I loved the in depth of your guy's writing process. The subsequent poem has the breadth and depth of an Alice Munro short story; yet it also has the pacing, music and grace of an absolutely breath-taking poem. Its shifts between registers – from the quotidian 'I was ancient before I was young, a true trickster in hole robes' wow. But, when I read into your writing processes. I thought about mine. With poetry, I work very slowly, word by word, line by line, with (mostly) absolutely no idea of where I'm going. I don't care. Direction takes care of itself, thematically and technically. I trust my imagination and love of language to get me there. Music is what I hear, and I go under its spell. I'll work on a poem for days or weeks, and watch as it reveals itself in stages. I think it's dangerous to establish a theme and then try to write to it. Endings are always difficult, though I know when it's over. The only similarity to fiction is in the rewriting. Crafting syntax is something I adore, but again, with poetry, the process is magnified and amplified, and very slow. I am happy I found two writers who work in the same vein. I would love to start a creative correspondence with you guys. Talk about our writing and other things regarding art in general. I am going to kick this off by subscibring in hopes you return the favor. I imagine our bonded will power with these exercises will bear much fruit. I'll be in touch! A collaboration of rare originality!
Thank you for such a thoughtful response! I really liked how you described working line by line, letting it unfold. I’m the opposite in some ways - I move fast, almost chasing rhythm before I know what I’m even saying. Sometimes it works, sometimes it’s just noise, but that’s part of it. Cool to find someone who approaches it so differently but still lands in the same place: trusting the language. Let’s see where the conversation takes us, we're in!
As an isolated writer, and fellow weirdo, I loved your first piece here Stine, and look forward to more. I will go back and read again to bask in the resonance and waves of metaphors. My profile pic here is of a floating island. My first attempt at watercolour painting. A metaphor not lost on me.
“Two strokes in the gut for rebellion” I love this.
Thank you, it means a lot 🥹
Poetry and passion, I resonate. Thank you
Thank you so very much 💗
I loved the in depth of your guy's writing process. The subsequent poem has the breadth and depth of an Alice Munro short story; yet it also has the pacing, music and grace of an absolutely breath-taking poem. Its shifts between registers – from the quotidian 'I was ancient before I was young, a true trickster in hole robes' wow. But, when I read into your writing processes. I thought about mine. With poetry, I work very slowly, word by word, line by line, with (mostly) absolutely no idea of where I'm going. I don't care. Direction takes care of itself, thematically and technically. I trust my imagination and love of language to get me there. Music is what I hear, and I go under its spell. I'll work on a poem for days or weeks, and watch as it reveals itself in stages. I think it's dangerous to establish a theme and then try to write to it. Endings are always difficult, though I know when it's over. The only similarity to fiction is in the rewriting. Crafting syntax is something I adore, but again, with poetry, the process is magnified and amplified, and very slow. I am happy I found two writers who work in the same vein. I would love to start a creative correspondence with you guys. Talk about our writing and other things regarding art in general. I am going to kick this off by subscibring in hopes you return the favor. I imagine our bonded will power with these exercises will bear much fruit. I'll be in touch! A collaboration of rare originality!
Thank you for such a thoughtful response! I really liked how you described working line by line, letting it unfold. I’m the opposite in some ways - I move fast, almost chasing rhythm before I know what I’m even saying. Sometimes it works, sometimes it’s just noise, but that’s part of it. Cool to find someone who approaches it so differently but still lands in the same place: trusting the language. Let’s see where the conversation takes us, we're in!
Good!
"I was ancient before I was young, a true trickster in holy robes" - absolutely adored this sentence. What a joy to read this piece
Thank you, I’m truly honored 🙏
As an isolated writer, and fellow weirdo, I loved your first piece here Stine, and look forward to more. I will go back and read again to bask in the resonance and waves of metaphors. My profile pic here is of a floating island. My first attempt at watercolour painting. A metaphor not lost on me.
Thank you for taking the time to read about my insides ✨ From an island to another, I greatly appreciate it 🫶