I first read NaPoWriMo and was thinking of googling the word until I realized it was short for: National Poetry Writing Month!! I'm slow, but so is the sun in coming to April, so today is my April 1st. 5 days late, I'm recognizing.
My close friends & now blog-city know I'm an overt complainer that is suffering from post-MFA hell/post-partum poetry writing depression/or just plain fear of the line, the break, and the penultimate lineage of all poetic things.
I feel guilty. I'm not attempting a poem a day, or even posting lines that zap me while listening to people sleep, kiss, and curse on the subway. What is wrong with me? I freewrite every morning, why can't I just post that?
I realize I need to rise to the adult occasion and suck it up and just post the shiznit on the site. I'll post by the days that happen in April & hope I don't fall so hard, I become part of the liquid flowage purported to exist in mid-earth.
Hasta Basta! Guilt wins again. Read my posts soon.
About Me
- Eduardo C. Corral
- Eduardo C. Corral is a CantoMundo fellow. He holds degrees from ASU and the Iowa Writers' Workshop. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Beloit Poetry Journal, jubilat, New England Review, Ploughshares, Poetry, and Post Road. His work has been honored with a "Discovery"/The Nation award and residencies from The MacDowell Colony and Yaddo. He has served as the Olive B. O'Connor Fellow in Creative Writing at Colgate University and as the Philip Roth Resident in Creative Writing at Bucknell University. He's the interview editor for Boxcar Poetry Review. He won the 2011 Yale Series of Younger Poets competition.
2 comments:
Guilt: that's Jewish Style. Shame is the Catholic flavor (according to my unofficial survey of shamed Catholics).
Hmm. Maybe I'm Jewish? What does it mean if you feel shamed & guilty at the same time? A bad combo...
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