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Damn you, wee Lizard! I'm finding it very challenging to write an acrostic! I have to un-think the way I normally think poetry, and think in a whole new way.
(That's pro forma grumbling; I really am enjoying the challenge -- but make no mistake -- it IS a challenge!)
Good poem, Lizard. I haven't written poems in ages, but I doubt I ever had the gift like you do.
Wow, I can't believe I've been missing the acrostic fun?! Can we have a haiku challenge? Can we, can we?
Sorry. I'm a little wonky, recovering from having my writing compared to "a movie you see and forget about the next day." Oh, that and "leftovers". But I'm not bitter and seeking attention. really.
Brynn, sounds like a lot of sour grapes.
driveby. Waving.
Plei and Fay, messages for you both, re Roz, coming up in Bitchy.
Jesus. A mailing-list acquaintance of mine went to a writing seminar. Here's what happened:
The poet, name omitted, was very intimidating. She went to the Iowa Workshop for grad school, has won national poetry awards, and told me point blank that 40 is too late to begin writing -- the synapses aren't there.
I just want to emphasize. Anybody, no matter how distinguished, who tells you "If you don't X, you can't write" is wrong. Unless "X" is "write".
And no one slugged the egotistical ignoramus?
She went to the Iowa Workshop for grad school, has won national poetry awards, and told me point blank that 40 is too late to begin writing -- the synapses aren't there.
What a bitch. And not in the good way.
There are reams of examples to the contrary, of course. But my 32-year-old synapses are too tired to think of them.
Oh, god. Reminds me of a reading by Bernard Malamud I went to lo these many years ago. Someone asked him something along the lines of "when did you know you wanted to be a writer?", and Malamud looked at the guy and said, "If you don't know by this time, you should just give it up." The questioner was maybe 17 years old....
Harriet Doerr published her first novel, Stones for Ibarra, when she was 74. It won the National Book Award.
Betsy, that's a crock of shite. "40 is too old"? Someon should send her a sestina with variants of "bite me" as its theme.
And BTW, Rosie (in my writers group) did Iowa poetry as well. So this woman was a ninnyhammer and a fool.