Thursday, April 05, 2007
Yep, that's me. At MacDowell. I've been thinking a lot about my time there last spring. I think I wasted most of my time there. I wrote two poems, which is a lot for me. And I found connections in my poems that helped me organize my collection. But I think I was too awe-struck to really get down to work.
MacDowell was the first colony I visited. I spent a lot of time in my studio just taking it in. The food. The beautiful landscape. The bathtub in my bedroom. And when I tired of my studio I went for walks. Through the woods. To the nearby town, Peterborough. I really liked walking downhill to Peterborough. I enjoyed browsing through the bookstore, and it was fun navigating the narrow aisles of the grocery store. One time I bumped against the backside of an old lady as she was reaching for a can of peaches. She looked at me and said, Be careful with my peaches.
I don't know what I'm really trying to say here. I realized today how lucky I am to have such opportunities. This summer I will be visiting two writing colonies and in the fall I will be a writer-in-residence at a university. How fucking cool is that? I'm not bragging. I'm humbled by these opportunities. Like Jackson, I want to honor these opportunities by working hard. I'm ready this time. I'm ready to work hard.