise where you go and sit in a café or wherever and do these thirty second writing drills. You just write down whatever comes into your head about your environment or a random word that occurs to you; you free-associate for thirty seconds and then read it back and see if it gives you any ideas. It’s sort of a warm-up exercise. And then I guess you can put them all in a chapbook and call it a book-length poem, if you want. And there is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT. (WB)

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